Goodnights

Kelly strips the bed and quietly takes the sheets downstairs to put them in the washing machine. While she gets ready for bed, I grab another set from a linen closet in the bathroom and place them onto the mattress in my room. I find myself staring into the mirror over my dresser, reminiscing on the moment that Kelly and I just shared. Where had that come from? The nootropic tells me, of course. Every action and piece of evidence my mind could gather, neatly arrayed in my mental eye in a linear timeline that led Kelly and me to our mutual orgasm atop one another a few minutes ago. I sigh. The nootropic is almost overbearing at times, despite my attempts to offshoot brain power into other tasks.

Would Kelly regret it? The natural me feels like she will, but my enhanced mind knows that she wants me as much as I want her, if not more. As much as I want Ashley, Mom. Imagined images flicker before me of my lips on theirs, our legs slithering against each other atop silk sheets, and a wonderful union between us all. That possessiveness I fought down earlier swells in my chest.

The eyes staring back at me from the mirror grow in intensity, and I'm alarmed at what I see there. A bestial visage forms, imagined I know, but there all the same. What am I becoming?

I shake the thought away. It doesn't matter. I can't change it. I wouldn't change it. The nootropic has improved my life in unimaginable ways, and I wouldn't give that up. Never risk losing my family again.

Footsteps patter down the hall outside my room and I turn towards the open doorway to see who it is. Kelly, returned from her shower maybe. Or Mom, checking in on me about my intended visit this evening.

Ashley walks into my room, still wearing her oversized grey sweatshirt from earlier. She looks down at my stripped mattress and then at me. "Kelly okay?" she asks, her forehead scrunched in worry.

"She's alright. I think I should let her tell you about it. But she's alright."

Ashley visibly relaxes: her forehead flattens, and a hunch to her shoulders that I hadn't quite noticed disappears. "Good." Her lips part in a small smile, and she runs a hand through her curly dark hair. "I knew you would handle it." Ashley points at the mattress and the stack of sheets on it. "Need a hand?"

"I'd appreciate it," I answer, nodding.

My sister graciously helps me put the clean sheets onto the bed, peppering me with questions as she does. "How's the project going? Made any progress? I feel like we haven't gotten to talk much the past couple of days."

"I know, I'm sorry about that. I mean well but seems I am having difficulty balancing family and work. I just don't want to miss anything like I did before. But I have been working, and I have made some progress. I think we're near an MVP release. Maybe I can show you tomorrow, before our date."

Ashley blushes at the mention of the date I have planned for her tomorrow. "I bought a new dress for it. I picked it up the other day when I went bathing suit shopping with Kelly." She hops onto the bed and crawls towards the opposite corner to tuck in the bedsheet. The grey sweatshirt rides up her hips and reveals a simple pair of white cotton panties beneath, presented to me as she tries to get the bedsheet around the corner of my mattress.

"I'm sure you'll look even more beautiful than you do now if that is somehow possible."

She chuckles, then rolls over onto her butt after getting the sheet secured. "Yeah, we'll see." Ashley scuttles off of the bed and looks towards the door. "Guess I'll go to bed now. Unless you want to keep hanging out?"

"Kelly is coming back. She asked me to keep her company. She's okay, but still needs some support I think." I wrap Ashley in a hug, savoring her lithe body as she molds it against mine in response. "But you know I would otherwise."

"It's okay. She needs you right now. I can share."

I look down into Ashley's dark eyes, admiring the love I see within them. "I love you, sister," I say, slowly bringing my lips to hers. Her nails squeeze my back as she rises onto her toes to return my kiss, smiling.

"I love you, brother. Just don't forget about me," she purrs and slaps my ass with one hand. "See you tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow. Good night, Ashley." Another soft kiss.

"Good night."

Ashley breaks away from me and walks to the doorway, but stalls with one hand outstretched on the brass doorknob. "Hey," she says, turning back to me.

"Yeah?"

"I really am looking forward to tomorrow night. I'm glad to be able to spend time with you outside of work."

I smile at my beautiful dark-haired sister. "Me too."

She nods, then slowly disappears down the hall. I hear her door close behind her. I walk into the hallway and see the bathroom door is still closed, so I take a moment to walk across the hallway and into Mom's room. Her room is empty, but I hear a soft humming sound emanating from her bathroom. I softly knock on her bathroom door and turn the handle, trying to give Mom a chance to stop me if she doesn't want me to come in.

"Who is it?" she asks, her voice muffled by the door.

"Just me," I say back.

"Come in, Just-me!"

I open the door and find Mom in the bathtub, naked and covered in white bubbles. "Very funny," I joke, leaning against the doorway. "Kelly is in the shower. Do you mind if I hop into yours?"

"Of course not, dear. Want me to join you?"

Mom pokes her chest out of the water a little, causing the bubbles to drift and reform around her full breasts. Her tan nipples harden in the room-temperature air as they rise from the warm water. "Kelly will be looking for me soon." I sigh. "I know I said I would visit you tonight, but Kelly... she needs me tonight."

Mom nods, dimming her eyes. "I understand, dear. Support your sister. Family is more important. Don't worry about me." Her chest sinks back into the water, and bubbles reform to cover her nudity. "Although I will miss you."

I turn the shower on and quickly strip out of my clothes. Mom eyes my cock hungrily. "Although," I murmur, walking over to the bathtub and sitting on the edge. "It doesn't mean we cannot have some fun. Does it?"

Mom bites her lip as she looks up at me and down at my cock, then back up again. "No, it doesn't."

I slide a hand into the warm water and down her thigh until my fingers find the hot folds of her sex. She whimpers as I slide one finger inside her oasis, then two. "I have to shower, and I need some entertainment." Her hand grabs onto my wrist, urging me into more. I stroke her g-sport, and her hips buck beneath in the water. "I want to watch you. Cum for me, Mom, while I watch."

Mom sucks on her lip and sags her head against the headrest of the bathtub, nodding. "Sure, baby, sure," she purrs, as her legs slide out of the water and rest on the edges of the tub. "Anything for you," she continues, and I feel the walls of her pussy flex and tighten around my fingers.

Slowly, I slide out of her and stand. Mom looks up at me, hungry and pleading, then down at my growing cock. She huffs, then smiles. "You're such a tease, Dom." But her hand finds its way between her legs, and suddenly her eyes are closed again as she starts to pleasure herself.

"Only because I know you like it, Mom," I answer, as I step into the shower.

The daily motions of shampoo and body wash are made all the more sweet by the background noises of my mother's orgasms.

By the time I finish washing, Mom is on her third orgasm. I step out of the shower and grab a towel to dry off. Rubbing it across my body, I look down at my flustered mother. Her chest is flushed red, reminding me of Kelly earlier tonight, and most of the bubbles are gone. The clear water reveals her fit curves and I struggle to tear my eyes away from her. "Now who's the tease? Seeing a woman like you makes it hard for me to leave."

I hear the splatter of water behind me as Mom rises from the tub. I look over my shoulder in the bathroom mirror and see her standing there, naked and glistening. My cock twitches as she bends over to grab her towel, then steps out of the tub. She walks over to me and stands next to me, naked and smiling with lust, before starting to dry off. "Me? Never. I'm just an innocent housewife and mother," she murmurs, as she shimmers the towel across her back and sends her motherly breasts swaying next to me.

"Be careful, Mom, or I may just take you here in the bathroom," I mutter back, as I wrap the towel around my waist. My engorged cock sticks out from the waistband, eager to stay.

Mom goes quiet, and I feel her hand on mine. "Dear... can we talk for a minute?"

Suddenly serious, I turn to Mom and look into her cerulean eyes. Worry lines fill her brow. "Are you okay, Mom?" I ask.

"I... want to talk about us. I know that what I feel for you should be wrong... but I decided a while ago to ignore that. You know that." I nod. "But, it doesn't change the fact that I'm your mother. You absolutely cannot get me pregnant. We can't risk it. It would be dangerous and immoral. I want you, I do, and I'll do whatever you ask of me. But I just want to say that I would feel safer if you wore protection. At least until I can get on the pill again. Something I haven't had to worry about in years."

Interestingly, my nootropic mind picks up on several things while she speaks. Heightened heart rate. Flushed skin. Nervously tapping fingers. A licked lip. Shuffling thighs. This isn't what it seems.

"I'll think about it, Mom... but remember, you are mine."

Mom blushes and nods as I answer, then gives me a quick kiss on the lips. I decide to leave the evening at that moment and head back to my room, shutting the bedroom door behind me, to find Kelly sitting in my computer chair, wrapped in a navy quilt and playing on her phone. Her blonde curls are tied up in a loose bun and her skin is clear of any makeup. A departure from her normal cheerleader self, but beautiful nonetheless.

She looks up as I enter and smiles, then looks down at my towel and blushes. "I showered in Mom's bathroom," I explain, and she nods.

"Could've just showered with me, bro." She slides her phone onto my desk. "Listen, I want to talk about earlier." Here it comes. The big regret. "I, uhh, kind of exploded in your bed. Sorry about that. And thanks for putting on the clean sheets for us. But I just want to say, I really enjoyed it. I don't know what has been happening lately, but I know you feel the same way. I know it. It's like, fireworks or something. But, um, about calling you 'Daddy.' I don't know why I did that. I've never done that before..." She trails off, looking down at the floor.

I chuckle at my sister, trying not to deter her from expressing her feelings. "Did you like to call me that?"

Kelly looks up at me and bores into me with her cerulean eyes, just like our mother's. "Dude, I literally squirted when I did. You were there."

I nod and lean against my dresser. "Interesting, isn't it? The things that turn us on. So, what is the problem?"

Kelly looks at me, confusion clear on her face. "Isn't it weird? I thought it was weird."

I drop my towel, revealing my hard cock to Kelly. Her eyes immediately shift to it. A bit lip and shuffling legs tell me I have her attention. "Kelly, listen to me. You are not weird. Nothing about your desires is weird. No weirder than me being your brother, at least. If you want to call me that, go for it."

Kelly licks her lips, her eyes still focused on my dick. I look down in a moment of appreciation, glad of my abnormal package. "Okay, daddy," she murmurs, inaudible if not for my nootropic-enhanced hearing. A faint whimper comes shortly after, and a movement beneath the quilt tells me that I might have pushed her a little too far for the moment.

I grab a pair of sleep shorts from my dresser and slide them on, breaking her trance. She looks up at me, suddenly aware. "Uh. Right. Okay. Well, I will do that and also consider trying to find a therapist for my fucked-up-ness."

I sit on the bed across from her and arch an eyebrow. "Therapist? Really? I'm sure you already looked up statistics for how many people have this kink. It's not a big deal."

She blushes and nods. "Yeah, I did... it's a lot."

I pat the bed beside me. "Come here."

Kelly blushes more furiously, her cheeks cherry red, as she rises from the chair with the quilt still wrapped around her. "What's with the quilt?" I ask, amused.

Kelly rolls her eyes, the movement like waves in the ocean, and drops the quilt behind her to reveal her light creme skin wrapped in only a pale pink sheer bralette and matching sheer thong. Her pink nipples are hardly obscured by the fabric, and the dark line of her pussy lips is clearly visible through the front of her thong. She slowly turns, letting me see every facet of her bedwear, and I let out a gust of breath when I see the g-string of her thong nestled between the rotund cheeks of her perfectly round ass. "Wow," I mutter, taken aback. I did not expect this when I agreed to stay with her tonight. "Kelly, I..."

"Shh," she whispers, finishing her turn to face me with a demure grin on her narrow lips. "We're just sleeping, remember?"