Wait for fam

Now that we had made another mess again, the three of us worked together to clean up. I quickly rinsed off again before changing my clothes. Eventually, we all agreed to just behave and wait for my family's arrival. We sat on one of the sofas in the common area, and Ava put on the next episode of the show she had been watching. I sat in the center while the two of them sat on either side of me with their feet kicked up on the coffee table in front of me. I lightly admired their feet while the two hugged me from either side, resting their heads on either shoulder.

Della's feet were long and pale. The black nail polish created a heavy contrast. Ava's, on the other hand, were lightly tanned, the white nail polish creating a contrast with her own feet and Della's dark toes. Being held on either side by beautiful girls, I realized just how lucky I am to have developed this weird energy. I wasn't sure on the principles behind it, but it definitely aided in my getting girlfriends. After about 2 episodes of Ava's show, the bachelor by the way, I got a text from my sister that they were pulling into the parking lot in a few minutes.

Ava queued up the next episode while I went to get my coat to meet my family outside. I heard Ava and Della discuss how pretty some of the girls' feet were as I stepped out the front door. I smiled at how nice it was to share a fetish with my loved ones. I also realized how nice it was to be able to refer to them as my loved ones.

It was pretty cold outside and I could see my breath in the air. After another minute or so, I saw the familiar car from home pull into the apartment's lot. I quickly went down to meet them as they stepped out of the car.

When my mom stepped out of the driver side, she smiled at me with her pretty smile. My mother was in her late 40s at this point, but her beauty had not faded with age. She was, like most of my family, pretty tall. Standing at 5'10", she was wearing a comfortable sweats and sweatshirt combo. Her white sneakers which I had smelled many times in the past were on her feet. She wore her hair in a shorter cut that hung nearly to about the top of her shoulders. As I walked up, she noticed me and smiled, holding her arms out.

"There's my boy! Give us a hug!" She called. I couldn't help but smile. I had weighed the options when I decided to not go home for break, but seeing my beautiful mother I was slightly regretting not spending a few weeks with her.

I walked up and pulled my mom into a hug. I quickly was made to realize, though, what that meant. I felt a bolt of energy pass between my mom and I, and I saw her daze slightly. Before I could process the consequences of this, I felt yet another bolt of energy as my sister ran up and hugged me from the side.

My sister was clearly my mother's daughter. Since I had last seen her, she had blossomed into a pretty young woman. She wore a similar fit to my mother, but had her hair tied up in a messy bun and wore fuzzy slippers instead of sneakers. I looked at her face and saw her dazed green eyes staring back at me, framed by her dark hair.

The two both quickly recovered and began to talk to me. They made the normal small talk: how I'd been, how's school, how are my roommates, etc... I answered but was slightly distracted knowing what I had probably just changed about my mom and sister.

I helped them pull luggage out of the car and bring it up to the apartment. They hadn't packed too heavy, so it was easy enough for me to take their bags. When we got back up, I lightly knocked on the door, my hands too full to reach for my key, and the door opened to reveal Ava smiling brightly. "Welcome!" She cheerfully said.

My mother immediately began to coo over Ava, remarking about how pretty she is. My sister, her name is Tiffany, by the way, wasted no time in asking her how she did her makeup. We moved into the apartment, and Della waved from the living area, calling out to my family, "Hi, I'm Della!"

Ava facepalmed at this, "I forgot to introduce myself.. I'm Ava!" She said. I smiled that things seemed to be smoothly proceeding as I quickly moved my family's bags to my room.

When I came back out, everyone was on the seats in the common area. They were talking casually as I approached. There were a few seats available. One was between my mom and sister, one between my girlfriends, one on the recliner, or I could sit on the floor.