Not Really...

I walked past the front door on my way to the living room when the bell rang. "Robert! Can you get that?" My mother yelled from the kitchen. "It must be the nurse."

I walked over to open the door. Outside, a tall, busty brunette was standing on our porch. She was a little older than me, probably in her early twenties, and she was wearing blue hospital scrubs. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her dark eyes were piercing. "Erm, hi," I said awkwardly. "I guess you're here for my Pop?"

"Sorry!" Mom said, rushing over to the door. "You must be Natalie! I'm Lisa! Please, come inside." She ushered the woman in and closed the door behind them. "Robert, this is Natalie, your grandfather's new nurse. Isn't it nice of her to come and help us out?"

"Um, yeah," I muttered, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you."

She nodded. "Same here."

I followed the two women into the den, where my grandpa was sitting on the sofa, reading the newspaper. He was sixty-two years old and had been living with us ever since his wife had died. He'd had a bad stroke the year prior and was in a wheelchair most of the time. He was a gruff old man with a thick, white mustache and a permanent smirk on his wrinkled face. He was wearing his usual dirty white bathrobe, loosely tied around his chest.

"This is Francis, my father." My mother said while frowning at him as if to instruct him to behave.

"So, you're the new girl, eh?" he asked, putting down the paper.

Natalie smiled at him, sitting down on the sofa beside him. "Yes, Mr. Clarke, I'll be taking care of you from now on."

"And no shenanigans this time, Dad," Mom warned sternly. Natalie gave her a confused look, and my mother sighed. "He has a tendency to get a little... handsy with the nurses we hire."

Yeah... My grandpa was a bit of a perv, too. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess.

He grinned at her. "What can I say? I'm an old man; I've got to have some fun." He reached out to pinch Natalie's ass, but she jumped up, avoiding his wandering hand. He laughed, looking at her, disappointed.

"I'm really sorry..." Mom said, embarrassed. "Just... try to stay out of his reach, okay?"

The nurse seemed uneasy, but she nodded, giving my grandpa a nervous look. She turned back to my mother, smiling. "I've dealt with worse..." she mumbled.

Mom grinned, looking relieved. "Good. You'll do fine here then." She glanced at the clock. "We're all about to have dinner. Would you like to join us?"

Natalie shook her head. "Thanks, but I've got a few other visits to make tonight. If you don't mind, I'll get started with Mr. Clarke now."

"Of course," Mom said, "I'll leave you to it, then." She turned to my grandpa. "I'll bring you your dinner in a moment, Dad. Try to behave yourself."

I followed her into the living room where Lena was setting the table, Jake clearly not offering any assistance. He was already sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone. I stared at her, trying not to look like a total creep. She was wearing a tight little tank top and a short, pink skirt that left her long, tan legs exposed all the way up to the curve of her tight, round butt. My mother gave her a disapproving glance but didn't say anything.

"Jacob, Robert," Mom said, "Are you seriously just sitting there, staring while Lena does all the work?"

I jumped up, blushing. "Sorry, Mom," I mumbled. "I'll help." I quickly moved to grab some plates from the cupboard. Lena barely glanced at me, her expression bored and aloof.

Jake was less eager to help. "It's not like I'm a guest or anything." He grumbled as he stood up and grabbed the cutlery from the drawer. Lena rolled her eyes at him but didn't comment, bending over to set the table. I stared at her ass, unable to tear my gaze away.

"Take a picture, creep. It'll last longer." She snapped, glaring at me over her shoulder.

My face turned red, and I quickly turned my gaze back to what I had been doing. "S-sorry..." I stammered, wishing I could just melt away.

Soon, we were all seated at the table except for my pop, who was still in the den with his nurse. I was next to my mom, and my friend, as expected, had chosen to sit in front of her next to Lena. He was staring at my mother like she was the main course. "It's delicious, Mrs. Clarke." He said, smiling at her.

"Thank you, Jacob." She said, taking a bite of her chicken. She looked across the table at Lena, who was eating quickly and quietly. "You're not planning to go out again tonight, are you, Lena?"

"What if I am?" The blonde girl said, her tone cold. "Do I need permission?"

"You know that's not what I meant," Mom replied calmly. "I was just thinking the boys might enjoy it if you spent some time with them. You've barely even said two words to either of them since you've arrived."

"I doubt they're interested," Lena replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "They're both too busy jerking off all day."

My mother's mouth dropped open. "Language, Lena!" she scolded. "I will not have you using such crude language in my house!"

Lena rolled her eyes. "Whatever..." she said, leaning back in her chair and pushing her plate away.

Silence fell over the table. Jake and I kept eating awkwardly, trying to pretend we weren't there. "Erm... Mom? Could you pass me the salt?" I asked, trying to break the awkward silence.

Mom sighed, grabbing the shaker and handing it to me. "Here," she said and then turned her attention back to Lena. "We're all here to have a nice summer together, and I expect us to all try to get along."

The blonde girl seemed about to argue when her eyes suddenly went wide. "What the fuck!?"

"Language!" I groaned, growing tired of the situation. Wait... What?

I looked up, following her gaze. Something weird was going on. My mother's hand, still outstretched in my direction, seemed to have lost any defined edges as if fused with my own hand, which was now holding the salt shaker. I blinked, sure I was hallucinating, but when I looked again, things were taking an even stranger turn. We now only had a single hand between the two of us, and both our arms were starting to blur and meld together as well.

Across the table, Lena tried to stand up, her eyes wide with horror, but she was stuck as if trying to pull her ass free from a giant suction cup. I noticed her hips had begun to blur and merge with Jake's, and he was staring, his mouth open. Their clothes were blending together where their bodies were joining, Lena's black tank top growing grey as it met the white fabric of Jake's shirt.

"It's happening..." My friend gasped, staring at my mom and me. I looked at her and realized her face was much closer now, the sides of our bodies having joined together. The feeling was incredibly strange, like I was being stretched, and yet there wasn't any pain, just a pure, overwhelming sense of dread as I slowly realized what was happening to us.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Lena screamed, struggling to pull herself free from Jake. They were almost halfway fused already, their bodies now joined at the waist. The vision was so bizarre... I couldn't tell whose arm was trying to pull away from whom or even where Lena ended and Jake started.

A wave of nausea passed through me, and I realized that my mother's face was now almost touching mine. From the corner of my eye, I saw her gasp, panicked. "Honey, I'm sorry..." she whimpered as she desperately tried to pull away from me. I tried to answer but realized that I had no mouth to speak with; my face was buried inside the side of her neck. I tried to fight it, to pull away, but the sensation of being stretched was too strong now.

Lena and Jake fell onto the floor together, their screams muffled by their joined faces. I watched in horror as they rolled around on the ground, their bodies writhing like a single, deformed entity.

I couldn't breathe, and soon, the room began to spin. I heard the sound of a chair toppling over, and suddenly, we were falling backward. My consciousness faded as my mother and I hit the ground.