Mike is called down for breakfast.

This chapter is directly inspired by Withness's Chapter 'Breakfast with debauchery' from the amazing story 'The "what if" machine'.

[Attributed with consent from author.]

Mike, lost in deep thought, is spooked when his mother calls out to him from down the stairs, "Come down for breakfast Mike! We're waiting for you! You too Max!"

Max was Mike's cousin. His mom was Mike's mom's younger sister. They had lived with Mike's family for as long as he could remember. To Mike, Max was basically his elder brother.

Mike walked downstairs still wearing his Pajamas. When he got to the kitchen, he saw Max had also got down wearing a tattered t-shirt and sweatpants. His aunt and uncle, twin sister and mother were all present. Mike saw his sister's best friend Shelly was also there. She was probably sleeping over last night.

Where Mike had taken after his father with the tan-skinned, dark-haired, dark-eyed countenance, his sister Zarina had taken their mother's looks with some minor differences. Their mother Barbara ('Babs' to her family and close friends) was pale, strawberry-blonde with an angelic face, freckles and a somewhat chubby (or as the kids call it, 'thicc') figure. Zari - as they called her - was a honey blonde who took on their mother's freckles and were also starting to show some pudginess.

Mike went and sat next to his mom's seat, opposite Zari and Max went and sat down on Zari's lap.

Auntie Allie was cooking at the stove and anyone could definitely tell her and Babs were sisters. A similar figure, slightly shorter, with copper-red hair spilling straight down her back. Mike's Uncle Rome was already at the table, munching away on some breakfast while Shelly ate alongside him and Babs. Zari had her nose buried in her smartphone, although she struggled a bit with Max sitting on her lap and smelling her head, holding it at a weird angle for doomscrolling. It's best for Zari to put down her phone for once.

His Uncle Rome was a massive man. Former military, six-foot-six and built like an industrial freezer, the man was huge and intimidating. He looked like he could beat the Terminator, Predator and a xenomorph with one hand - at the same time.

"Morning Max," his aunt spoke up from the stove while she plated some bacon and took it to the table. "sleep well last night?"

"About normal," Max answered. He ogled the ladies in the room somewhat less than subtly, and when Shelly and his mother caught him looking, they didn't show any reaction. Like, why would they? It's completely normal for a hormonal teenager like Max to ogle hot girls, isn't it?

Max looked somewhat agitated. He was looking around the room frantically and mumbling something to himself. Definitely, something was on his mind.

Mike saw him lift his butt up to pull down his pants a bit. Poor guy was trying to ease his morningwood by letting it free. For some reason, as he was pulling out his erect cock, he was looking around nervously, before carefully lifting Zari's T-shirt and hiding it behind it, away from plain view.

Max then addressed Shelly first. "Hey Shells," the blonde raised her face to him from her breakfast. "Was I just staring at your chest?"

She didn't hesitate to answer. "Yes."

No further comment, no inflection or stress in her tone. Max was the introvert type, and he wasn't one to initiate small talk. Mike was so happy to see him go out of his comfort zone and talk to a stranger! Maybe that's why he was twitchy.

"And it doesn't bother you that your friend's elder brother was ogling your rack?"

She gave a shrug and continued to eat.

"Hey Mom?" Max called.

The stacked strawberry blonde looked up from her own breakfast with a sweet, motherly air of interest. "Yes dear?"

"Is it cool that I was just staring at Shelly's tits. And yours too?" he asked.

His mother was just as nonchalant as her daughter. "Of course, dear." she answered plainly.

"So if I said I was thinking about tit-fucking you and ass-**** Auntie Allie over the table while you all ate breakfast, what would be your thoughts?"

"That would be fine, honey." she replied. Nobody batted an eyelash. His Uncle Rome kept munching on his breakfast like he was downing MREs in Vietnam. Everyone carried on with whatever they were doing like this was all completely normal. But Mike knew it wasn't everyday breakfast conversation. Max was trying to be more outgoing. Mike would help him any way he needed.

Then, all of a sudden, Max announced to the room, "Everyone look at what I'm doing under the table!"
The gathered relatives crouched or leaned sideways. Zari just moved her phone and looked down, as Max had let her head go.