Lily's home

Lily pushed the front door open and stepped inside.

The smell of dinner hit her immediately. Something with garlic and chicken. She kicked her shoes off by the door and dropped her bag near the stairs.

“I’m home,” she called.

“In the kitchen,” Katie answered.

Lily walked through the living room. Jack was on the couch with his phone, looking a little too focused on nothing in particular. He glanced up when she passed.

“How was practice?” he asked.

“Fine. Coach gave us conditioning logs.” She kept walking. “You do anything today?”

“Not really.”

In the kitchen, Katie was at the stove, stirring a pan. She looked over her shoulder and smiled.

“Hey, sweetie. How was the ride back?”

“Fine. Mrs. Mitchell drove us.” Lily opened the fridge and grabbed a water. “Practice was long.”

“I bet. Wash up if you need to. Food’s almost ready.”

Lily nodded and headed upstairs to change out of her practice clothes. Behind her, she heard Jack get up from the couch and follow their mom into the kitchen again.

She didn’t think much of it.

****

Downstairs, Jack waited until he heard Lily’s door close upstairs.

Katie was plating food now, moving between the stove and the counter. Jack leaned against the doorway and watched her for a few seconds. The earlier rush hadn’t faded at all. If anything, knowing he could do it again made the urge stronger.

“Mom.”

“Hmm?”

“Come here.”

Katie set the spatula down and walked over to him, wiping her hands on a towel.

“What is it?”

Jack kept his voice low.

“Take your shirt off again.”

She pulled the tank top over her head without pause and stood there in her bra, waiting. Jack’s eyes dropped immediately.

“Bra too.”

Katie reached back and unhooked it, letting it fall. Her tits were right there again, soft and bare under the kitchen lights. Jack stared for a long moment, then stepped closer.

“Hold them up.”

She cupped her breasts and lifted them slightly, presenting them without any change in expression.

Jack’s throat felt tight. He reached out and brushed his thumbs over her nipples, watching them harden under the contact. Katie didn’t react beyond a small shift in her breathing.

“Keep holding them,” he said. “And go back to finishing dinner.”

Katie turned and walked back to the stove, still holding her own tits up, completely naked from the waist up while she checked the pan. The normalcy of it made Jack’s head feel light. She looked like she was just cooking. The fact that her chest was fully exposed the entire time only made it better.

He stayed in the doorway and watched her work like that for a full minute, already hard again in his jeans.

Upstairs, a door opened.

Jack straightened.

“Put your clothes back on,” he said quickly. “Normal.”

Katie released her tits, bent down, and put her bra and tank top back on like she was simply adjusting her outfit. By the time Lily’s footsteps started down the stairs, their mother looked exactly as she had before.

Jack stepped away from the doorway and returned to the living room, heart still beating too fast.

Lily came down a moment later in a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt. She glanced between them, then headed for the cabinet to grab plates.

“Food ready?” she asked.

“Almost,” Katie said, voice completely normal. “Set the table.”

Jack sat down and watched his sister move around the kitchen, the power still thrumming under his skin. He could tell her to do things right now. He could tell both of them to do things. The only reason he didn’t was the thin thread of caution reminding him that he still didn’t fully know the limits.

Lily set the plates down and looked over at him.

“You good?” she asked. “You’re staring.”

“Yeah,” Jack said. “Just hungry.”

Katie brought the food over and the three of them sat down like it was any other evening. Conversation stayed light. Practice. School. Whether Mark would be home late again.

Under the table, Jack’s leg bounced with leftover energy.

Across from him, Lily poked at her food and tried not to think about how easy it would be to freeze the entire kitchen right now and do whatever she wanted to both of them.

Neither of them said a word about what they could do.