A little romance and drama.

The rest of your day flies by in a blur, the rest of your classes relegated to background noise as you go through the motions. Your attention span is nowhere near normal and unfortunately, you can't have a hot, busty redhead masturbate right next to you in every one of your classes. A man can dream though, you think. Although I guess that takes on a whole new meaning now, huh?

After the final dismissal, you quickly pack up your things and rush to your car. For the last hour or so, your thoughts have strayed from the almost unbelievable discussion with Asgitsa, shifting to anticipation for your date with Shelly. On your lunch break, you make a quick phone call to reserve a table at one of the swankier restaurants in a nearby town--no need to risk being recognized on a date with your sister by staying local. You swing out of the parking lot, happy to be done for the day and excited to spend some quality time with Shelly, the sexiest girl you know.

You stop at a florist and select a pretty bouquet of pink peonies and white gardenias, following the advice of the old woman working behind the counter. You've never much had an eye for flowers and you can use all the help you can get. On a whim, you also grab a single, long-stem red rose and add it to your purchase.

Ten minutes later, you're turning into your driveway and parking directly in front of the garage door. You push open the front door and toss your backpack in the corner while juggling the flowers so they don't get crushed.

"Hello, lover," a husky, low voice greets you. You recognize the voice, but it's not one that you expected to hear. "Are those for me?"

You look up and find a ravishing, black-haired beauty grinning at you with a sly twinkle in her gorgeous blue eyes--you've always found that contrast between dark and light intoxicating. The girl is wearing slim jeans that encase the longest pair of legs you've ever seen and a loose, stylish shirt that drapes over a chest you've fantasized about for years. Her melons are comparable to Shelly's--well, before their sudden growth--and as she walks up to you, you can see them hypnotically bouncing beneath her top.

"Hello, Scarlett," you say, leaning forward as she kisses you on the cheek. When she's done she doesn't move away, staying so close there's barely any space between you. Her proximity makes you feel nervous. "How's it going?"

"Oh, don't try that with me," she tells you, a wicked smile slipping into place. Her voice is quiet, so it won't carry. "Your sister's been telling me the most amazing things. About how you've been flirting with her for the past week. About how you kissed her on the tennis courts and then seduced her in the woods. About how she confessed she's had feeling for you, since practically forever." Your sister's best friend inches further forward until her lips are almost brushing against your face. "Do you know how often we shared fantasies about you, each one of us trying to outdo the other with how hot a story we could create?"

Your cock immediately springs to life, rising enthusiastically at the thought. There's not much room in your pants and it feels very uncomfortable. Luckily, you're saved from having to make a response by the sound of heels coming down the stairs.

You cock your head to the side, around Scarlett and watch as the most perfect girl you know makes her entrance. Shelly has kept her hair down but she's teased it into soft blonde curls that float on air and frame a model's face that is only lightly touched by make-up. The dress she's chosen is a classic little black dress, with emphasis on 'little.' Tight to the point of making it difficult to move, your sister's outfit is almost guaranteed to make every man in a five-mile radius take notice. The hem is high on her thighs and the seams on both sides have been split, replaced by thin crisscrossing strings dipping in and out of silver grommets. A similar pattern stretches from neckline to navel in a wide 'V,' drawing your eyes hungrily to her deep cleavage. You can pretty much guarantee she's not wearing any underwear. You can also guarantee that your dick's never been harder.

But perhaps the best part might be when your sister sees your reaction to her outfit and a bright smile beams back at you.

Scarlett realizes that your attention has drifted away from her and she slowly steps to the side. "And I guess we know who won," she murmurs in a tiny whisper.

Your feet move without thinking and before you know it, you're kissing her passionately, the wrapping on the flowers crinkling against her back. You lose yourself in the moment, all worries and concerns floating away to nothing.

When you break apart, you hold the flowers up and say stupidly, "I got these for you."

"Thank you!" she exclaims, taking them from you, lifting them to her nose and inhaling deeply. "They're lovely!" Shelly looks down at the rose still in your hand. "Who's that for?"

"Oh, it's for...." you're interrupted by a third woman and the recipient of said rose. Your mother enters the room, takes one look at your sister and gasps. You, Shelly and Scarlett all freeze, unsure of how your mom's going to react to her daughter's scandalously sexy outfit.

"You...look...amazing!" she gushes, rushing over to Shelly and grabbing her by the hand. You mom forces her to twirl in place so she can get the full effect of the dress and heel, 'oohing' and 'aahing' throughout the maneuver. Her lips scrunch together and she crosses her arms below her large breasts. "I remember when I could get away with wearing clothes like that," she says with a hint of wistfulness.

"Oh, please, Mom Two," Scarlett says, using the nickname she's called your mother ever since she and Shelly started hanging out in elementary school. "You could totally rock an outfit like that. In fact, if you want, I could take you shopping and find some hot outfits that will have you singing a different tune. You've got it, so you should flaunt it!"

Ever the dutiful son, you chime in too. "Yeah, mom, don't sell yourself short. You're a gorgeous woman and any man would be lucky to have you." It helps that you believe every word too. With a flourish, you offer her single rose and she blushes sweetly.

"Oh, you! You're so sweet," she says. Then she kisses you on the lips, a brief one but deeper than a normal mother-son kiss should be. Scarlett's eyes widen behind you and Shelly just looks at her and deliberately mouths 'I told you so,' to her best friend. The dark-haired vixen just shakes her head, unsure of how to react to the unusual situation unfolding before her. She'd known of Shelly's secret lust for her brother for years, but adding in an accepting mother who wasn't afraid to show her affections in front of others was still a bit shocking.

When you separate, you say, "Well, I'm going to get changed. You lovely ladies feel free to talk about me while I'm gone." The three giggle affectionately.

In your room, you take a deep breath and marvel at what's about to happen. You're going on your first date with you sister, an impossibly beautiful girl who is hot for your cock and is obviously dressed in preparation for the naughty things that are going to happen after the date. She's suggested her sensual best friend as a potential 'beard' for you to date and, judging from her greeting, Scarlett's completely down with that. And your mom is relaxing her sexual mores in response to it all. Plus, you can literally live out almost any fantasy you want in the dream world. As you slip on your dinner jacket and check yourself in your mirror, you can't imagine a better world.

And then you hear a loud voice from downstairs yell, "What the fuck do you think you're wearing?"

Faster than light, you speed back downstairs to find a rare sight: your father home before dark. His face is beet red, five o'clock shadow growing in uneven bunches across his cheeks and nostrils flaring violently. His leather briefcase is on the floor, tipped over where he dropped it and he's looking angrily over to Shelly, who's standing in the hallway, shrunk to half her size under your father's disapproving gaze. "What are you, some kind of slut to wear a dress like that? Your tits are hanging out and I can almost see your cootchie with that short skirt. Where exactly do you think you're going dressed like that?" your dad rages.

Your sister can't speak. Your mom tries to grab your father's arm and calm him down but it's not working. "Well? Answer me!"

Scarlett steps in. "We're going on a double date, sir," she says in a mild, polite tone. Your father turns to her and for a second, you see his eyes drink in her curvaceous body in a leering manner. "I'm going out with your son and Shelly's going out with my cousin. I can assure you that he's a respectable young man and won't do anything untoward with your daughter. The dress is mine and I made her try it on to see what it looks like. That's all."

You see your father mull over Scarlett's words, her reasoned voice seeping through his seething anger. Your mother is nodding along and rubbing his upper arm in soothing gestures. Your sister braces for another explosion, but it never comes. His breathing slows and the veins stop bulging in his neck. He shakes himself and picks up his briefcase, dusting off non-existent dust.

"Fine. Whatever," he mumbles heading further into the house. But he can't resist one parting shot. "Just don't get pregnant."

Your mother sighs and wraps your sister in a tight hug. "Go on, get going," she stage-whispers. "Go have fun." She takes Shelly's flowers from her and then follows after your father.

Scarlett grabs one of Shelly's arm and you take the other. Together you escort her out the door and to the car.