Clive arrives

“Honey, I’m home!” shouts Clive as he blasts open the front door. You are standing in the kitchen with your dad, mom and sister when he did this, half-scaring the shit outta you all.

“What the f-fuck! Is this what it’s going to be like living here now?” your groan.

“Oh shut-it bro, he’s just got a lot of energy” your sister says defending her boyfriend.

The four of you greet Clive at the door. “Welcome to your new home, Clive. I hope you’ll find your stay pleasant” your father greets Clive in an unusual tone.

“That doesn’t sound like something my dad would say...” you think to yourself.

“Thanks old chap- appreciate it! Well, hello there beautiful! Something tells me I’m going to enjoy living here with you Mrs Carter!” Clive says, staring point-blank at your mom (or more specifically, her tits which are amply on display).

“Oh stop it you, you’ll make a girl blush if you say things like that.”

“Is he seriously flirting with my mom, right in front of all of us?” you question.

“Always the charmer, aren’t you Clive.” your sister remarks.

“Now don’t get jealous, there’s plenty of me to go around!” Clive says while winking at Rebecca.

Everyone laughs at that, except you. “What the FUCK is going on here.” you ask yourself, the stress building up in you, knowing that you need to be nice- “maybe everyone is just being overly nice because his parents abandoned him... yeah, that must be it!” you reason.

Clive turns to you. “Say little Zack, you don’t look very happy to see me?”

A sudden tingle spreads through your chest, out through your limbs and into your brain. You feel strange, like the afterglow of an orgasm, only different...

“Yeah... sorry Clive, I suppose I’m just jealous that there will be a real man around the house from now on.” you say. Wait. Did you really just say that? “I mean, I’m not much of a man am I?” you ask your family, who are now staring at you enquisitively.

“What... the fuck did I just say.” you think to yourself, “I didn’t want to say that and I definitely was not thinking it?! Why would I say that!?”

You begin to panic as what you said out loud, in front of your entire family, begins to set in.

“HA! Wow, well ok there little Zack I can appreciate that you think so highly of me but you really shouldn’t put yourself down like that.” Clive replies with the biggest grin on his face.

“My o-my...” is all your mom can muster, while your sister starts laughing uncontrollably. “Now son, do you really think that way about yourself?” your dad asks with a worried look in his eyes.

“NO! Absolutely NOT!” you think, but the words just don’t come out like that- “Yeah, I guess I do” you blurt out, now struggling to control your own facial muscles to stop them from betraying you. You just want to scream right now, but you can’t.

“It’s that feeling... that weird sensation goes through my body every time I say or do something that I don’t want to!” you realise, “That must be it!”. You want to tell everyone this, to tell them that something is gravely wrong with you, but you can’t.

“Well Zack you’re my son and I will always see you as my little boy, so who cares if you’re not as manly as Clive is anyway.” your mom comments in what looks like an attempt to both agree with and comfort you. Inside you’re furious, yet on the outside you’re smiling calmly at her response.

“Thank you mommy.” you say, unable to control your words.

“Mommy? HAHAHAHA” your sister continues laughing. Your mom interjects, “Rebecca can you stop that please, he can call his mother ‘mommy’ if he wants to, there’s nothing wrong with that- in fact I always preferred it.” she adds, “I wish you would continue calling me mommy”.

“Shit. Could this get any more embarrassing?!” you ask yourself before blurting out “Yes mommy, if you want me to I’m happy to call you mommy from now on!”, a big smile **** on your face as you proclaim this in front of your suprised family, and one very happy Clive.