It's all starting to make sense, now.

I have returned and am feeling much better. The lingering cough isn't going to keep me down for another week. Haha, fuck you Covid. I'm more than happy to get back to it, so let's see where the story goes!

Spookity xoxo <3

"You claimed WHAT?!" All notions of cuddling fly out the window as you bolt upright, staring at your guilty sister with aghast disbelief. Her eyelids flutter as her brief lapse of autonomy fades, brow knitting up in concern.

"Yeah, I ah... I wrote your name on Mom. Same night we caught her going to town on Dad." You sputter at that, averting your gaze to the door.

"So, for the whole week, I've had claim over Mom?"

"Yup, the whole week. I mean, it's not too big a deal, right? It's not like you knew, so you didn't do anything with it." You feel your sister's hand on your back, trying to calm you down. Little does she know.

"That... explains a lot, actually." When you glance back at Theresa, it's clear she's expecting you to elaborate. You drop a weighty sigh, head hanging. "Before anything else, why? Why would you claim Mom of all people?"

To that, your sister gets playful again, shrugging in a way that makes her tits bulge at you enticingly. "Weeell, I mean... I did catch you ogling her in the middle of having sex with her husband." Right, that did happen. "You were staring in a way that most don't when they see their own parents doing it. I've seen that starstruck look on boys before. You're hot for Mom, aren't you?"

God, how hot the room suddenly got, even after your romp with Theresa. You cough and sputter, eyes not knowing where to look as you comb your fingers through your hair. Theresa just giggles at you. She's got you.

"I mean, it's not like I blame you or anything, Bubby. I've said it before, but Mom is a real looker for her age. Feels good knowing I've got a couple more decades of being sexy to look forward to with Mom's genes."

"...Are you serious?" What else could you even say? How do you respond to being caught lusting after your own mother? By your sister, no less, who you just finished fucking silly.

Boy, your life has gotten weird.

Theresa nods, sporting a bubbly smile. "Well, yeah! I mean, we just fucked, didn't we? It didn't feel wrong... did it?"

"No...no, it didn't." As if you could say anything to hurt her when she makes such a sweet face. It's the truth all the same. You should feel wrong, but you really don't.

"Well, there you go! I would put money on it that we'd be feeling a lot worse about this if you didn't own me. But you do own me, and now you own Mom!" She gasps, thin fingers doing nothing to mask the giddy smile on her face. "Have you been lusting after Mom this week??"

Oh, the weight of the groan that escapes you. "Mom and I started jogging together in the mornings."

"So you've been watching her tits and ass bounce every day?"

"Sis!!"

"I'll take that as a yes," she giggles victoriously. "God, no wonder she looked so damn horny earlier. Again, don't blame you, really. Mom's got some huge knockers, and her back end's gotten me jealous a few times. I don't think I could rock that being much woman without gaining weight in the wrong places."

"Tess. We are talking about our own mother. Isn't that wrong?"

She tsk's at you, huffing softly. "Are you still caught on that? You. Own. Her. You can do whatever you want! Besides, I think you're being a little irresponsible about it."

"I'm irresponsible?! You claimed her for me without telling me!"

"Yeah, but you're the one with the pervy imagination! I just told you what lust does to me, so think what it's been doing to Mom! A whole week of horny energy being sent her way, and she can only vent it on Dad! I mean, Dad's probably not complaining..."

You groan again, holding your head in your hands. On some level, Theresa is right. Of course she is. You've definitely been having lots of impure thoughts about your own mother, especially when she's in close proximity of you. Hugs feel different now. You've no reason not to believe what Theresa's said about your lust affecting her... so have you really been driving Mom crazy?

Was that why Dad seemed so annoyed before?! Oh god, you claimed a man's wife.

"Hey..." Theresa rubs your back, speaking over your shoulder. "It's okay. You're okay. If it bothers you that much, just... don't act on it? I wrote your name on Mom's shoulder blade, so it's always hidden by her top. It's not like she's advertising it all the time like I am." Wait, what? "You've not upended her life or ruined her marriage or anything. Hell, you've probably rekindled Mom and Dad's sex life! This can't be anything but a good thing!"

"Why hasn't she said anything? She knows, right? There's no way you claimed her and she doesn't know about it."

"Oh, she knows. I just told her that you weren't making a big deal about it, and wanted everything to remain as it is."

That's...hm. It's probably a best case scenario. Aside from the embarrassment of catching her in bed and you tamping down your own naughty thoughts, things have been fairly normal with Mom. With a sigh, some of the tension leaves your shoulders. This will be okay. It's not a... okay, it's a huge deal, but it's nothing that shouldn't be manageable.

"...Alright." You relax back into bed, curling up with Theresa again who seems tremendously relieved that you haven't kicked her out for her transgression. "First and foremost, I forbid you from claiming any other people."

Her eyelids flutter. "Okay, Bubby, I won't." Seems that order took hold. "It's not like I was gonna, like, build you a surprise harem or anything. It was a test! I guess it was a bit impulsive of me... I'm sorry for that. But it'll be fine, you'll see!" She gives you a peck right on the lips. "I wouldn't do it if I thought it would hurt you."

You blink, processing her words slower as you catch up to getting an actual kiss from Theresa. Little smooches on the cheek were one thing, but lips to lips felt different. She smiles coyly at your reaction, wiggling a little in your arms.

"You like that, Bubby? Want a kiss from sis?"

With just enough of a nod, you lean in a bit, going for a longer, lingering press. She coos happily, closing her eyes as she relishes in the tingling delight of your emotions bearing into her. It's a tender kiss; gentle smacks, only lips at first. You feel sparks when her tongue lightly grazes your mouth, searching and slow.

"Maybe you could use a little practice in this, too?" She pants softly, almost forgetting to breathe with her mouth locked onto yours. "Mmm, you're gonna make Penny melt..."

As nice as that sounds... Penny can wait. Right now, you want to bask in this comforting softness.

You've never been one to sleep in without a good reason. Every time you do, you wake up to something strange. Last time it was after a weird dream... and nothing's been the same since. Today though, your tired eyes crack open to Theresa, still snuggled up in the crook of your arm, sleeping soundly. You must have really worn each other out last night.

Man, last night... who would have ever thought it would turn out like this? Her still naked body is so wonderfully warm against yours, legs tangled under the blankets. There's no way you can budge and inch without disturbing her, but nature's call is suddenly quite insistent. You give her a gentle kiss on the forehead, watching her face scrunch up, eyes slowly opening. The instinctual, tiny smile she gives you at first sight makes your heart melt. Goddamn, when did Tess get this cute?

"Morning Bubby," she crackles out, slowly shuffling around against you. "Sleep well..?"

"Like a log," you chuckle, kicking the blankets away and leaving a cold space for your sister to pout at. "Gotta go!" Theresa sits up and stretches as you scrabble toward the bathroom attached to the master bedroom; your bathroom, now. You catch a glimpse of that mesmerizing rack of hers before you close the door, feeling your cock trying to stir and cause a fuss first thing. Not now, must pee.

Through the door, you hear someone knocking. It's Mom. "Sweetie, are you getting out of bed today? You're going to miss breakfast."

Caught in the bathroom, you don't have a good way to answer her. Theresa, however, has no such trouble. "We'll be out soon, Mom!"

There's a pregnant pause, heavy confusion in your mother's tone. "Oh, um... alright, then. When you're... both ready, come down to the kitchen."

Stuck on the pot, your head meets your hands again. Who would have ever thought it would turn out like this?

~

After the quickest shower of your life, you throw on some clothes and go to meet everyone downstairs. Theresa has left for her own room and shower at some point and comes down not long after you, eyes full of mischief. She's absconded with one of your old shirts, wearing it like a sleep tee she'd grabbed from a boyfriend. Is she trying to advertise what you'd done the night before??

Dad seems numb to the gesture, most of the way through some pancakes and eggs, eyes mostly tethered to the news on his tablet as usual. You and Mom, however, share matching red-faced glances, not sure what to do with your sister. Tess simply helps herself to breakfast, no words passing her pleased grin. Maybe now's a good time to emulate your father; just eat and say nothing. Explain nothing. If you don't confess to it, they can't prove it.

Mom seems half afraid to say anything, but clears her throat after a sip of coffee. "So... what were you two up to last night?"

Theresa perks up, swallowing her bite of food while you're busy ****. "Oh, we slept together."

THERESA. WHY.

This proclamation definitely pulls Dad from his stupor of denial, a menagerie of emotions trying to vie for space on his expression. Mom just puts her hands over her mouth, eyes wide. You pound your chest, trying to get a stubborn lump of egg down so that you can attempt damage control.

"We went to bed together. Like a sleepover, right sis?"

Before either of your parents can buy in to your diversion, Theresa just shrugs. "Yeah, as much of a 'sleepover' as Mom and Dad had." Fuck. You go fish-eyed, body going slack. How do you counter that?

"Are you kidding me," Dad growls, anger having won the emotional lottery. "Gavin, what the hell is this about?"

"Hey, don't you yell at him!" Theresa snaps right back, startling Dad with a pointed finger; the same arm that bears your name. "Bubby owns me. He can do whatever he wants with me."

Dad puffs and steams, the backwards logic of your cosmic power fighting his reasoning. "That's... true, but you're still siblings! He can't just decide to—"

"It was my idea, Dad. Not his. I came on to him." Well, Dad has no retort to that just yet.

Mom finally finds her words again, if only a few. "But... but why?" Her expression is complex and heavily conflicted, mostly leaving her flustered and confused. Man, and you hadn't sat down to breakfast for five minutes... why was Theresa acting this way? Shouldn't you two have kept this kind of thing a secret? Especially from your parents! You're at Theresa's mercy all over again and can only pray she has a plan.

"Because I wanted to help him with his date."

"What does his date have anything to do with violating his own sister??" Dad is almost literally fuming, the heat growing intensely on his red face.

"Dad, cool it. I'm on birth control, and besides. I am Bubby's property first and his sister second. Are you going to tell him how to handle something that belongs to him?" What ass-backwards logic is that?? She's only going to make him angrier! "Bubby's been pining after this girl for years and he's finally drummed up the courage not only to talk to her, but to get her on a date! What kind of big sister would I be if I let him muck it up by being a clueless virgin?"

...Okay, ow. Fair, but ow.

Dad shares a sharp look with his wife, who has been stunned back into silence. She shakes her head a little, which only exacerbates Dad's bluster. Right. You own Mom too, now. He's worried about their relationship in his own way. Even you can see that.

"LI-ke..." you cough and clear your throat. "Like Tess said, this... this was her idea. I didn't come to her with this idea, I just... saw the value of it?" Dad looks ready to take your head off, but you continue before he gets the chance. "I really, really like Penny. I can only attribute what I've gotten so far to dumb luck, and I don't want to mess this up. If... if a little practice and experience is something Theresa is willing to offer me as a way of getting my confidence up, then... I couldn't really find it in me to say no. This is just another one of Theresa's... unconventional methods of being supportive of me. I'm really grateful for it."

"But it's... you... urgh!" Dad tosses his hands up, storming out of the kitchen. "Do what you want!" He shouts before you hear a distant door slam. It makes the three of you flinch and sit in brief silence.

"Well," Theresa starts, "it's not like I expected him to be totally okay with it off the bat."

"No parent would just 'be okay' with something like this, young lady," Mom cuts in, giving her daughter a firm look. "But, well... we can't really fight you about it." The clearly distraught older woman takes in a breath, eyes closed in measured focus. "You're both adults now. On top of that, Gavin, you do own your sister, as well as this house. You make the rules. It stings, being the parents in this situation, but we're well past the point where we can tell you what to do. That doesn't mean we're going to just sit silently about it, nor are we going to stifle our opinions on the matter."

Theresa brazenly quirks and eyebrow at your mother, leaning in expectantly. "Aren't you forgetting something, Mom?" Mom gives her daughter a look, mouth pressed into a thin line. "Bubby owns something else here, doesn't he?"

"Tess, you don't have to push her."

"No, she's right." She sighs again, bracing herself. "It would be silly for me to pretend that you don't... also own me. Let me just say that, as your mother, I find that a little more than strange."

"You and me both, Mom..." Both of you look at Theresa, who doesn't look nearly as guilty as she should. Smug tart.