Saturday morning

Cool morning air infuses the room when I wake up; I roll over and see the windows are open, their long linen curtains gently swaying in the breeze. I blink, roll my neck, and stretch out along Mom's bed. Increasingly aware, I realize the room is empty except for me and the faint scent of vanilla and lilac. I lay wrapped in Mom's satin sheets, enjoying the feeling of sleeping too late in the bed of a person who loves me. The satin caresses my naked skin with each movement as I stretch.

My mind wanders to the previous evening: Felicity, again, and my return home. My Mom's "help." Even the thought of my cock sliding down her throat again has an erection already forming beneath her sheets. "Fuck," I murmur, reliving the euphoric moment in my mind's eye.

And she said Yes! She and Ashley both, somehow, agreed to love and share me. Only Kelly remains to give her answer. Suddenly energized at the thought of talking to my dear little sister and then finally getting some answers at the library, I slide out of bed and stretch again. I look around for my phone, and I see it plugged into a charging cable on Mom's nightstand, next to the romantic fantasy book she is always reading. She must have found it in my slacks and plugged it in for me. My lips part in a smile, the weight of her affection weighing on me again.

Before I pick up my phone, I take a second look at the book lying next to it. Curious, I flip it over. No, it isn't the same one she was reading before. I scan the back side of it, my interest piquing with each word... "A mother, stranded alone in a foreign land but for her strong and capable son, must survive together." "Their bond, special and unbreakable, will see them through their journey." "Will her senses remain in the face of his commandeering personality, or will she lose herself?"

I start to realize that maybe, perhaps, my mother's kinks extend beyond submissiveness and into something else entirely. A thought for my nootropic mind, maybe. Setting the book aside, I grab my phone and hit the unlock button. Just past noon. I scan through the text messages from the previous evening. 42 text messages and almost all of them are increasingly frantic emoticons from Kelly. I text her back, "Where are you?" I look at the other text messages as I saunter out of Mom's room and into my bedroom to grab a pill, then to the bathroom to brush my teeth. The rush of the nootropic spreads through my veins in a torrent, and I lean against the bathroom counter for a moment to catch myself.

The other messages (and a few voicemails) ask where I am, if I'm okay, and so on. I spit out the water and toothpaste in my mouth, then rinse with mouthwash, wondering where everyone is. Still naked, I walk back to my room and slide on some boxers, a pair of black athletic shorts, and a fitted t-shirt.

I wander downstairs, looking for my family. I don't see Mom in the kitchen, but the dishes on the drying rack tell me she made breakfast earlier. No one is in the living room. I walk outside and see the car is gone.

Scratching my head, I check my phone again and feel a small relief when I see a message from Kelly. "At the store, want anything?"

"Just you," I shoot back, grinning.

I lock my phone again, and suddenly I feel a cramping in my stomach. It quickly worsens, and I run to the downstairs bathroom for what I realize must be a delayed-laxative-induced movement. As I finish, I look down and confirm the drive is there. Fuck me, this is disgusting. I leave it for the moment and grab some rubber gloves from under the kitchen sink, then finish the drive from the commode before flushing. My nose wrinkling in disgust, I wash it off in the clean water as the toilet refills, then wash it again in the sink. I realize the drive is in a wrapper, so I remove the gloves and peel the wrapper away. The small drive, barely as large as my fingernail, pops free and lands on the bathroom counter. I flush the wrapper and put the glove in the kitchen trash, then wash my hands. I take the trash out, just in case, and then return to the drive.

Hoping there are no cameras in the bathroom, I pop open my phone case and slide the drive behind my phone. Felicity wouldn't have given me this, though, if I was going to be seen taking a shit. I hope, at least.

Digusted, I leave the bathroom and slide onto the couch. I thumb through some emails for a few minutes, until I hear a car pulling into the driveway. I hop up and open the front door, happy and relieved to see our old Toyota Camry going into park, with Mom behind the wheel. Ashley next to her, and Kelly in the backseat. "Dom!" Mom smiles, as she climbs out of the car. "You're awake. We hoped you'd still be asleep. We had a surprise planned for you."

I smirk at my Mom and lean against the door. She looks as beautiful as always, with her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. She wears her normal attire again today: a pair of neon purple spandex leggings that come high on her hips and hug her waist, a white tank top over a white sports bra with the corner of the top tied off, and a pair of white tennis shoes.

Kelly slides out of the car behind her, smiling. "I'm back!" She winks at me. My little sister has her hair tied up in a tight bun, with minimal makeup on. She wears a tight gray t-shirt with a rainbow design on the front that clings to her padded bra underneath, matched with high waist worn blue jeans and a pair of Adidas sneakers.

"Come help us?" Ashley asks as she walks around the car to the trunk. A loose black cotton dress hangs from her lithe body, with matching black flats. She waves to me and I follow, giving Mom and Kelly a kiss on the cheek as I pass. My little sister blushes, but Mom only winks back at me.

Mom pops the trunk for us as I stand beside Ashley, giving her a quick peck. The trunk clicks open and I raise it, arching my eyebrows at the bags and bags that fill it. "What's all this?" I ask, confused. It looks like enough food to feed an army.

"Well, we thought that we'd have a nice family cookout today. To celebrate, you know... you not being dead and all," Kelly says. Mom elbows her in the side, scowling.

Ashley giggles as she grabs several bags. "Esmere and Colette are coming back over too. Time to start cooking!"

I carry most of the bags inside for the girls, and Mom and Ashley start cooking right away. Esmere and Colette will be over in a few minutes, Mom says. I watch them for a moment, until Kelly grabs my hand and points upstairs. "Can we?" she asks.

I am astounded by the roundness of her ass in those high-rise jeans as I follow her up the stairs. Perfect globes, dancing and swaying before my eyes. I sigh. Wonderful.

She drags me into my room, and then shuts the door behind us. She leans against it, smiling. "So, I thought about it. I want to talk about that thing. Us. But, first...Something else. Tonight is my last cheer at a game. Special playoffs or something. I doubt we'll win since Dan is gone, but it would mean a lot to me if you'd come and watch."

"Of course," I answer, immediately. "I'd love to."

Kelly nods and smiles, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. "Good. I have some other competitive cheers, but those are lame. And you don't need to be around that many gyrating hips anyways. Maybe Mom or Ashley will come with you. Mary will be there too."

I smirk and shrug, waiting for her to continue.

"Anyways, the game is at six. Would you drive me? I have to be there at five."

"You know I will."

"Good. And... about us. I thought about it. I'm sure you already know what I'm going to say, but I am okay with it."

"That is--."

She holds up a hand, cutting me off. "Hold on! I'm not done." Her chest rises and falls with a deep, slow breath. "I want to be the first."

"Kelly, I love you all. I can't put one of you..."

She shakes her head, frustrated. "No, I mean..." She blushes harder, the rosy glow spreading down her neck. "I'm a virgin. You said you're a virgin. I want to be the first. For you. And me."

"I..." Kelly, what are you doing to me? The mere thought of deflowering her sends blood rushing to my groin, and I lean against my bed for support. "Yes."

"Promise?" Her voice is suddenly weak and innocent as if asking me not to take her cookie while she isn't looking.

"I promise," I say. I motion her over with my hand, and she slowly walks across my bedroom floor to me. I take her hand and tug her onto my lap, and she smiles as she settles against my thigh. "You don't have to do it at all, you know? As much as I am attracted to you, this doesn't have to be a sex thing."

Kelly rolls her eyes, her lips suddenly a scant few inches from mine. "Shut up, Dom. Just fuck me. But later. Not now. I'm hungry now." She gives me a slow, wet kiss that lingers for several seconds, and I grasp her hip with my opposite hand. I squeeze it, instinctively sliding it up her toned abdomen and onto the padding of her bra. Kelly giggles, pulling away from my lips, then gives me another quick peck. "Tonight, loverboy."

She flutters out of my grasp like a canary, disappearing down the stairs and back into the kitchen. I stay in my room, pondering. Tonight.