The Dawn of Something?

Sunlight streamed through the basement window, slowly filling more and more of Zack's bedroom. The light didn't wake the room's owner. No, he'd been alert for hours, staring at the ceiling while contemplating the string of events that happened on the first day of his parents' vacation. Make that the first half day, Zack corrected in his head. The thought of what a full day could bring both frightened and excited the teenager.

Glancing over to his right, Zack looked at the girl plastered to his side. All his life, he'd managed to hold off noticing that his best friend was a girl. Even more, so that she was an attractive girl with curves that should be admired. Now with two of those impressive curves pushed up against his side, Zack let out a big breath of air in consternation.

Tearing his eyes away from the cute way that Chloe breathed in her sleep, Zack still couldn't believe what happened several hours ago, in the darkness of night. He's woken up to his best friend playing with his cock. Certain that he'd buttoned his pajamas up, Zack knew what that meant. Chloe had unbuttoned them and pulled his cock out through the hole. As with everything that had happened, Zack had mixed feelings over that deduction. On one level, he felt a little violated, but on another, the teen felt turned on that Chloe–Chloe of all people!—had taken such initiative.

The redhead had either been naive or flat out didn't care if she woke Zack. When he did wake, Chloe showed no inclination to stop, nor any shame over her actions. If anything, she'd ramped up her jerking upon noticing that her best friend's new alertness. And the things she'd whispered. Dirty—very dirty—comments. The type of comments that Zack only ever heard while secretly watching porn late at night.

The similarities between those raunchy videos and Chloe's words left Zack in a paralyzed state as Chloe's hand went up and down his shaft. Considering how many times yesterday he'd daydreamed sexual fantasies, Zack concluded that he was probably having another one. The slight uncertainty kept him from stopping Chloe's handjob and kept him from engaging in the dirty talk. Instead, the teen had laid there and let his dick get worked.

"Can I suck it?" That question had snapped Zack out of his paralysis.

"What?" Zack asked, louder than he'd intended.

"Just a little. Please?"

"Are you insane? Paris is right here! What if she wakes up?" Zack hissed.

"Ooh, that'd be interesting." Chloe's sinister smile in the moonlight had sent shivers down his spine.

"Is this a dream?" Zack asked softly.

"Maybe," Chloe responded, leaning her mouth next to his ear. "Too bad we didn't have it years ago. We could've had the best sleepovers for years."

The image that the formerly shy ginger put into Zack's head proved too much. With memories of past sleepovers flashing alternate sexual moments, his cock spurted. Squealing, Chloe appeared to have a blast, pointing the ropes of cum in this or that direction. Either took weak physically or mentally, Zack didn't even protest as one spurt went in the direction of Paris.

The clincher of insanity came when Chloe blatantly licked the cum off her hands. She'd attempted to clean the source of the goop, but Zack pushed her head away. Showing a vastly different side to her personality, the redhead had pouted exaggeratedly as Zack tucked his dick back inside his pajamas.

"Don't worry, ZJ, I'll see you again soon," Chloe said, leaning down near his groin.

With the fun over, Chloe had smashed her ample breasts up against Zack's side, promptly falling back asleep. However, Zack never fell back asleep. For a few more hours, his brain wouldn't turn off as he replayed every event from the past day.

What does this mean for Chloe and me?

That's the question that seemed to be on repeat.

What about Ashley and me?

That second question occasionally interrupted, but with Chloe literally sprawled on top of him, the red-haired dilemma stayed at the forefront. Glancing over at the clock, Zack gave into defeat. Although he felt so tired that it hurt, the teen began to shimmy his way down to the bottom of the bed. Standing up, Zack turned to glance back at his two friends. Chloe had immediately rolled over as if reaching out for him.

Zack might be confused over his feelings for his best friend and his cousin, but he realized something at that moment. It was kinda cool to share his bed with a girl.

"I think I could get used to it," he mumbled, walking over to his bathroom.

On that short walk, the endless possibilities of the girls that he'd loved to wake up next to ran through his brain. Besides the two currently tangled in the sheets, Zack pictured his mutual masturbation scene with Ashley going down much differently in his bedroom. That led to Hannah replacing her sister, then Poppy. Next came Heather Ravers, Sharon Miller, Bianca Zuccaro, and even sweet Victoria Walker. Eventually, as he lifted the toilet seat, Chloe popped back onto center stage, performing a striptease atop his mattress.

"You traitor," Zack told his dick once he found it hard as a rock. This could make peeing a little tricky.

After way longer than it should've taken, Zack left the bathroom with an empty bladder but a still half-excited member. Stopping, he admired the views from his spot. Chloe had managed to roll over again, now putting on next to Paris while on her back. The position caused the borrowed satin slip to cling tautly across her ample bosom. Moving his eyes over to Paris didn't help either. Facedown, his cousin's ass seemed almost slightly raised as if calling to Zack. Like Chloe, Paris's sleepy movements had caused the bottoms to bunch up, leading her awesome ass clearly defined.

"I'm done," Zack muttered, knowing he couldn't get back into the bed.

Instead, he headed upstairs, intending to make himself useful by getting breakfast ready for his guests. Not that Zack planned to cook anything. Those skills still eluded him, despite his mother's best efforts to prepare her son for college life. Monica had repeatedly warned her son that even though he had to live in the dorms his first year, that second year would surprisingly come fast. The concerned mother even tried to tease her son to learn to cook more quickly by suggesting that girls would find it an attractive quality.

Entering the kitchen, Zack's plans to be first up and surprise everyone with his thoughtfulness vanished. Another person bent over in a tiny black robe had already beat him to the punch. For a split second, Zack thought his mom had returned as she favored tiny black robes that bordered on the line of appropriateness. Rather, Zack's eyebrows raised as the brown-haired beauty did too.

"When did you start copying Mom's style?" Zack asked out loud, although he hadn't meant to.

"Jesus!" Taylor screamed, actually jumping into the air. When her feet returned to the floor, the startled brunette turned to glare at her little brother. "Don't do that! God, you scared the shit out of me."

"Sorry," Zack mumbled. "You surprised me too. I didn't expect anyone else to be up."

"Well, I didn't sneak up on you!" Taylor replied sharply, turning back around to what she'd been in the middle of doing. Pulling out a box from the cabinet, her shoulders sagged as she sighed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just couldn't sleep last night. What did you ask?"

"Just that I thought you were mom for a second. Little black robes are her thing," Zack answered, regretting it immediately.

"Oh, you've noticed that, huh?" Taylor questioned, looking over her shoulder with an impish grin. "I think the point was to get Dad's attention, not her pervy son's."

"Eww! I'm not perving on Mom! I just noticed that she wore it sometimes. Not that she ever wears robes in the kitchen. I guess that should've been my main clue. But I'm tired too."

"Well, no perving on your big sister, buster. Hannah's rubbed off on me in one way," Taylor admitted, motioning to the robe. "I consider wearing little around our apartment a compromise to the other stuff she wants me to copy."

"I bet," Zack chucked before yawning. His sister noticed.

"So, what are you doing up?"

"It's kind of hard to sleep when you're the middle of a sandwich," Zack explained, causing Taylor's eyes to bug out before she snorted into a round of laughter. "What?"

"Little brother, never, ever say that around other people. Especially not around Hannah," Taylor advised him as her laughter died down. "I know you didn't mean anything sexual by that description. Chloe and Paris aren't girls on your radar, but most people wouldn't understand."

"Oh, right. I gotcha." Zack nodded sheepishly, feeling guilty for his thoughts about Chloe and Paris. "Uh, you want help?"

"My, my, my, the baby of the family is growing up," Taylor teased. Smiling broadly, she motioned for Zack to join her. "Maybe I can succeed where Mom failed. Imagine her surprise a week from now."

"Let's not get too carried away," Zack replied, wondering if he'd made a big mistake.

"I'm an excellent teacher, lil' bro," Taylor vowed, bumping her hip into his.

"Slower, Zack, do it slower!" Taylor ordered, sighing in disappointment at her brother's failure.

"Shit, sorry," Zack mumbled, seeing his work splash all around. "I guess I'm a failure."

"Beating the mix shouldn't be hard," Taylor muttered to herself. Grabbing a wad of paper towels, the teacher stopped herself from screaming. Cleaning up the mess that Zack launched from the mixing bowl, she gave him a reassuring smile. "You're not a failure. You just need to know when to be gentle and when to be firm."

"Maybe I just can't do it," Zack stated, feeling defeated in his embarrassment.

"Do; don't try. Isn't that what Yoda says?"

"Yeah, something like that," Zack grinned, proving that Taylor's tactic worked in calming him down.

"Okay, get more eggs out. Maybe between all the tries, we'll have enough for one batch," Taylor estimated.

Watching his sister furrow her brow in concentration, Zack smiled to himself. Despite his screw-ups, he found himself enjoying the alone time with Taylor. The siblings hadn't done anything together in seemingly forever. This was also the longest stretch in days, if not weeks, without his mind wandering to sexual fantasies. Not that Taylor wasn't attractive. In fact, she looked great in her tiny black robe, which had loosened enough to show the matching black pajama set underneath. Fortunately, while his eyes noted his sister's beauty, the dam still held in his mind. No sexual thoughts about Taylor had broken through as they'd done for his cousins.

"Maybe if these work...and taste good, you can impress the girls. I bet having Ashley or Paris gush about your skills in the kitchen might help you land one of their friends," Taylor remarked, showing enough caution not to face her brother at the suggestion. She didn't want to upset him by appearing to meddle in his romantic life, but she felt terrible for how sad he'd been since the breakup with Lisa.

"I don't think cheerleaders are impressed by a guy's cooking," Zack dismissed the notion.

"Oh, really? Hannah can tell you otherwise," Taylor responded, risking a look at her brother. "Cheerleaders hold bake sales as one of their fundraisers. I bet you could earn brownie points with tasty brownies."

"Brownie points for brownies? Jeez, Tay, I hope you didn't take a creative writing class for that winner," Zack teased.

"Sure, don't take my idea seriously," Taylor hissed, sticking her tongue out. "But Heather might even give you a hug for helping. I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"Are you teaching your little brother to whore himself out for hugs by baking? Mom's going to love this one," Zack replied, shaking his head.

"Oh, I bet Mom will love the idea. She'll probably give you a baking boot camp to help."

"Shit, you're probably right," Zack admitted, cringing at his mom loving the idea. Mixing cheerleading and finding him a new girlfriend would thrill the ex-cheerleader captain. It would also interest her old teammates. "Not a word of this around Aunt Gabby, Tay. You here me?"

"I won't say a word to Aunt Gabby or Aunt Sarah...BUT, you better be awfully nice to me this week," Taylor threatened. "If not, I'll rope Jules in before the Locketts return home. I bet she tries to dazzle you while also warning Ashley's friends to back off."

"Oh, god," Zack moaned. He would never put it past the sixteen-year-old to actually threaten the cheerleaders of Azure Rocks High School. Heather might laugh it off, but what about Sharon or Madison? Sharon might decide to make his life hell because of it. Strangely, the thought of the girls fighting over him caused a stir inside.

Zack felt the roar as his surroundings blurred to be replaced by the football field. This time the teen knew he was in the middle of a fantasy, but he couldn't care less. Why? The small kiddie pool sitting on the fifty-yard-line was why. Filled with mud, Zack watched as a bikini-clad Heather Ravers stepped into the pool. Opposite of her, red-haired Sharon Miller waited. The slutty ginger wore a bright-green string bikini, while the dark-haired captain wore a similar bikini in white.

"Ready?" Victoria Walker asked, wearing a very sexy referee outfit.

"Ready, Zack? Zack?"

"What? Oh, sorry, Tay," Zack apologized as the kitchen reappeared in his mind. Screaming curses inside his head, the teen wished he'd had that fantasy while in bed.

"So, you gonna hand me it or what?" Taylor inquired, annoyance creeping into her voice.

"Yeah, yeah, got it right here," Zack said, stepping forward behind his sister.

"Zack, what's that?"

"The spatula you wanted."

"I wanted the flipper kind, not the scraper. How am I supposed to turn the pancakes over with that?" Taylor sighed in disbelief. "And that had better not be the whisk poking into me. Because if you got batter on my robe, I'm definitely siccing Jules on you."

"Huh?" Zack sounded confused by Taylor's accusation. Glancing down, the teen's eyes bugged out. It wasn't the dirty whisk poking slightly into his sister's hip; it was him.

"Zack," Taylor growled, continuing to feel the object against her.

"No! No, no, it's the...um, spatula that you wanted," Zack hurriedly lied, seeing the utensil behind him on the countertop. Leaning back, he grabbed it.

"That didn't feel like a flat spatula," Taylor stated, beginning to turn around.

"Of course, it wasn't. That was the handle. I'm sleepy and drifted off, so I held it backward," Zack lied in a rush, pushing the utensil at her face.

"You better be telling the truth," Taylor warned, placing the spatula in front of her.

Zack's eyes dropped back down to the tent in his pajamas as Taylor started to turn around again. Raising his head, he scanned the countertops desperately in search of anything to hide his erection.

"Oh, hey, uh, good morning," Peter greeted awkwardly.

"Morning, Petey!" Taylor greeted cheerfully. "Breakfast won't be ready for a while."

Zack nearly collapsed in relief. Sensing an opportunity, he made a dash for the kitchen table. Grabbing a chair, he sat down, using the table to block any view of his predicament.

"I thought you were helping," Taylor growled at her brother.

"Uh, I thought we weren't starting yet," Zack replied.

"What's going on?" Peter inquired.

"Trying to teach this one to cook," Taylor explained, jerking her thumb at her brother.

"Tay's making bold promises over how it'll get me girls," Zack said, hoping to buy more time.

"I know it's just Pete, but you can't go telling everyone that," Taylor scolded him.

"Listen to Tay, Zack. It works," Peter stated.

"What? No way!"

"Yeah, it does. Women find it sexy when a man makes them breakfast in the morning rather than sneaking out," Peter explained, causing Taylor's eyes to narrow.

"Who exactly have you been making breakfast for?" she challenged.

"Um, well, I, uh, prefer not to say," Peter stammered, actually pulling at his shirt collar in discomfort.

"And why exactly are you up so early? Were you planning to sneak out?" Taylor accused, noticing Pete's overnight bag at his feet.

"Sneak out? No. Hoping to avoid the interrogation? Yep," Peter said with a weak smile. Glancing at Zack and Taylor, Peter's hand shot down to grab the bag. Knowing what came next, the brown-haired college student made a break for it.

"Pete!" Taylor shrieked, taking off after her second-best friend.

"It's only a date!" Peter said in the foyer.

Watching as his sister chased her friend out of the kitchen, Zack sighed with relief. He'd managed to avoid an incredibly awkward situation. Listening to the yells, he stood up, slowly walking toward the foyer. Zack managed to reach the wide-open door just as Peter ran around his car to the driver's door.

"Peter Zander, don't you dare!" Taylor bellowed, running barefoot down the front walkway. With her robe almost all the way off, she finished the job, tossing it aside onto the front lawn. "We have to make sure she's not a slut or a psycho. Or both!"

"Who I date isn't everyone else's business!" Peter yelled back, jumping inside the door.

"Hannah and I aren't everyone else! Don't you dare start that car," Taylor warned, seconds before the car roared to life. Reaching the car, Taylor yanked on the passenger side's door handle. It didn't budge.

Rolling the window down about an inch, Peter waited for a pause in Taylor's commands.

"Tay, you're making a scene. Let go of the door."

"I'm making a scene? You haven't seen a scene yet, buddy," Taylor warned. Turning around, she raised her head toward the second story of her house. "Hannah! Pete's sneaking out! Hannah!"

With Taylor's hand off the door handle, Peter put the car in motion. Unfortunately, with the vehicles of the vacationers parked up and down the cul-de-sac, along with Poppy's, Peter had to pull into McRoses' driveway to turn around.

"Hannah! Peter!" Taylor screamed as she ran into the street.

Peter found enough room barely to get past his worried friend. Stomping her bare foot down, Taylor squealed in pain as it landed on a pebble.

"What's Taylor doing half-naked in the street and screaming?"

Startled, Zack mimicked his sister from earlier, jumping into the air.

"Have all the Bishops gone crazy this morning?" the voice asked, giggling.

"Uh, morning, Chloe."