Waking Up

As he expected, Max woke up in bed alone. When he check his drawer to find his mom's panties right where he'd stored them. He tried to put the dream out of his head. He climbed out of bed pulled on a pair of sweats an headed for the bathroom he shared with his sisters. Four people sharing one bathroom got a little crowded. Max admitted to himself, shamefully, that he actually didn't mind because he'd gotten to see a lot of his sisters hot body's, since there was an entrance from both his room and theirs.

Luckily or perhaps not, today the bathroom was vacant. He looked at himself in the mirror. Eighteenth birthday and the first day of his senior year in high school. He groaned. He knew that his family would want to make a big deal out of his birthday and wanted no parts of it. "It would be great if Mom would finally get me a car though," he thought to himself. His triplet sisters, who were two years older than him, had all received cars for their sixteenth birthdays. He continued to brush his teeth in frustration.

Almost as if they could sense his jealous thoughts, his sisters popped there heads in their door to the bathroom. First Morgan, then Katie, then Heather, "Happy birthday perv" they said in unison, closing the door afterward, like an twisted three stooges skit. That thought made Max laugh. They might as well be the three stooges. The three of them would also be starting their senior years today as well, for the third time.

Max returned to his room and dressed for school before heading downstairs. He found his Mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast for his sisters. Since they would never give him a ride he always had to leave early to catch the bus.

His mom turned to greet him, "Good morning Max," she said. "Did you sleep well?" something in her tone or maybe her eyes brought last night dream to mind. He turned to leave. "Sit down and have some breakfast," she said. "You're not taking the bus to school on your eighteenth birthday."

Max sat down at the table, assuming that his mom would either give a ride or **** one of his sisters to. As always max found it impossible to think of his sisters and not think about their sexy bodies. He was yanked from his thought as his sisters entered the kitchen.

They walked in together wearing matching mock schoolgirl outfits that would make a porn star blush. Morgan had died her blonde hair black. Katie died hers red. And Heather died hers brown. Leaving Max and their mom as the only blondes in the house. Max silently watched as the bra-less breasts bounced in their nearly see-through tops. Their skirts still exposed inches of there asses, ending long before there thigh high stockings began to cover their legs. Each of them wore a pair of black and white stiletto pumps.

"Enjoying the view perv," they said in unison. Though Max hated when they talked together, he was distracted by the fact that they were siting down at the table in outfits that he had just been thinking of. How was pull from his trance when they asked what was for breakfast.

"Pancakes," his mother said. Max looked down at the plated his mother placed in front of him. They were shaped like panties. "Oh man, Nice one mom. Way to prank the perv," said Heather.

Max fainted.