Opposite Day, Part 1

I wish today would go in the opposite direction it's headed, Chase thought. It’s already gone so shit, I just wish everything was switched. He held the pencil lightly and scribbled two words onto the date in the calendar.

Opposite Day.

Yep, he thought as he let the pencil drop, swinging down and hitting the door with a small tap. That would be the perfect birthday. Turning around, he surveyed his cluttered room.

“Dang, this place is a pigsty. I should clean it.” Grabbing the nearly empty plastic bag from the trash can, he set to work picking up the garbage that had accumulated around his room. Cans, remnants of food, and, to his disgust, numerous dirty tissues.

Once he had gotten the garbage problem situated, he moved onto all the clothes around his room, tossing shirts, pants and underwear into the hamper for later washing. Soon his room was satisfactory to him, and he turned to his desk.

Chase went and booted up his computer, opening up his web browser, and immediately went to his favorite hentai website.

Hm, not a lot of titles in English, he thought to himself. Oh, here’s one. ‘Bad End Of Cursed Armor College Line’? Hm, inflation and devils threesome seem pretty good, but the mind control and bondage? Next.

‘Kurumi to no Saikai’? Oh, nice, a wedding dress. Looks pretty vanilla, too. He opened the hentai in a new tab and kept searching, finding a couple more titles.

‘Afureru Ai,’ looked pretty good.

‘RO no Megaphone,’ ‘KAN-SEN:BUNNYTYPE,’ also seemed like a hot pick.

‘Sister Breeding 2 - Gimai Tsukimiya Mirai Aokan Choukyou Hen | Sister Breeding 2 - Outdoor Sex Training Edition with Step-sister Tsukimiya Mirai,’ seemed like a good mystery-box pick. God only knows what that mysterious hentai could involve.

Once he had found enough, he started rubbing himself through his pants while clicking through some of the pages. It quickly became apparent, however, that he just wasn’t really in the mood, as usual.

He sighed, opened up a new tab and headed to Youtube. Once there he promptly searched for cute cat videos. He sat there for a while, laughing slightly to himself at all the kitty’s numerous antics and enjoying himself, before he suddenly heard his door open.

Panicked, he closed the video as quickly as he could and transitioned over to one of the hentai tabs before finally looking back around to see the intruder. Standing in front of and facing his hamper was a girl with silky blonde hair that came down to her mid back, still wearing her fuzzy pajama pants and a white top. She quickly turned around, her fair sized breasts jiggling from the quick movement and smiled at him

“Hey, bro~” She practically purred at him as she sauntered over to his desk. “What’cha doin over here, playing with yourself?”

Chase’s heart began to race. “Y-yeah, of course, Sam. There’s some new hentai I was looking at.” He gestured back to his computer screen where a girl was currently suckin’ dick like a champ.

Samantha smirked and leaned in, pressing her soft, fabric covered chest against his back. He wasn’t sure, but it felt almost like he could feel her hard nipples pressing into him. A faint feeling of nausea started to well up inside him.

“Oh, cool bro! Mmm,” She moaned almost directly into his ear. “Are those two related?”

Chase’s face was as red as a tomato. “N-no! I mean, I don’t know, maybe?” He let out a sigh. “Can you stop calling me ‘bro?’ Normal siblings don’t talk to each other that way, let’s just stick to our names, ok?”

His sister gave a pout. “Aww, you think we’re just normal siblings?” She planted her manicured hands on his shoulders and started rubbing. “Don’t you like the idea of **** though? I think it’s so hot to know you’re screwing your bro, bro!”

He stood up suddenly, forcing her hands off him, a bit of a chub evident from his pants.

“No! That’s gross, and even if it wasn’t, nobody seriously refers to their siblings like that, Sam! Everyone who has a sibling knows that, and knows how stupid it sounds!”

“Alright, alright, sheesh.” Samantha put her hands up and cocked an eyebrow at him. “You alright? You seem stressed. Are you sure you were masturbating?” She looked him up and down, noticing the faint tent his chub left and smirked. “If you want, we could play with ourselves together? My pussy is already pretty wet from smelling the panties you left in my room earlier.”

Chase’s eyes looked up, meeting her bedroom eyes. He felt sick to his stomach, as much as he could pretend and try to, he just did not like sexy stuff as much as the people around him.

“I-uhm, I…” He stuttered, before being saved by his stomach letting out a loud growl, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten any breakfast today. “I’m hungry actually, haven’t eaten anything yet today. I’m… I’m gonna do that!” He slipped past his sister who’d regained her pout and quickly booked it out the door leaving her behind.

He slowed down once he reached the kitchen, and had to lean on the counter to catch his breath. Phew, that was close, Chase thought. Man, she’s gonna think I’m even more of a weirdo.

After a few more huffs, he stood upright from the counter and stretched out, giving a groan of satisfaction. Then, turning to the pantry, he grabbed his favorite cereal. Raisin Bran. The world’s most slept on cereal, he thought to himself as he poured it into a bowl and topped it with some ice cold milk.

He took a bite, savoring the crunchy texture and the sweetness of the raisins, before heading over to the living room. With any luck, he’d be able to sit down and eat his breakfast while watching some cartoon reruns.

Turning the corner and peering at the couch immediately dashed his hopes, however. Lounging on the couch, taking up almost the entire thing, was his mother. She’d ditched her Khakis in favor of black, form fitting yoga pants, and judging by how her pantsuit was now much more filled out as well as the minimizer laying on the floor in front of her, she’d also chosen to free her chest up.

Chase stopped right behind the couch, crushing down more of his cereal and looking down at the matriarch as she played what looked to be a bejeweled clone on her phone.

“Mom? I thought you said you were gonna go to work today,” he asked with an eyebrow raised.

“Mm?” She mumbled without looking up. “Oh, uh… I didn’t feel like it, sweety. I mean, it’s a Saturday, why would I go to work instead of enjoying a nice, relaxing day with my family?”

“Maybe because you’re an executive at the company?” And maybe because it doesn't seem like you plan on spending much of it with your family? He chose not to add. She gave a disinterested grunt in response, causing him to roll his eyes.

“Well alright then, whatever mom.” He turned to leave, eating another spoonful of Raisin Bran.

“Oh! Honey, wait just a moment.” He turned around to see her holding a collar with a gleam in her eye.

“Uh, where did you get that, mom? We don’t have a dog.” He asked, already feeling something was coming.

“Oh, I’ve had it for ages. I was just wondering if you’d like to be mommy’s pet for your birthday? I’ll bet you’d enjoy it more than the other presents I got you.”

He blanched, his last spoonful of delicious name brand Raisin Bran cereal (sold at your local supermarket) pausing inches away from his mouth. He looked around awkwardly for a moment before stuffing it into his mouth and chewing, hoping to buy some time to think of a response.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to think of one in that time, and as he went to go for another spoonful his spoon clanked at the bottom of an empty bowl.

He sighed, deciding to just be honest to her.

“No thanks, mom. I just want to put this bowl away and take a nice, long, cold shower.”

His mother looked at him dejectedly, putting the collar out of view. She shook her head and told him, “Chase, I’m worried about you, honey. You’ve got to open up at some point! You can’t just spend all your time watching those cat videos and doing homework. I hope for your sake you grow out of this puritan phase of yours and loosen up.” And looked back down at her game with a concerned look on her face that quickly melted away as she was absorbed into the puzzle.

He took it as his chance to leave, dropping his dishes into the sink on the way to the towel closet.

I am loosened up! He thought to himself annoyedly as he opened the closet door. I look at porn almost every day- or at least, I try to. Just because I don’t always want to do something sexual doesn’t mean I’m not a pervert like everyone else!

Grabbing a towel, he made his way towards the bathroom he shared with his sister in the middle of the hall.

Author's Note: This chapter is not sponsored by, or is it affiliated with Raisin Bran in any way. Yet.