Opposite Day, Part 3

The bed creaked below Chase as he adjusted himself atop of it. He was currently sitting on his back, lifting his phone above him as he browsed youtube searching for videos. White plastic headphones were plugged in from the bottom, one of them nestled in his right ear while the other laid unused next to him. His computer was available, but with it facing the door, if his sister decided to barge in with her friend on the way to his room, she’d have a full view of any video he’d decide to watch. So, for now, he patiently waited.

The trending page was normal, mainly videos of small, up and coming creators and viral videos, such as a video from the Paul Brothers apologizing profusely for all their past discretions and a comedic animated video parodying video games. He shifted himself in the sheets as he moved to the search bar and looked up some late night talk show clips.

Before he could engulf himself watching the utterly hilarious Jimmy Kimmel (SO funny today), the noise of footsteps approaching in the hallway took his attention. He glanced at the door as a duo of feminine voices reached his ears through the door.

“So, which one did you bring, Case? I know you’re not too into these, so I was surprised when you mentioned you owned one.”

“Oh,” a voice he didn’t recognize, but assumed was Casey’s said. “I’m not, really. But I know how into it you are, so I thought I should bring ‘em all.”

“Wait, ‘them all’? How many did you bring?” His sister said excitedly. The footsteps had slowed down and then stopped almost directly in front of his door, and he sighed as he heard some rustling.

“Four. I wasn’t sure which you’d like the most, so I decided to bring some variety.” Chase heard some more rustling for a second before she spoke again. “Here’s Diego.”

“Ooh, me likey,” Sam said playfully. He could almost hear her ogling the toy. “I like the name, too. Diego’s gonna have a good time with me tonight, I think.”

“Here’s Mr. Bumblehooves.”

“Oh, cute!”

“And this one's Ika.”

“Oooh, fuck yeah! We’re going hentai!” His sister exclaimed. “I had no idea they made things like this!”

“Yup, it’s one of the more especially exotic ones,” Casey explained. “Speaking of which, I was wondering what you’d think of this one.”

“Is that… a unicorn horn?” She sounded like she was stifling a giggle.

“Yup. Meet ‘Mystic.’”

“Well, that’s certainly interesting. I wonder if I’d get magic powers for cumming around a unicorn horn?” Sam teased.

“Only one way to find out! Is this your room?” Chase stiffened and looked at the doorknob.

“Nah, that’s my bro’s room. I asked him if he wanted to join us, but he’s saving up his cum for me later tonight.”

“Oh, alright. Lucky you.”

“Between what happened in the shower before you came over, the fun I’m about to have with you and these boys, and what’s gonna happen tonight, I’ll say so. It almost seems like it’s my birthday instead of Chase’s!”

Yeah, lucky you. Thought Chase as the sound of footsteps carried on through the hallway towards Sam’s room. He sighed and returned to focusing on his phone, selecting a video to watch.

It was a funny video for sure, and he was just getting into it when a loud moan reverberated through the walls. He couldn’t be sure if it was his sister or her friend, nor if they were saying anything particular besides the obvious muffled “fuck” and “oh god,” but he knew it was distracting as hell and not going to stop any time soon. He let out an annoyed puff of air and sat up, turning around to move his pillow onto the back of his bed before sitting down in a more comfortable sitting position.

He clicked the volume button on the side of his phone a few times, making sure the sound was enough to drown out the girls a few rooms down in the throes of masturbation. The video was great, and he thoroughly enjoyed himself listening to the super talented comedic chops of Jimmy Kimmel. He was going to let autoplay take him to another, when he was taken by surprise as his phone buzzed, showing a notification for a text. Curiously, he clicked on it and smiled.

‘Hey! Happy Birthday dude! Hope you’re having a great day.’ - Joe

Oh, cool. Chase thought as he smiled to himself. I was wondering when someone from school would text me about my birthday. His phone quickly buzzed again with another text.

‘Hiya, Chase. Hope you’re having a good birthday so far. Here’s a little something to make it even better.’ - Ashley

This one contained an image file, and upon opening a full frontal of one of his fellow senior classmates greeted him. It featured a smiling, brunette girl with a cute bob cut. One of her hands was lifted to a boob, tweaking an obviously hard nipple. A wild, curly brown bush sat between her legs, and if one were to look hard enough, they might notice some moisture trickling down her thigh. He appreciated the thought, and especially liked her wild jungle of drapes, though he wasn’t exactly interested. A quick couple of texts later and he’d responded to them, thanking them before returning to watching videos.

To his amusement, he kept getting near constant streams of happy birthday wishes from his classmates, along with many pornographic images. Pussy, ass, breasts, you name it, he got pictures from most, if not all of his female classmates. He even got a few videos of girls furiously flicking their beans while moaning his name. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so accepted by his peers.

After a couple of hours of switching between watching youtube videos and responding to sexts, Chase felt his stomach rumble. He looked at the clock, surprised to find that it was almost 2 o’clock in the afternoon already. Dang, time really flew by me there, huh, he thought as he took out his headphones. His ears were immediately met with the ongoing chorus of sexual noises cascading through the walls.

He swung his legs over the side of his bed, stood up and groaned as he stretched, his arms stiff and shaking over his head. They flopped to his side and he stuffed them in his pockets as he walked to the door, opening it to find that he could hear the girls more clearly than he expected. Not only were their moans audible, but he could definitely hear the telltale schlick-schlick-schlick! of female masturbation.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced down the hallway. The door to his sister’s room was open part way. Not enough to see clearly what debauchery was happening inside, but enough that he couldn’t see his sister’s newly put up “Chase cum in!” sign from his vantage point right outside his room.

An offhand moan from his sister, something about ties, or knots or something, left him to swiftly turn on his heels and head towards the kitchen. He was relieved to find that the sound didn’t carry as much as it had to his room, and he was left with only some distant moaning once he reached the kitchen.

Walking over to the fridge, he pondered on what to eat. Raisin Bran was tempting, but the threat of it somehow getting old caused him to shudder. Besides, he felt like something savory anyways.The hungry teen opened up the refrigerator, letting the cool air kiss his skin, and peered inside.

There was a noticeable lack of abundance of lunch and dinner items, but after looking through the meat drawer he was able to find some turkey. A turkey sandwich it is, then, he thought to himself resignedly. Sandwiches weren’t exactly his least favorite thing, but he wasn’t about to have any random cravings for a hoagie anytime soon.

He pulled out the turkey, some lettuce, tomatoes and mayo, and set them on the counter before heading over and picking up some white bread from the pantry. Humming to himself, he made his sandwich quickly, making sure to methodically place everything back where he got it before reaching into the fridge and getting himself a beverage.

Ah, Crush Grape Soda. I don’t get for the life of me how it’s not as popular as that dirty fizzywater people call Coke. They gotta be pretending to like that crud more than the refreshing, fruity taste of Crush™. He thought to himself as he cracked open the purple can and took a sip, making sure to give a hearty “Ahhh!” after he brought it away from his face.

Licking his lips absentmindedly, he picked up his drink and sandwich and sauntered over to the table. Unfortunately, he quickly realized there was not going to be nearly enough room to sit down and eat considering the new packages that took up the entirety of it. Peering at the addresses, they all appeared to be addressed to his mom.

Setting his lunch on one of the boxes, he walked towards the living room where his mom most likely was, but stopped halfway there. The unmistakable sound of cheesy porn music and soft feminine moans coming from that area gave him all the clues he needed to figure his mother was a bit… busy at the moment. She’d probably try to get him to join her. He shuddered at the thought of missing his tasty lunch complete with the all around best soda to get a look at his mom’s sopping wet pussy and huge breasts while she encouraged him to fap. Only a sicko would like that idea.

Chase turned on his heels and went back to grab his food. He could always just eat in his room, anyways. He grabbed his lunch and made his way back to his room, setting the plate and drink down on his desk before turning back and lightly shutting the door.

Sitting down at his desk, he scooted his chair up and plugged his headphones into his computer with a soft click. He took a bite of his sandwich, sipping the delicious soda to wash it down, and clicked off of youtube. This time, instead of spending the rest of the afternoon watching fun youtube videos, he was going to watch some hentai. It wasn’t going to be particularly… enjoyable, and there was absolutely no chance of him touching himself, but he wanted to get hard for a while so he could build up his cum reserves to pump onto his sister later.

It took a little bit for him to find a suitably arousing hentai movie to watch, his searching eventually turned up some nice tentacle porn for him to enjoy. He let out a puff of air as he took two more bites of his sandwich and rubbed himself a little through his pants. The hot kimono wearing cutie moaned in pleasure as her nethers were violated by a tentacle at the same time he gave a groan in satisfaction to his sandwich.

Hours later the clock on his computer read 5:30pm when there was a knock on the door. Chase clicked the pause button on the hentai he was watching, leaving the image of a girl getting absolutely ravaged by an octopus frozen on the computer screen. He turned around in his chair as his mom opened up the door. Her inquisitive look turned to one of pride as she saw that he was watching porn.

“Ah! I was sure you’d be in here watching one of those stupid cat videos again. Glad to see you prove me wrong,” She said, eying around the room. “Did you clean your room, young man?”

“Yeah,” He shrugged. “I thought it looked pretty messy so I decided to tidy up.”

“Really? It looked fine when I was in here this morning.” She shook her head. “Anyways, it’s almost time to head to Ruffman’s. Make sure you put on your best, birthday boy!” She moved to head out the door when he responded, brows furrowed.

“Ruffman’s? The strip club? But I thought we were going to Manga-Manga for dinner.” She cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow.

“Technically it’s a gentleman’s lounge. Besides,a dumb fancy Italian restaurant no place for you to spend your big day! Everyone goes to the club for their birthday anyway, honey. So much classier. Plus, they have an all you can eat buffet!”

He tried to hide his disappointment as best he could, giving his mom a wide fake smile and standing up out of his chair to show off his now softening erection.

“Wonderful, I can’t wait to see some…” He paused, trying to find a more raunchy word than breasts. “Big, juicy… Titties.”

She gave him a naughty smile. Uh oh, he thought nervously. That look’s never good.

“Is that so?” His mother practically purred, looking him up and down, eyes stopping obviously on his bulge. Her hands went under the hem of her shirt. “Well, if you can’t wait, I can always give you something to tide you over.”

He found himself paralyzed, unable to do anything but watch as she lifted her shirt above her head, exposing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her large breasts came into view and settled with a jiggle. Her eraser-head nipples seemed to harden in real time, pointing right at the face who’d been attached to them several times a day for multiple months seventeen years ago.

If he were into big breasts, maybe he would have very much appreciated the way they were large and fairly perky, but with enough sag to know there was a fair amount of weight to them.

Maybe he would have loved the way they seemed to gently wobble every time she took a breath, which would grow heavier and heavier every second he ogled her, causing more and more succulent movement.

Maybe he would have wanted to step forward and bury his face in between them and motorboat them, enjoying the soft warmth jiggling around his face while she held him close.

But, since he wasn’t, all he could do was be secretly horrified that his own mother would flash him like this in his own bedroom. He stared at her open mouthed as she quickly pulled her shirt back down, her nipples poking prominently throughout the fabric. She smiled at his open mouth.

“Well, someone is a chest man. Seems like you don’t take after your father, I had to practically beg him to motorboat me.” She turned and moved towards the door, stopping at the opening and placing her hand on the door frame. “Meet your sister and I by the car in ten minutes, alright? I want to see you in some nice clothes, too, Chase.”

“A-alright, mom,” he managed to reply out of his stupor. She closed the door behind her and he shook his head, his sandy hair flying around him. “Okay, clothes. What to wear, what to wear…”

He turned to his closet, grabbing the bronze knob and tugging it open to reveal a trove of different clothes, neatly hung up and stacked as of that morning. His hand reached out and tugged at a Crush orange colored sweater, pulling it back and forth as he looked at the selection.

Eventually he decided on a navy blue dress shirt and beige khakis (he’d almost gone with jeans, but the amount of wrinkles… they made him shudder), putting them both on at the foot of his bed. He stood up, slipping his brown belt around his waist and patting out any small creases that plagued the fabric. Once he was satisfied with his look, he looked at his alarm clock.

Drat! He thought to himself as he hurried out the door. Five minutes late, I can’t believe I took that amount of time!

Author's Note: This chapter is in no way sponsored or affiliated by Crush Soda. Wouldn't say no, though.