The Next Morning

The next morning I woke up early. Usually on my weekends I slept in, but not today. Today I had plans and places to be.

First things first I decided to get some food in me. Out in the hall as fate would have it I ran into Megan yet again, this time wearing nothing but a towel that barely covered her Amazonian frame, as she left the bathroom. She didn't seem bothered at all by it though.

"Are you feeling any better?" She still had white flecks in her dark blue eyes I noted, but her ears didn't seem to still be leaking.

She reached over to muss my hair with the hand that wasn't holding her towel on. "Thanks for the concern squirt but I'm feeling much better. Had to be some bad weight gainer, you would not believe all the white goop that came out of me this morning!" I blushed, not wanting to hear about my older sister dumping out the load I'd inadvertently filled her with. Brain and body, it seemed my spooge had made it's way all through her. At that thought my blood went cold. All through her? Shit!

"Hey uh, awkward question and please don't hit me, but you're on birth control right?" Fuck me this could be bad, when was the last time she'd even been dating?

Instead of blowing up like I'd expected the tall beauty just laughed. "Concerned about my love life now too? What's gotten into you bro? Yeah I'm taking the pill if you really need to know. Helps keep my flow regular even when I'm not seeing anyone, and no I'm not right now if that's your next question. Been too busy with clients lately, and they're all old women like mom so no one to hit on."

Megan being so open with me was weird, we hadn't been close like this since I'd hit puberty. I was still really concerned about what I'd accidently done to her, but I couldn't hate this change. And I didn't have to worry that I'd somehow gotten my older sister pregnant when we really hadn't even had sex. How would I have even explained that? "Um, thanks for telling me. I'm going to go grab something to eat."

Before I could make my escape she gently, but with more strength than I could resist, pushed me towards the bathroom door. "Shower first goober, mom's still asleep like usual but Kath is downstairs and I don't want to hear her complain about your stink." She took a sniff. "But you're actually smelling pretty good this morning, still better to wash up. Oh right, this is the last clean towel, you'll need it." And just like that she whipped it off and thrust the white cloth into my hands while standing there completely naked, and completely unconcerned while my jaw hit the floor. "See you downstairs squirt."

I could only stand there staring at her perfect toned ass as she walked off to her room with nothing on and not a care in the world. The fuck?! I rushed into the shower to rinse off, and take care of the massive erection she'd given me. As nice as her being nicer to me was getting used to the new casual nudity was going to be really difficult.

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Seeing my older sister's naked tits up close and in person instead of on a page of her as a magazine was a whole lot different. I was never crossing that line with her again like that but I still needed to crank one out in the shower to clear my head afterwards.

She'd been telling the truth about it being the last towel too, something that had been done to me more than once and on work days no less.

Cleaned up I headed downstairs to find both my sisters in the kitchen. Katherine was standing at the bar eating her breakfast while Megan was mixing up something entirely too healthy that would doubtless smell terrible in the blender. Breakfast, unlike other meals, we were on our own. As much as our mother loved to cook she also loved to not wake up before noon. My twin was already in her cheerleading gear, full day of practice on the weekend when there wasn't a game, and our older sister was back to her usual sweatpants and baggy muscle shirt. I was relieved to see she wasn't half naked or worse now.

Katherine wrinkled her nose at me as I walked past. "Shouldn't you be hiding up in your room this morning?"

I shook my head as I grabbed a bowl for some cereal. "Got some stuff to work on today, figured I might as well eat first."

"Ugh, whatever. Amber is going to be over soon and I don't want you skeezing the place up so go dissa, Owww!" I looked over as my twin sister rubbed the back of her head while glaring at Megan.

"Mom isn't here. I am. Stop being such a bitch and go play at your bimbo's house for once." Holy shit! Megan was defending me?! The muscular woman turned back to the mixer and poured out a large glass of thick green sludge. I don't know how she tolerated that stuff, but her body proved it worked.

The redhead turned around looking pissed, but without mom to back her wasn't going to square off against our giant of a sister. She looked plenty shocked too, as she should be. Megan had always taken her side against me for years now. "I'm telling mom when she gets up!" She stormed out of the kitchen, leaving her breakfast half eaten, and soon I heard the front door slam shut.

"Wow, uh, thanks?"

Megan chugged her sludge while giving me a wink. "Aaaahhhh! That hits the spot. Damn that stuff I was coughing up yesterday tasted vile. Who the hell puts that much salt in protein powder? Anyways you cleaned up just for us this morning small fry, least she could do was be polite back. Miss Perfect needs to learn I won't put up with her shit when mom isn't around too." She chuckled while refilling her glass and chugging that too. "Well I got to be off, Mrs. Winslow insists on working out at her place instead of the nice studio here for some reason. Don't be drinking my stuff." She winked again.

"That will not be happening." I said deadpan and we both laughed. She rinsed out her glass then walked over and actually gave me a hug before she left. I stood staring into my cereal stunned momentarily. Was it wrong of me to hope that whatever damage I might have done to her she stayed like this?

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Back in my room I made damn sure the door was locked before pulling out the box of treasures from my closet. This wasn't cardboard like the ones under my bed but a real wooden chest with a lock and everything. The lock wasn't very sturdy, and could be easily snapped, but it was only to show me the box hadn't been tampered with.

Setting it on my desk I opened it and pulled out the Alterscope's case before setting that to one side. My first plan of action was money before I did anything else stupid. I didn't have a whole lot left from my father, but there were a few treasures he'd given me from his dives before we lost him. I pulled one out now, a heavy golden doubloon that he had pulled out of a shipwreck. I'd been told it was worth ten thousand easy. Stuff like this was how he'd built the fortune my mother kept squirreled away now. But I'd never sell it, having my father's coin meant more to me than any amount of money.

But I could sell a copy of it no problem.

I took a hand full of old pennies and nickels that had more value than normal because of age and rarity, but nothing close to the doubloon, that I'd been holding on to to take to a collector. You got a lot more that way than at the pawn shops I usually sold the stuff I'd fixed up. I set them off to the side on the desktop as well.

After putting away the chest I opened the case and took out the heavy brass tube. These should be perfect, they already felt metallic so should be no problem by touch and there were no serial numbers on the gold coin. If a small coin showed up in them it should just be taken as artistic whimsy. And taking them to pawn shops instead of experts I wouldn't get full value, but they wouldn't look close thinking they were ripping me off. A dozen of these, selling them one or two to a shop would be a damn good start.

I clicked the emerald lens into place and copied the pattern of my dad's old coin. Slotting the ruby in next gave me a small fortune of my own in no time. I made very sure the real one stayed behind as I gathered up the rest. When I was done with the pawnshops I could look for something a whole lot more fun to make a copy of later.