Morning Glory

Black Friday, November 29

Rolling over in his bed, Brandon squinted through sleepy eyes at the alarm clock. Upon seeing the time, he groaned. On a rare day off from school, he hated not to sleep in, but if he wanted to go shopping, then he needed to get up. Rolling over, even more, Brandon moved into a sitting position on the edge of the bed as he tried to clear the cobwebs from his head. His eyes lazily took in his darkened bedroom.

Brandon's room was located in the back corner of the second floor of the Cole home. It shared a Jack and Jill bathroom with Madison's bedroom, a layout that often led to fights between the twins. There was another bathroom located in the former master bedroom, but as that room was used as both a guest room and as an office by their mother, the twins rarely went into there. Their parents slept downstairs in the master suite addition built a dozen years ago.

Consisting of a desk, two dressers, and a twin-sized bed, one that's size pissed off Brandon royally. He couldn't understand why Madison had a queen-sized bed, but his parents wouldn't let him. Some crap about keeping him away from temptation. Still, Brandon loved the old, comfortable recliner he saved when his parents remodeled the living room several years back. It was set facing his large entertainment center, and he fell asleep many nights sitting in the chair watching sports highlight shows.

All in all, it was a typical room for a teenager into sports. There were football memorabilia from his favorite NFL team scattered around the walls and on top of his dressers. There was even a large poster of a group of NFL cheerleaders located on his wall, one that his mother wished he would take down. Typical guy stuff, except that an equal number of memorabilia was about Brandon. Awards from grade school, middle school, and his high school days playing football littered a corner of the room. There, pictures of him in every uniform he had ever worn hung on the wall, including several Halloweens when a much smaller Brandon dressed up as his favorite NFL quarterbacks. Madison mockingly referred to this corner of his bedroom as his personal shrine.

Forcing himself off the bed, Brandon staggered to the bathroom with his still sleepy eyes. So tired was the teen, that he didn't bother to grab a change of clothes or even a change of underwear. Water, hot water, was the only essential requirement that Brandon needed at this moment.

"Ahhhhh!"

The nearly scalding hot water felt like magic as it hit his shoulders and back, rejuvenating his body. Brandon let the water focus on his right shoulder, in particular, to work out the kinks. It must have tightened up while I was fucking Ash. That was an awkward position near the end. Brandon thought as he smiled at the memory of Ashley's little body folded in half. Damn, she went off like a firecracker. Who would've known she would like trying to out fuck another couple. This is something I need to explore with her. And what was Lisa's deal last night? I never expected that from her, either.

Lathering the soap lower on his body, Brandon eventually reached what he liked to call his touchdown maker. Rubbing the soap in deep, his thoughts turned to Sharon, Tanya, and Amber in their elf costumes. Lost in the visions of those sexy girls, Brandon's cleaning of his cock morphed into a morning jackoff session.

Images flashed through his mind of Ashley and Heather joining in for a special Christmas performance. In his daydream, Brandon replaced Mr. Miller as Santa Claus. This led to all his sexy elves sitting on his lap, telling him what presents they wanted, while they ground their pussies on his monster cock.

Yeah, work that cock, Amber. Oh, you want to help too, Ash? Of course, I want two blondes that could be sisters helping Santa's pipe go down. Too bad—oh, my god! Hannah, you...look sexy as fuck. You want to help your sister? You've always wanted my cock? Well, it's yours anytime you want. Let's take this show into one of those buildings for privacy. How about Mrs. Claus's Confectionery as I plan to taste both Woodsen sisters? Yeah, that's right assholes, these are my bitches to fuck. Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Mrs. Woodsen—or I mean Mrs. Claus. Holy mother of god! Your tits look fantastic in that outfit. Milk? Your milk? Hell yeah, I want it! Oh, god, oh, god—

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"Hurry the fuck up in there!"

Snapping out of his vision of sucking Mrs. Woodsen's big tits as her daughters slobbered over his cock, Brandon became aware of his surroundings.

"I'm taking a shower!" he screamed back. "Leave me alone!"

"Shower my ass! You better not leave a mess, pervert!"

"Fuck off, Mads!"

BANG BANG BANG BANG

"I'm not going anywhere. It's my turn!"

"Fuck," mumbled Brandon. The mood was broken, and he knew his sister would keep on pounding on the door until she heard the shower go off. Realizing he was done washing himself, the teenager turned the knob, shutting off the water.

"Finally!" said the voice at his door.

"Give me five minutes to piss and brush my teeth," Brandon snarled at the door.

"Eww! Do you use piss for cleaning your dirty mouth?"

Clenching his fists, Brandon held back his retort. Getting into a pissing match with Madison never worked out for him. He always seemed to lose every fight except the one where it came to her and boys. Swirling the mouthwash around as he filled the toilet, Brandon was sorely tempted to leave some dribble just to freak out his high-strung twin, but he didn't. Finishing up, he noticed the lack of a change of clothes. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and moved to unlock Madison's door to the bathroom. A second after he twisted the lock, it slammed open.

"Jesus, Mads, I could've been naked!"

"As if I want to see that! Now get the fuck out. Delilah's picking me up in a half-hour," his sister said with a shove.

Brandon might never notice it, and if he did, he might never acknowledge it, but Madison Cole was hot. She had long, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass. An ass molded and sculpted by years of volleyball and now cheerleading. Add in her fiery personality with its short temper, and people assumed she would be one wild fuck. Under normal circumstances, guys at Azure Rocks High School would be all over the sexy girl to find out if that temper carried over into the bedroom. However, having Brandon Cole, star quarterback, as your twin brother wasn't a normal circumstance. Brandon, following his father's example, was extremely overprotective of his sister when it came to boys. When she complained that is was his fault for her status as a virgin, it warmed his heart that he kept her that way. He knew how guys in the locker room could get about girls, and especially the cheerleaders, so he took pride that his sister was never even mentioned out of fear that her brother would destroy them.

"I'd ask if you got up on the wrong side of the bed, but you're always a bitch," Brandon remarked as he slammed the bathroom door to his room behind him. Only a moment later, he heard a thud from whatever bathroom item Madison threw at the door.

Even after the long shower to wake himself up, Brandon squinted from the brightness of the morning light. Looking across the room at his alarm clock, he swore. While he didn't have a set time to meet Trent, Brandon couldn't waste too much more. His friend often could be a pain in the butt to make plans with at times. All it took was a girl messaging his horny friend, and Trent would disappear, entirely forgetting about their plans.

"Alright, what should I wear?" he asked himself. Dropping his towel, Brandon curled it up in a ball and threw it across the room like a basketball. "And Brandon Cole hits the winning shot! What an amazing story for a man playing his first game ever in the championship game," he said in a deep voice, mimicking an announcer.

Turning back around toward the dresser, Brandon froze. Across the small distance between the two houses, another person stood in front of their window watching him, her mouth hanging open in shock to reveal her braces. Slowly, lowering his eyes, Brandon's worst fear was confirmed as he saw his half-hard dick pointing toward the large window and out to the Gettingers' house.

"Polly!" Brandon screamed loud enough for the girl to hear through the two windows as he dove out of view.

"Shit, shit, shit!" he continued to swear. Looking over, he cursed whoever opened his blinds. Of course, the drawstring was on the other side of the window from where he sat hiding. Cursing again, Brandon crawled under the window, and grabbed the string, shutting off his room to his neighbor's eyes.

Now in a foul mood, the teen didn't care what he wore to go shopping. He hurriedly grabbed a pair of underwear, jeans, and a shirt. Finished dressing, he started to leave the room before remembering to grab his phone and wallet.

Taking two steps at a time, Brandon raced downstairs. Reaching the first floor, he could hear noises in the kitchen, and even before he reached it, he let out a loud, "Moooommm!"

"Can't you and your sister go one morning without fighting?" Vanessa Cole asked with her back to him when he entered the kitchen.

"Did you open my blinds?" Brandon demanded to know.

"You can't sit in your room like a vampire, honey. You need some light in there," his mother remarked, flipping a pancake.

"You can't do that!" he whined. "I didn't notice and went to get dressed. Polly saw me naked, Mom. Naked!"

"Oh, my! Well, I guess you can cross Polly off your Christmas list, you already gave her a present I bet she loved," Vanessa teased, glancing over her shoulder at her son.

"Mom, this isn't funny!" Brandon yelled. "It's bad enough that Polly's had a crush on me for years. Now she'll never drop it."

"You never know, Bran, maybe she's disappointed with what she saw," his mother continued to tease him.

"Yeah, right. No one has ever been disappointed," Brandon replied, indignantly.

"Brandon, don't talk like that around me," Vanessa scolded him, ignoring that her comment started it. "Now, grab yourself some milk and sit down."

Doing just that, Brandon warmly welcomed the plate full of pancakes that his mother brought him. He grunted his thanks, never looking up at her. If he had, then maybe he would've finally noticed how beautiful his mother looked.

Vanessa was an older version of her daughter. She had long, wavy dark brown hair, green eyes, medium breasts, and a firm butt. A slender woman, she still looked quite youthful for her age and turned many heads. At the moment, she wore a short, thin cream robe with a matching cream nightie underneath. Of course, Brandon didn't notice any of this, as to him his mother and sister couldn't be pretty. They were Mom and Mads.

"Polly's a sweet girl. You could try being a little nicer to her. You never know how life will turn out. Perhaps you two will end up together," Vanessa suggested, ruffling her son's hair before she sat down to drink her coffee.

"Polly's a band geek!"

"Brandon John! What have I told you about labeling people?" his mother sharply questioned.

"It's wrong, and don't do it."

"Yes, it is wrong. Polly's been our neighbor for years. The girl adores you. She might not be a cheerleader like your Ashley, but Polly's a sweet, kind girl. The poor girl is painfully shy, and having a popular guy like you talking to her more often might help."

"Mom, I have an image to protect!" Brandon protested, before backing down after his sweet mother shot him a stern look. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Try talking to her more often. See if she wants to hang out with your friends. You two used to be friends up until middle school."

"Hang out with my friends?! Are you crazy?!"

"Ashley's a sweet girl. I'm sure she won't mind being nice to another sweet girl. And don't call me crazy," Vanessa said, wagging her finger at him.

"Sorry. But can't Madison deal with this? She's already friends with Polly, and she already hangs out with the drama freaks, so band geeks shouldn't be a stretch."

"I'm very disappointed with your attitude. I never thought my little Branmuffin would turn into a stuck up jerk."

Cringing at his mother's embarrassing nickname for him, Brandon tried to defend himself. "I can't just take Polly to a party. She'd be out of her element. Other guys will pick on her for her braces and acne."

"Her acne cleared all up last summer. How don't you notice these things? Polly's turning into quite a pretty young woman. Not that it should be surprising, Sybil is gorgeous."

Fuck yeah, Mrs. Gettinger is hot as fuck!! She's the neighborhood MILF.

"Fine, I'll try and be nicer. But after this morning, she'll probably freeze up around me."

"That's all I ask of you, Bran. Be nice to people," Vanessa stated, kissing the top of his head as she went back into the kitchen.

Grumbling to himself, Brandon remembered another pressing idea. "Hey, when's Dad coming home tonight?"

"I'm not sure. He expects the dealership to be busy with their Black Friday sale," Vanessa relayed. "Why?"

"I was going to ask if I can work at the dealership to pick up some extra money for presents," Brandon revealed, between mouthfuls of pancakes. If he had been paying attention, he would've noticed his mother stiffen up.

"Oh, honey, I don't think that's a good idea. I don't feel comfortable when your father tries to use you to sell cars," Vanessa replied, downplaying her views. In fact, Brandon's mother hated how her husband wanted to use her son as a prop for his business. She already killed Waldon's idea of a television commercial starring their son.

"Is there anything I can do at the restaurant?"

"There is a favor you can do for me. We have far too much cheesecake left over from yesterday. I didn't expect your uncle to be on a diet. How about you drop it off at the Riveras? I know Carlos loves my homemade cheesecake."

"Mom, I'm going to the mall with Trent. Can't Madison take it?" he complained.

"No, your sister had plans for today. Special plans."

"Special—is that her date?!" Brandon questioned his blood heating up.

"How do you...what your sister does is none of your business," Vanessa pointed out.

"But Dad says—"

"You will not tell your father about this, Brandon. Do you hear me? Your sister deserves a life too. Do I question why you came home late last night reeking of perfume? No, I don't. So if Madison has plans during the day with a nice boy, then it is none of your business."

"But...fine," Brandon capitulated under his mother's withering glare.

"Here," Vanessa said, handing over some cash. "This should help you with your gift buying."

"Mom, I don't want handouts. Can't I do something at The Lakeside?"

"No, if your father finds out, then he'd make you work at the dealership instead. What you can do to start earning this money is to drop the cheesecake off at the Riveras," Vanessa informed him.

"But they aren't even home. Lisa said they were going to their cabin this morning," Brandon recounted.

"Yes, I know that. That's why you can take our spare key for their house. Just let yourself in and put it inside their refrigerator. Okay?"

"Okay. But can it wait until after I'm done shopping? I'm supposed to meet Trent soon."

"That's fine. It should be cold enough if you leave it in the trunk. But don't forget!" Vanessa ordered. "And I'll find some more chores for you to do, so you feel you earned that money."

"Alright, I'm going to get going in a second," Brandon said as he ate his last bite of breakfast.

Washing up, he waited for his mother to get the Riveras' key from her purse. When she returned, Vanessa handed the key and another few bills of cash. "Bran, I want you to buy your sister a nice gift. Think of it as a goodwill gesture for all your fighting. Make it special. Something I wouldn't buy."

"Like what?"

"What about that live-play she likes to do?"

"You mean cosplay? She does that?!"

"No, it has the word live in it. Live role-playing?"

"Oh, her acting stuff. How am I supposed to know what she wants?"

"Well, you could always try talking to your sister for once, rather than scream," Vanessa suggested, but she saw her son's dubious look. "Or try asking Lisa or Delilah."

"Yeah, I guess I could do that," Brandon said, kissing his mother on the cheek as he heard Madison stomping down the stairs. "Bye, Mom."