The Smallest in Town

You wake up, your eyes only half open as you look to your alarm clock beeping next to your bed. It's time to get up and ready for the big day ahead of you. Today is the first day of high school for you, a nineteen year old male, in this new town.

"What am I going to do?" you think. Moving into a new town meant that you had no friends, no connections, and no idea even about the layout of the school. Still pondering your predicament, you get out of bed in your boxer briefs and grab an outfit from your closet before heading to the bathroom.

You moved to this town about a month ago in the summer. Your old friends threw you a big farewell party and wished you good luck before you left. One girl that you had secretly been crushing on, Bella, even told you that she would really miss you. You know she just meant it in a friendly way, but you couldn't help but wish it was something more.

The reason that you had to move in the first place was financial. Cathy, your mother, found a job opening that is much more lucrative in this town and even a house that was only a little more expensive than the small apartment your family had before. She was determined to raise the quality of life that you had all known up to this point. You can easily understand why your mom was happy about the move. Your two sisters, on the other hand, seemed much more excited than you thought they should have been.

Rachel is your older sister by three years. She's a tall and gentle girl who struggles with socializing. You thought the idea of moving to a new town where she wouldn't see the few friends she did have would scare her. Alice is one year younger than you and the complete opposite of Rachel. She was very popular in school, a fact she would often hold over you. She liked to bring up how in all your previous time in high school, you never once had a girlfriend. Often you would retaliate how she never managed to keep a boyfriend for more than a few weeks, but you know that she has you beat for just having had one in the first place. You know she wouldn't have trouble making new friends, but you thought she would be annoyed at moving from a bustling city with plenty of things to do to a smaller, quieter town. However, both of them were one hundred percent on board with the move. It left you puzzled, but otherwise you weren't too concerned about the reason for it.

You make it to the bathroom and set your clean clothes aside for later. You then turn back to the door and lock it, checking twice to make sure that it is indeed locked. This was a normal habit for you that started several years back when your mother walked in on you once. You think back to that memory.

"Oh! Sorry honey, I didn't realize you were in here." In that moment, your mother stood in front of you naked. You had a chance to let your eyes dart over her body before she quickly closed the door. She had quite a figure for a woman in her late forties. With a wide set of hips, voluptuous breast that would take more than one person to hold properly, and a youthful face. She was heavier than most women, but it was all in the right places. There wasn't a single mark on her perfect skin. The part that really caught your eye though was between her legs. All the girls in your family are futanari, meaning they have cocks. Within that small moment that your mother was nude in front of you, you saw her cock in all its glory. It must have been about six inches, and that was soft. When you awkwardly asked her about her size later that day, she told you that she was a normal size for a futa.

After you finish thinking about the day your mom accidentally flashed you, you remove your underwear in preparation for your shower. You're left looking at the reason why you always made sure the bathroom door was locked. The reason, unfortunately, was your own dick. You have a measly three inches when erect and a sad two inches when soft. Not something most men would envy. You know the saying 'size doesn't matter', but porn and other sources told you that was an out and out lie. You fear having a member of your family walking in on you again and seeing your shame. Secretly pitying, or in Alice's case outright mocking, you for your misfortune. Yet the thought of your mother or one of your sisters opening the door naked again, their body on accidental display for you, was getting you hard as you turned on the shower.