Since you're actually awake at a reasonable hour, you decide you'll actually join your mom and sisters for breakfast. You walk into the kitchen to the sound of a chorus of sardonic cheers: "Hurray, the non-working man arises to greet the new day!"
Your mother, Helen, is a 5'6" redhead of 39, with a body that reminds you why only gay guys like the skinny types: a few extra pounds by modern standards, but all in the right places. Her ass and tits aren't teenaged perky, but they are so wonderful that you gave up feeling guilty about masturbating to fantasies of her by the time you were fourteen! She's a meter checker, but right now she's on medical leave after some LandRover-driving asshole attacked her for ticketing him when he took up FOUR parking places in the municipal lot (so his landwhale wouldn't get scratched by some peasant's jalopy).
Your big sister, Janis, is more slender than mom, but only because she diets and works out all the time. She's a tall blonde (5'9" to your 5'10") and used to be on the high school gymnastics team. Right now she's in college (she can take that crap; you never could) and doing pretty well.
Little sister Joan is a brunette with curls that cascade all around her head; she's just a bit taller than your mom, and already shows signs of the same kind of weight problems that Janis is fighting. Her best feature, though, is her face, which to her irritation just seems to plead "come hither" to every horny boy (i.e., all of them that aren't gay) in her high school. She's a senior, and enjoying the attention; but has never adjusted to the way that everybody assumes she's a lot more sexually active than she is. You've talked to her about it now and then since back when she was in junior high; but you aren't in school any more to beat up the jerks who spread lies about her spreading her thighs. You've never admitted it, but her face has featured in more than a few of your fantasies as well; just as Janis' flexibility has given your libido a few cues over the years.
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As you sit down and start grabbing sausage patties off the plate and washing them down with orange juice, you listen to the usual chatter, and realize that you've missed this kind of thing, since you sort of withdrew into your shell after losing that last job. You join in the banter, and feel a genuine warmness towards the only people that matter to you in this world (your dad died a decade ago, and was kind of bitter before that, since the plant where he made electrical equipment shut down and moved to Taiwan).
As the talks begin, you start to notice a gradual change in the attitudes of all three women towards you. Joan is the first to speak:
"Hey, big bro, what's the new smell? You find a temp job trying out germ warfare sprays at the biochem plant?" |