Chapter 10 - The Respite

The peaceful moment dissolved with Susan’s shout from downstairs. “Supper’s almost ready, about fifteen minutes.” Breaking the siblings from their emotional kinship.

Zoé sighed, a soft, contented sound, and slowly lifted her weight off Mia. “Duty calls, little sister,” she murmured, planting one last kiss on Mia’s forehead. She slid off the bed, her naked body glistening, and padded toward the door without a shred of modesty. Mia untangled her limbs from Steve’s, giving his softening cock a final, affectionate squeeze that made him jump. “See you downstairs, big brother,” she whispered, her voice husky, before slipping out.

Steve was left alone in the rumpled bed, the scent of their sex thick in the air. His mind was a jumble of intense sensation and the raw, emotional outpouring he still didn’t fully understand. He took a few steadying breaths before heading to his own shower, the hot water doing little to scrub away the memory of Mia’s tight heat or the slick, desperate feel of Zoé’s ass.

By the time he got downstairs, the table was nearly set. The rich, savory smell of roasted chicken and herbs filled the kitchen. Susan was at the stove, her back to him as she stirred a pot of gravy. She wore a simple sundress, but the apron tied around her waist did little to contain the magnificent swell of her ass or the way her breasts swayed and jiggled with every movement. The thin cotton of her dress strained valiantly across her back...

“Glad you could join us, sweetheart,” she said without turning around, as if she could feel his gaze on her. “Grab the mashed potatoes, would you? They’re on the counter.”

He moved to do as he was told, his eyes glued to the hypnotic jiggle-jiggle-jiggle of her breasts as she worked. Mia, now dressed in tiny shorts and a tight tank top that showcased her perky 36DDs, was placing napkins. She caught him staring and winked, deliberately giving her own chest a slight shake that made his cock stir again in his jeans. Zoé, quieter, her red hair still damp from her shower, was placing cutlery with a small, secret smile on her lips.

The front door opened just as Steve set the bowl of potatoes on the table. Robert Thompson walked in, loosening his tie with a weary but happy sigh. “Something smells incredible, Susie,” he announced, coming up behind his wife to wrap his arms around her waist and nuzzle her neck. His hands naturally found their way to her tits, cupping their overwhelming fullness over her dress with a familiar, possessive squeeze. Susan leaned back into him with a throaty, happy mmmm.

“Long day, dear?” she asked, tilting her head to give him better access.

“You have no idea. But this is a hell of a welcome home.” He gave her tits another firm grope before releasing her and slapping Steve amiably on the shoulder. “And how’s the man of the hour? Heard you’ve been getting a proper family welcome.” He chuckled, a low, knowing sound.

Steve felt a hot flush creep up his neck. “Uh, yeah. Something like that.”

Robert’s laugh boomed. “Don’t look so embarrassed, son! It’s a beautiful thing. Took to it like a natural, from what I hear.” He winked, his demeanor utterly casual, as if discussing the weather and not his son’s recent sexual initiation with his wife and daughters. “Well, enjoy it while you can. I’m off to Houston Monday for three weeks. Some big consultation.”

“Three weeks?” Susan pouted, turning from the stove. Her lower lip jutted out, and her green eyes sparkled with faux disappointment. The movement made her chest jiggle and bounce captivatingly. “We’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, my gorgeous girl,” he said, reaching out to pinch her nipple through the dress fabric. She gasped, a sharp ah! of surprise and pleasure, and swatted his hand away playfully.

They all sat down to eat. The meal was a bizarre contrast of normalcy and profound abnormality. They passed dishes and made small talk, but beneath the table, Steve felt a bare foot trail up his calf. He looked across at Mia, who was chewing a bite of roll with an angelic expression. Zoé, sitting beside him, let her hand rest high on his thigh, her fingers tracing slow, lazy circles dangerously close to his growing erection.