Chapter 37 - The Examination

The sweet, hot pressure of Susan’s mouth engulfing him pulled Steve from a deep sleep. A low groan rumbled in his chest as his eyes fluttered open to see his mother’s fiery red hair splayed across his belly, her head bobbing rhythmically between his legs. Her emerald green eyes looked up at him, full of love and wicked intent. “Mmm, good morning, my beautiful boy,” she murmured, her voice a husky vibration around his cock that made his hips twitch.

He fisted his hands in the sheets, surrendering to the incredible sensation of her warm, wet mouth working him over. It didn’t take long. With a guttural cry, he came, his release flooding her throat with a thick, salty splurt. Susan swallowed it all with a pleased gulp, licking her lips clean as she sat up. “Well, I’ve had my breakfast! Yours is waiting downstairs.” She giggled, her sheer robe doing absolutely nothing to conceal the magnificent, creamy expanse of her mammoth breasts, their weight swaying enticingly with her every movement. The green lace teddy beneath was a mere formality, a teasing frame for the bounty it pretended to cover.

They went downstairs to find the entire family already gathered around the large kitchen table, the air rich with the smell of coffee, bacon, and eggs. Mia, her outgoing personality shining even this early, was animatedly telling a story, her generous 36DD chest boucing inside her tight t-shirt with each laugh. Zoé, the quieter redhead, listened with a small, knowing smile, her eyes flicking toward Steve with unveiled hunger. Heather patted the empty chair between her and Susan.

Steve sat, his body still humming from his wake-up call, and dug into the plate of eggs waiting for him. The normalcy of the scene was a stark, pleasant contrast to the intense pleasure he’d just experienced.

He was barely three bites into his breakfast when Heather’s voice cut through the morning chatter, sharp and insistent. “Steve, don’t forget your doctor’s appointment today,” she said, her tone laced with concern. He rolled his eyes, dismissing her with a shrug, but Heather wasn’t having it. She leaned forward, her expression serious.

“Steve, I’m not kidding,” she said, her voice firm. “I did some research, and your staying power could be cause by trauma, or even a blood clot in your penis. You need to take this seriously.”

Steve sighed. “I don’t think it’s any of those,” he said, his voice brooking no arguments as his gaze swept over the room. “I just think I’ve been blessed with the ability to keep up with all of you.” His eyes lingered on each of them—seeing concerned frown from all of them. Steve leaned back in his chair, his tone softening as he added, “But I’ll have it checked out, so that you can all rest easy.”

Most of them exchanged glances of relief, their expressions easing slightly, as if a shared weight had been lifted. Steve leaned back in his chair, his mind processing the unspoken agreement that hung in the air. He was beginning to understand that he would need to make concessions for his wives from time to time if he wanted a truly blissful life with them. Susan’s hand still lingered on his, her touch warm and reassuring, a silent reminder of the unique bond they all shared.

Steve’s gaze swept over the room, catching Mia’s playful smirk and Zoé’s subtle nod of approval. Even Heather’s worried frown had softened into something more accepting. He realized then that this was part of the balance—a give-and-take that would allow their unconventional family to thrive.

Steve polished off his plate, devouring the last of the scrambled eggs and bacon with a satisfied grin. The salty richness of the bacon mingled with the creamy eggs, leaving him feeling full and content. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his gaze lingering on the women around the table—each of them watching him with a mix of affection and anticipation.

With a stretch, he pushed his chair back and stood, the weight of the morning still humming in his veins. “Alright,” he said, his voice warm but firm. “I’m heading up to shower and get ready for that appointment. Can’t have you all worrying about me, can I?”

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head as he made his way upstairs. The familiar creak of the stairs under his feet was a comforting rhythm, grounding him even as his mind buzzed with the morning’s events. He stepped into the bathroom, stripping off his clothes and letting the steam from the shower fill the room.

The hot water cascaded over him, soothing his muscles and clearing his head. He lathered up, the scent of soap mixing with the warmth of the shower, and let himself relax. Despite everything, there was a sense of calm in the routine—a quiet moment to prepare for whatever lay ahead.

As he toweled off and dressed for his appointment, Steve couldn’t help but feel a surge of determination. Whatever the doctor had to say, he knew one thing for certain: this family was worth every challenge. And he’d do whatever it took to keep them happy—and himself in top form.

Heather slid into the passenger seat of Steve’s car, her presence a comforting yet anxious weight beside him. The morning sun filtered through the windshield as they pulled out of the driveway, the silence between them thick with unspoken thoughts. Steve’s fingers drummed lightly on the steering wheel, his mind racing. “Did you tell me the name of the doctor?” he asked abruptly, breaking the quiet.

Heather shook her head, her honey-blonde hair catching the light as she turned to him. “No,” she said, her voice steady but soft. “She’s a geneticist but also a general practitioner. Dr. Rin Inoue. She was instrumental in my case to have the age of consent lifted to eighteen in the clan.”

Steve absorbed this information with a thoughtful nod, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. Steve had remain quiet for most of the trip. He barely registered Heather’s attempts at small talk, his thoughts on the still monumental task at hand.