Chapter 2: Brother’s House

Three days with Mia and Lily had scrambled my brain. We’d fucked in every room of the house — sometimes twice. My cock was sore, my balls were drained, and my sense of right and wrong had taken a serious beating. But the girls kept insisting everything would make sense once I met the rest of the family.

Which is how I ended up in my car Saturday afternoon, driving to my brother David’s place in the suburbs, my stomach doing flips.

“Just be cool,” Mia said from the passenger seat. She wore actual clothes today — jean shorts and a crop top — though I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Lily sat in the back in a sundress, equally braless, her legs crossed in a way that let me see her crotch in the rearview mirror whenever I glanced back.

“I’m cool,” I lied.

“You look like you’re gonna puke,” Lily observed.

“I’m not gonna puke.”

“Just remember,” Mia said, “Mom and Dad know about us. They’re happy about it.”

“That’s not reassuring.”

She laughed and put her hand on my thigh. “It’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

David’s house was nice — not fancy, but solid. He’d done well for himself as a supervisor at the plant. His wife Sofia answered the door, and I tried not to stare.

I’d seen Sofia at family gatherings before, but I’d never really looked at her with the thought of having sex with her in mind. She was late thirties, Latina, with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail. She wore yoga pants that hugged her curves and a tank top that showed off toned arms. Her breasts were medium-sized, nice but not huge. But her ass — god, her ass was incredible. Tight but round, the kind that made those yoga pants look like they’d been invented specifically for her.

“Ethan!” She pulled me into a hug that pressed me against her chest, then held my shoulders and looked at me. “It’s so good to see you. Come in, come in.”

“Thanks, Sofia.” I tried to keep my eyes on her face.

“David’s in the kitchen. Marcus and Keisha are around somewhere.” She leaned in conspiratorially, and I caught just a light whiff of perfume — had she fancied up for me? “The girls told me you’ve been having fun this week.”

My face burned. “I ... uh...”

She laughed and patted my chest. “Relax. We’re all family here.”

The house smelled like someone was grilling. I followed Sofia through to the kitchen where David was pulling beers from the fridge. My oldest brother was in his late thirties, solid build from years of physical work, just starting to show some gray in his dark hair.

“Little bro!” He handed me a beer and pulled me into a one-armed hug. “How’s college treating you?”

“Good. Pretty good.” I took a long drink.

“Bet it is,” he said with a knowing grin. “Mia and Lily been taking care of you?”

I choked on my beer. David laughed and clapped me on the back.

“I’m just teasin’ you, buddy.” He glanced at Sofia, who’d pressed up against the counter beside him. His hand wrapped around her and he squeezed. “Right, babe?”

“Very cool,” Sofia agreed, leaning into him.

Before I could process that, footsteps came down the stairs. A young guy appeared — Marcus, my nephew. He was seventeen now, tall and athletic with his dad’s build and his mom’s coloring. Mixed heritage that gave him this striking look. He wore basketball shorts and a tank top that showed off defined arms.

“Hey, Uncle Ethan,” he said with a grin. “Didn’t know you were coming by.”

“Surprise visit,” I managed.

“Cool, cool.” Marcus grabbed a soda from the fridge. “Keisha’s here too. She’s changing.”

As if on cue, a girl came down the stairs. Keisha was eighteen, Black, with natural hair pulled up in a puff. She was gorgeous—athletic build, long legs, curves in all the right places. She wore a sundress similar to Lily’s, and I couldn’t help noticing how it hugged her body.

“Oh hey,” she said when she saw me. “You must be Ethan. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope,” I said automatically.

She smiled, and there was something knowing in it. “Very good things.”

Mia and Lily had disappeared somewhere, leaving me with David’s family. The conversation flowed easily enough — college, work, summer plans — but there was an undercurrent I couldn’t quite name. The way Sofia kept touching David. How Marcus’s hand would rest on Keisha’s thigh. The looks they all exchanged.

When dinner was ready, we ate outside on the deck. The food was good — David had grilled chicken and corn — and I was starting to relax a bit. Maybe this was all in my head. Maybe the girls had been exaggerating.

Then Sofia leaned across the table to grab the salad, and her tank top gaped open. I could see straight down to her breasts — she wasn’t wearing a bra either. She caught me looking and smiled but didn’t adjust her shirt.

“So Ethan,” she said, settling back in her seat, “the girls tell me you’re home for the whole summer.”

“Yeah, that’s the plan.”

“Good. We should all hang out more.” Her foot touched mine under the table. “Get to know each other better.”

I glanced at David, but he was just eating, unbothered.

“That’d be nice,” I said carefully.

Mia appeared at my elbow with more beer. “You doing okay?” she whispered.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I whispered back.

She squeezed my shoulder. “Just roll with it.”

After dinner, everyone migrated inside to the living room. David put on some music—not too loud, just background noise. Marcus and Keisha took the loveseat, sitting close. David sprawled on one end of the couch with Sofia curled against him. Mia and Lily sat on the floor by the coffee table. I took the armchair, trying to look casual.

“Anyone want drinks?” Sofia asked, already standing. “I’m making margaritas.”

“Hell yes,” Lily said.

“You’re fifteen,” I said automatically.

Everyone laughed. “Oh, Ethan,” Sofia said, patting my head as she passed. “You’re so cute.”

She made a pitcher of margaritas, and soon everyone had a glass. The alcohol helped me relax a bit more. The conversation got looser, funnier. Marcus told a story about something dumb that happened at school. Keisha had everyone laughing with her impression of her boss at the ice cream shop where she worked.

I noticed Marcus’s hand had moved higher on Keisha’s thigh. She didn’t seem bothered—in fact, she shifted to give him better access. But what really shook me was seeing David’s hand under his wife’s tank top, clearly cupping her breast. She just leaned into him, sipping her drink.

“This is nice,” Sofia said contentedly. “All of us together.”

“Yeah,” Mia agreed. She was sitting between Marcus’s legs now, leaning back against the loveseat. When had that happened? “Housesitting’s been fun, but it’s good to be home.”

Lily had pulled herself up on the other side of her dad. She perched on the couch armrest, her knees pressed against his other side. His free hand — the one not on Sofia — now rested on Lily’s thigh, fingers tracing patterns on her skin.

My cock stirred in my shorts. Was something starting to happen? My heart started to beat and I could feel my throat tighten. This was actually happening.