Chapter 2: Family Rules

Sunlight filtered through the blinds in soft gold bands across my sheets, warming the tangle of bare skin pressed against me. Mia’s long black hair spilled over my chest like spilled ink, her full breasts soft and heavy against my ribs, one leg hooked possessively over my thigh. On my other side, Mom’s curvier frame molded to me—her wide hips nestled close, heavy D-cups pillowing against my arm, her breath warm and steady on my neck. The room still carried the thick, unmistakable musk of last night’s kitchen floor frenzy: salt and sweetness, spent desire baked into the air like perfume that refused to fade. My cock stirred, already half-hard against Mia’s smooth thigh, memories flashing of her riding me while Mom ground down on my tongue.

I didn’t move. I just breathed them in, letting the reality settle deeper. This was real. They were mine. No more stolen glances or guilty fantasies from my first life. I’d claimed them yesterday, raw and sudden, and they’d claimed me right back.

Mia stirred first, eyelids fluttering open. Her dark eyes met mine, a slow, wicked smile curving her lips. “Morning, little brother,” she whispered, voice husky from sleep and everything we’d done. She shifted, letting her thigh slide deliberately along my length. “Or should I say ... our man now?”

Mom’s hand slid across my stomach, fingers tracing the V of muscle dipping toward my groin. “He feels like ours,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Her voice carried that same mix of wonder and heat from yesterday. “And we’re not letting go.”

We stayed like that a long minute, bodies warm and unhurried, before hunger of a different kind pulled us downstairs. I threw on loose boxers; they slipped into silk robes—thin, champagne-colored things that clung to every curve and barely tied at the waist. In the kitchen, sunlight poured across the same counter where I’d first buried my face between Mia’s legs. We sat at the table like it was the most natural morning in the world, coffee steaming, toast buttered, robes gaping just enough to tease.

“Ground rules,” I said, voice low but steady, setting my mug down. “No jealousy. Ever. What we have stays open—total sharing, total honesty. I’m the center now. Not because I’m taking, but because you both want it that way. And I’m never hiding again.”

Mom’s eyes glistened suddenly. She reached across the table, squeezing my hand hard enough her knuckles whitened. “I’ve felt invisible for years, Jake. Your father checked out long before he left, and I just ... kept going for you two. Last night, when I saw you with Mia and felt how much you wanted me too—” Her voice cracked. A single tear slipped down her cheek. “It fixed something I didn’t even know was broken.”