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About the Author

The car moved through the dead of night, speeding along the dirt path through wild trees and bushes, as the night’s moon illuminated the mansion in the distance. It’d been four years since I’d come home. Four years since I’d seen my mother, and my sister’s Megan and Claire. I missed them, but I couldn’t deny the nervous tension that sat within me, a rough unease that told me to turn back, to tell the driver I’d changed my mind, and return the way I’d came.

The only thing keeping me going was the images I had of my sisters. So prim and proper, I missed them more than I could explain. I’d seen a picture of them before I came. Megan had grown curvy and thick, with long brown curls, developing a surprising bust that even I found too alluring to ignore.

Claire maintained her slender frame, only now her breasts sat full and pert, with a soft round ass she was more than willing to show off. Her Instagram especially was filled with revealing images, from tight dresses to bikinis, from beach parties to nightclubs.

The more I saw, the more I realised how much they’d changed, and the more changes I saw, the more my attraction grew, leading me back home so I could see them for myself.

The car passed another clearing to reveal the estate fully. It was large and imposing, a great beast, caged in behind a metal gate, it’s walls plain and white, it’s surrounding garden an expansive field of private land, as oak trees dotted its surroundings. It felt like an eternity since I’d been here last. The look of it alone sent a chill through my body.

The driver leaned out of the window and pressed the buzzer on the gate. It rang in a low hum before a voice interrupted. “Is he here?” The excitement was plain on my mother’s voice.

“Yes madam.” The driver said.

The door buzzed again, and the gates opened, letting him in to the driveway, before he parked by the main door.

“Uh-” I unbuckled my seatbelt. “I didn’t catch your name.”

“Steven sir.” He exited the car, and opened my door.

“Thank you, Steven.”

He nodded. “The pleasure's all mine, Master Wilson.”

“Take care.”

“And you too.”

I turned and made my way to the door, listening to the tires graze against the gravel floor, as my imagination ran wild with excitement.

“Jay! Baby!” The door swung open, revealing my mother in a white blouse with her arms raised, as the porch lights illuminated her figure. She was slimmer than I remembered, but her body was still plump and erotic, as her soft bust jiggled from her excitement.

“Wow sweetie, you look so different.” She wrapped her arms around me. “Come here, my big strong man.” She kissed me on my cheeks, then forehead, then lips. She was never shy about her love for me, only now it felt strange to accept it.

“Alright- alright.” I said, trying to disguise my smile.

“Not-” She continued her assault, showering me in the soft touch of her lips. “Yet!” She pulled my face up and kissed me again, this time a deep longing against my mouth. “Now I’m done.”

Her eyes fluttered a soft hazel, her smile was a pearly white. She was still one of the most beautiful women I’d seen, her long dark hair flowing over her shoulders, as her smile formed dimples in her soft freckled cheeks.

“So... We going in, or...”

My words knocked her out of her trance. “Right. Right.” She grabbed my hand. “Come. Come.” She pulled me inside and closed the door behind her. “We’ve got your old room ready upstairs.” The soft smell of rosemary filled my nose. “Or you can sleep in the guest room if you’d like?”

“No- no. That’s fine.” I furrowed my brow, as I tried to move my suitcase across her Persian rug. She didn’t seem to mind, a stark contrast to the obsessive cleaner I once knew. “Why would I want the guest room? Did something happen?”

“Well...” She smirked. “Since you were away, Megan and Claire have been using it.”

“To do what?”

She shrugged. “Who knows what those two get up to half the time. I was just happy they finally started getting along.” She stopped at the stairs, then gestured me up. “Don’t be a stranger okay?” She leaned in and hugged me, sighing deeply, before planting another kiss on my cheek. “I’m glad you’re back.”

“Me too.”

I carried my suitcase up the stairs, lugging it behind me as I took in my surroundings. The house was just as excessive as I remembered it, a deep maze made up of eight bedrooms, a personal gym, and a pool. It was something out of a horror movie. A great big thing that trapped its residents, disorienting them with its collection of fine rugs, ridiculous portraits, and needless antiques, all melding into each other, until you couldn’t discern right from left.

“What the-” I mumbled, noticing my door opened to a creak. My curiosity slowed me down, as I moved closer to the door.

A faint moan crept from the other side, then another, then another. I peaked in, only enough that my eyes could see a leg wrapped around the sheets, toes curling, as whoever’s voice it was climbed to a violent pitch.

“Fuck, I’m-” They gasped, body shaking as their pleasure took them just in time for me to see, the sound so erotic it had me hard in an instant, drawing me deeper against the door.

I stood up straight. “Fuck.” A part of me wanted to avoid the embarrassment. To walk downstairs and give them time to leave, to act as though I’d seen nothing, and start my time home with a clean slate.

That part of me was smart.

I wasn’t...

I swung the door open to reveal Megan naked on my bed, hair draped over her face, legs spread wide as her thick form sat lined with sweat and her cunt sat red and puffy.

She let out a silent scream, her surprise twisting her face to a harsh grimace. She curled back onto the bed and pulled her panties up from around her ankles. “Jason?” She mumbled, standing up, before feigning ignorance. “I was just- I was-” She grabbed the sheets, acting as if she was making the bed. “There, I was just making it for you.”

Memories of me teasing her flooded my mind. I chuckled at the thought, closing the door behind me. “Glad to see you’re making use of the space.”

Her face turned a deep red. “I-” She sunk her head in defeat, then stormed out of the room.

“Glad to be back!” I shouted down the hall.

She returned a middle finger.

I woke up to the sound of music blaring through the house. It was soft and moody, a clear sign that Claire had kept her tastes. I slinked off of the bed and pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. It’d been a while since I’d lived with women. I wasn’t sure what would was appropriate, even if we were family. I decided on a black tee, and a pair of white shorts, then made my way downstairs.

The soft smell of bacon greeted me along the way. I let it lure me forward, as my stomach growled, and my eyes watered. The reality was I’d barely gotten any sleep, my mind too occupied with images of Megan sprawled out on my bed.

I turned the corner to find Claire alone. She stood in the open kitchen, rummaging through the draws, humming to the music that played upstairs, as her outfit contradicted my beliefs on what was suitable. She wore a plain white crop top, and light pink panties, the fabric doing little to hide her figure, as her chest boasted through the top, and her almond hair ran gently down her back.

“Morning.” I said.

She turned to me and froze, her nipples clear through the white fabric, her eyes wide in disbelief. “Jay!” A bright smile crept across her face, and she ran into my arms, wrapping herself around me in a loving embrace. "I didn't know you were back yet!" She was just as affectionate as mom, showering me with kisses, as I picked her up and spun us both in circles.

I lowered her back onto her feet. “Wow.” I said, admiring my younger sister. “Look at you.”

She raised her arms. “I know right.” She twirled, giving me an unusually sensual view of her body. “Sexy huh?”

I didn’t know how to respond. I guessed I wasn’t supposed to.

She swatted my arm, then grabbed my hand. She led me to the table, walking with a slight twirl in her hips, before pulling out a seat. “Sit. Sit.”

I took a seat and watched as she moved to the counter. She grabbed a plate of scrambled eggs, and bacon, and toast. She pushed it onto the table, before grabbing a slice for herself, and sitting down beside me.

We both sat there in complete silence, enjoying our food with soft glances, and warm smiles. It’d been so long since I’d felt this. That feeling of just being around someone you know deeply, of just enjoying their presence with no awkwardness, or tension, or words.

I poured out two glasses of apple juice, then handed one to Claire. “Where’s Mom?”

She finished her bite, then raised her hands. “She’s at work.” She used air quotes around the last word.

“Why’d you say it like that?”

She chuckled again. “You know how she is... Always has a new project going on for some reason. She can’t just enjoy dad’s money without making it her own.”

I shook my head. Carly had always been too blunt for her own good. “And you can?”

She stood up, and for a brief second her nipple came out to greet me. She re-adjusted her top as if nothing happened and strolled to the fridge. “Oh, I love Dad’s money.” She turned to me and winked. “Can’t get enough of it.”

I shook my head again.

After the divorce my father’s estate had been split in two. Mom got this house and the second estate in Florida, while Dad kept the rest. She ended up selling the Florida estate to move in here with Megan and Claire, while I stayed with Dad out of a strange sense of loyalty, splitting our family up a year before I went to college.

“So what’d you wanna do today?” Claire said, bringing out a bottle of syrup, before smothering it over her food.

I grimaced slightly. She’d still kept her childish eating habits. “I was thinking, if you’d be up for it, we could all go to the fishing spot.” She looked at me plainly. I couldn’t tell if she was interested or not. “You, me and Meg, maybe bring a couple drinks and catch up.”

“I think she’s avoiding you.”

I furrowed my brow, feigning ignorance as last night’s image sat clear on my mind.

“Yeah, I asked if she wanted to say hi, but she said she was busy.” She used air quotes for the last word again.