Jumping up, my wilting erection all but forgotten, I said, “I’m not your servant! I’m the man of the house! And as such, it’s my duty to ensure that you two are looked after and that any manual chores are done so you don’t have to do them. You two will miss me when I’m gone next year.”
Both of them giggled at this, but Mom just nodded her head. “Yes sweetie, I will miss both of you greatly next year when you go off to college. But not because I’ll be doing all the chores; but because my babies will be gone and I’ll be left alone. The two of you will be out in the world, living your own lives and I’ll be left by the wayside as you forge onwards.”
“Mom, we aren’t going to leave you,” I said as I sat down beside her on the lounge chair and pulled her into a hug.
A second later we were joined by Rheta as she joined us in the hug. “You have nothing to worry about Mom. We’re not big on friends and we’ve already promised to come home every other weekend.” I felt Mom nod to this after a moment, and after another minute or so we disengaged from each other and sat on our respective chairs.
The rest of the afternoon passed without much incident, aside from the fact that I was extremely focused on not getting an erection and/or staring at either of them for more than a few seconds. That was, until after dinner. The way that the cottage is set up is that the sunroom runs the length of the building with an entrance at either end into the cottage proper. There’s three bedrooms, with the middle one being flush with the sunroom and having a window (like a takeout window) into the sunroom. The middle bedroom’s always been mine, and I usually have the window closed, but I’d opened it when we came in for dinner to let the breeze blowing through the sunroom cool off my room so it wasn’t so stuffy tonight.
And apparently, my mom and sister hadn’t noticed. After dinner was cleaned up, I’d gone into the family room, pulled out the GameCube and started to play some Smash Bros. After finishing a fight, I got up to go to the bathroom at the other end of the cottage, not really paying attention to fact that Mom and Rheta were giggling in the sunroom as I walked by my bedroom.
It was as I was coming back that I heard the words that would ultimately change our family forever. “Do you think Henry liked the display we gave him today?” I heard Mom ask, being quite flirtatiously playful.
“That’s disgusting Mother,” Rheta said. “I can’t believe you conned me into dressing so trashy in the first place, let alone that brazen display pulling our chairs to his.” This shocked me to my core: not only had they displayed themselves on purpose, but they’d done it to tease me. “My skin is still crawling from having his eyes on me like that.”
“You’re the one who said he had a big dick after you saw him sneaking out to go skinny dipping the other night. I believe your exact words were ‘fuck my brother’s got a huge cock!’ before you asked me if I’d seen how thick he is.” I didn’t even know my sister knew such language. “So, I simply offered up a way to kill two birds with one stone: see if he’s gay by giving him an eyeful, hoping that he’d give us one as well.” Wait, how long had Mom thought I was gay?
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