“I know, I know…” I say, *kissing* back at her, “…rushing off to class.” *peck**kissssss*
“Hey, you’ve still got a couple of hours until your classes start.” She says, as she lightly slaps my butt cheek.
“Yeah, well… Thank you, sis. That felt great!” I say back to her, with one last strong kiss, and then she slips past me and hops out of the shower.
Emily grabs a towel, clutches it to her chest in a bunch, and I catch myself ogling her sweet little ass as she quickly trots out the door.
Alone again in the shower, I look down at my fingers and notice they all look like raisins. The only thing left is to do a quick rinse off, and then turn off the shower. I grab my towel, dry off, and then wrap the towel around my waist. The mirror is completely fogged over, so I take a second to wipe it off. I do a quick brushing of my hair, just to set it into place, and I’m good to go. The clock shows that it’s 8:10, and my first class doesn’t start for two more hours.
Chapter 3
As I step out of the bathroom I can hear a car leaving the drive way. That would be Sarah, heading off to the local High School. Since her first class starts at 8:30, she should be there in plenty of time. I also hear Emily in her room at the end of the hallway, most likely getting dressed herself. As I am about to head to my room, an aroma in the air catches my attention. Instead, I turn around and head towards the kitchen.
As I round the corner, heading towards the kitchen, I see mom in her fluffy maroon robe walking towards me with her morning coffee in hand.
Our mother is in her early 40s and has a toned athletic build. She spends a few days a week at the gym, to keep in shape, and it shows. She’s just a couple of inches shorter then my sister’s and me, and she has brown hair, just like us, that’s slightly curly and drops to just below her shoulders. My sisters tell me occasionally that I have her eyes, which I can also definitely see. I glance down at her cleavage and notice that she’s filling out the top of her ever-so-slightly closed robe, quite nicely. I’m sure my sisters inherited those beauties.
Mom has a master’s degree in marketing and she works as a consultant for several big and small companies in the local area, and on the Internet. As such, she has a pretty flexible schedule, and is usually able to work from home. On the rare occasions that she does need to travel, she’s usually not gone for more than a day or two, so we can pretty much always count on her being there for us.
Our father passed away several years ago, and we had to pull together to keep everything running smoothly in the household. That’s pretty much why we have all become so close over the last few years.
As we start to pass each other in the hallway, we give each other an endearing smile.
“Good morning honey.” she says as she leans up and kisses me on the cheek.
“Morning Mom.” I say as I rotate my face just a bit to peck her on the cheek at the same time.
“There’s some breakfast in the kitchen.” she continues,
“And, I’ll be in the tub in about 15 minutes.” She says with a smile and a wink.