Chapter 13: Pancakes
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I didn't edit this one properly as I am releasing it a bit later than I should. Anyways, enjoy!

I woke up from bed. Today was supposed to be a school day, yet I was lying aimlessly. It made me wonder what my classmates, teacher, and Layla were up to. As I went outside the room, I met Dolores roaming around in her untidy attire.

She wasn’t wearing much, just an undershirt and panties. One of the shoulder sleeves was shifted down to her arm, revealing her bountiful cleavage. Her plump white thighs were out in the cold air too, emitting a glowing warmth that attracted one’s attention.

I gulped at the sight, my gaze lingering longer than needed. Thankfully, she didn’t notice. Her eyes were still half-opened and drowsy as she rubbed them to get a clear look around.

“Good morning brother,” she said as she yawned.

“Good morning.”

Having gathered her bearings, she looked at me as if she wanted to ask something.

“Brother, are you ready for breakfast?” She asked mischievously.

I couldn’t help but frown at that question. She knew I disliked what was to come next. Her grin widening as she observed my reaction.

“Yes…” I answered despondently.

We both walked into the kitchen as Mara was preparing my pancakes. We greeted each other like usual, but Mara couldn’t hide her beaming smile. You could say this was the favourite time of their day, or perhaps their favourite time was simply when they fed me.

After the breakfast arrived, they both sat down, flanking my sides. Their breathing became strained as their cheeks flushed like ripe peaches.

There were only two spoons for them. I had nothing to eat with. Dolores was the one to take the lead. She spooned the pancake and took a bite. Then, she took another bit of the pancake, before holding it towards me.

“Here Isaac, say ahh~”

She hoisted her spoon in front. I could still see the slimy remains of her saliva covering the entirety of its surface.

“What’s wrong Isaac, say ahh~”

I had faced the same treatment many times, but I never got used to it. I took the bite and chewed it down. They both endearingly stared at me, their eyes never leaving my mouth.

“Oh, there’s some stuck there.” This time it was Mara who said it.

She pointed at a small bit of pancake remaining on my lip, but rather than removing it, she licked it off. I couldn’t help but recoil in surprise. I got my first kiss taken so easily.

“Mom!” even Dolores cried out, “I want to do it too!” What…

Before I knew it, Dolores planted her lips on mine. I kept my lips closed, as tight as a drum, but her tongue kept coating on top of my lips, trying to pry past my lips. I grabbed her face, trying to push her off my face.

What was going on, none of them had been so... so direct.

“Mm- mom, Dolores, we need to finish our meal first,” I quickly tried to find a distraction. I was unwilling to be molested by my family like this.

Mara crept her face closer to mine as Dolores didn’t stop her unrelenting attacks.

“It’s okay. I can just reheat the pancakes. Let’s enjoy our time together Isaac.”

I didn’t like the sound of her last words. She began attacking me too; her tongue flicked across my cheek as it left its slick trail. My composure began faltering. I began remembering, remembering my time in kindergarten.

But the traumatic feeling was getting conflicted as my arousal rose at the same time. It was a mix of repulsive and lustful desire that made me question my intentions. I didn’t want it, but my body sought it, and slowly my mind too.

Before I knew it, my tongue slithered out without my volition. It felt like it wasn’t in my control, like it was swaying away with my desire. Mara took the opportunity and shoved Dolores aside, getting into a steamy kiss without wasting any time.

Our tongues entangled and wrestled with each other as we exchanged our fluids. Dolores fitted in her tongue too. I was distraught about what was going on, but I couldn’t stop myself.

My mother and sister tried to shove in deeper, hoping to enter deeper confines of my mouth, but with their faces pushing against each other there just wasn’t enough space. They tried to one up each other as they aimed to take the biggest share of my tongue.

The chair I was sitting on fell with a bang from their ensuing weight, both their bodies piling on top of my time. The plates of pancakes fell too along with us, but none of us could bother about it.

Their kisses smothered me as I tried to catch gasps of air. Soon, their hands began groping my body, stroking it lecherously. It was as if they unleashed their surmounting desires that accumulated throughout these years.

My brain felt fried, my arms stiff and heavy. Yet I was receptive to their attacks. My hands began fondling them. My frayed senses couldn’t make out anything from head to toe. I simply began dwelling on pleasure and desire, not knowing where this tide would take me.

I didn’t know what happened next.

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I was in my bed once again, but it was nighttime already. Whether the things I went through actually happened or a passing nightmare was a question I didn’t want answered.

I was content with living in ignorance if that was the cost of my sanity. I struggled out of the confines of my bed, my body feeling more fatigued than usual. As I got out, I just blankly looked at my room.

Time passed, but I didn’t know what to do anymore. I didn’t want to see my family either, despite knowing that it might’ve all been my imagination. It was simply an inkling, but like my time in school, I couldn’t help but suspect that it actually happened.

But for me, my family was like my last standing fortress, they were my haven. If possible, I just wanted to forget everything that ever happened, so I could keep living on without any doubts.

Just what was my purpose in this world? What was the point of my life? I didn’t know. I had no goals, dreams or aspirations… nothing. I was simply existing without meaning.

Flashes of Layla went through my mind. I finally understood why I felt so attached to her. I was jealous; of her talents, of her life, how she had something to do, how she was blissfully unaware of monsters.

Though I had barely known about her, watching a normal person just going about living her life filled me with envy. I was just an aimless fish in comparison, trying to make its way through the deep, oceanic waters.

What had I done up to this point?

Then a sudden rattle broke me out of my thoughts. I looked around, noticing a pair of yellow eyes. It was the same pair of yellow glowing eyes I had seen during my childhood, peeking right through the window.

It was there, the first monster.

Without a moment of hesitation, I ran to my sister’s room. Why was it here now? I hadn’t seen her for years and yet she was here again to haunt me. I was too terrified to even look back.

My thumping feet creaked across the hallways as I slammed my sister’s door open. I was safe here, as long as I was with my sister...

or so I thought.

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