All characters are at least 18 years old. This is a non-canonical story related to the Family Morsel series.
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Cherry
I awoke nestled against Drew's chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. He was shirtless with an arm around me, and I filled my lungs with his scent. All my turbulent feelings weren't helped by the fact that he smelled amazing. Had boys always smelled this good?
Then I came to my senses. Had to get out of here, because I had absolutely no intention of having a morning-after conversation with him. He'd pulled my clothes back on, and I carefully maneuvered myself out of his embrace. When I gingerly lifted the blanket to slip out of bed, I caught sight of his morning wood and froze. It was just standing there, throbbing every so often, and looking delectable.
Maybe just one lick.
What?! No! I had to get out before he woke up. I was just reaching for his doorknob before rethinking it and instead cutting through the bathroom to get to my bedroom. Wouldn't do for our parents to see me do a walk of shame from his room, no matter how short.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief when I closed the bathroom door, my great escape successful. If he had wanted morning sex -- well, not sex, but some sort of messing around -- I would be trapped on his bed with a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. Thoughts of sex with Drew brought me back to that thought of his morning wood beckoning me toward it, the image flickering in the back of my mind like a projector slide. Did I want to have sex with him? The answer seemed to drift more toward the affirmative with each passing day. But then how would I even take that monster inside me? With our size difference, it'd split me in half. The pure brutality of it had me soaking through my leggings.
Focus. Still had to get ready for school.
After getting ready, I headed out to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. Drew's mom joined shortly after, looking stellar in just a classic white button-down and black pencil skirt. I should be so lucky to still look that good at her age.
"Good morning, Cherry," she said cheerfully, beginning to assist me.
"Good morning, Coco," I replied. Over the course of the week, she'd insisted I dropped the whole "Ms. Hammond" thing, which took some getting used to. Same thing with Drew and my dad.
"Sleep well?" she inquired, popping sliced bread into the toaster before pouring some orange juice. Juice, huh?
Yeah, I made your son drink my juices last night.
"Yeah, just fine," I forced out, blinking hard at the bacon and eggs. These were fresh panties, I couldn't be soiling them this early in the morning.
Coco stood at the counter next to me and watched me cook, looking contemplative. "Is everything okay, Cherish? Sorry. Cherry. Sometimes I still forget."
"Yeah sure why do you ask," I stammered. Wow, Cherry, very believable.
"You seemed troubled last night when we were discussing college," she continued. "Especially on the point that you and Drew wouldn't be anywhere near each other. I had..." She chuckled a bit. "I'd thought you two couldn't wait to go your separate ways. Has that changed? Have you grown closer?" When I didn't answer, letting the bacon spit in protest as it began to overcook, she leaned a bit closer. "Have you developed feelings for my Drew?"
"What no that guy absolutely not," I blurted. I swear I used to be better at lying. "That would be weird right so weird 'cause if you and dad work out then we'd be stepsiblings y'know?" I dared to make half a second of eye contact with her, and the gentle smile she gave me said I wasn't fooling anybody. She took the pan from me and began plating the dry scrambled eggs and ultra crispy bacon I'd neglected.
"Not so weird," she said kindly. "I know there's some taboo toward stepsiblings, but if I'm being honest, I'd think the weirdness would only stem from growing up together. You and Drew are a different breed of stepsiblings."
Oh God, she said 'breed.' Suddenly Drew was pumping my womb full of his delicious cum until I was round and full of his babies. I licked my lips, and luckily Coco didn't seem to know what to make of it, likely attributing it to my shyness.
Cherry, babies?!
Are you fucking serious?! Blame the cavewoman DNA. Why couldn't I just wanna have some fun, meaningless, high school sex like the rest of my friends? I was turning into some kind of pervert. I looked at my dry eggs and was slammed with yet another metaphor, and I almost groaned. I was eighteen. It wasn't like I was pushing forty with no prospects of a sperm donor in sight. Why was Drew making me so weird?!
"Good morning, honey," dad said as he came in, giving Coco a kiss on the cheek, then turning to me to do the same. "Good morning, princess." We replied in kind, and were just sitting down when Drew came out and joined us, greeting everybody. He glanced at me before proceeding to avoid eye contact, which suited me just fine. I was already having a hell of a morning. "Good lord, princess, I'm sorry, but why are your eggs so dry today?"
Oh my God, my day could actually get worse. I felt the blush go straight to my head, and luckily Coco jumped in. Though, as it turned out, it wasn't for my benefit. "You can't just go around telling a girl her eggs are dry, Leon," she admonished, frowning disapprovingly. Probably sensitive about her age and... Oh jeez, were they planning to have a kid together? I wasn't ready to entertain that thought, so I immediately shut it down.
Aghast, dad immediately went into damage control. "No, no, that's not what I meant! Your eggs are still nice and y-- Uh, well, I mean--"
"Please tell me you're not about to discuss my mom's ova in front of me," Drew muttered. "At breakfast, no less. I just woke up, it's too early for this."
Dad sputtered, at a total loss of how to recover the situation, until the three of us burst into laughter. He scratched his head sheepishly, and I was glad that the attention had finally been diverted away from me. Just in the first hour of being awake, everything had been such chaos, and--
And Drew winked at me and began gulping down juice, his throat pulsing with each mouthful he swallowed, loud and exaggerated and suggestive and fucking sexy--
"Cherish, your nose is bleeding," Coco gasped.
I looked down at the two drops of crimson on the table. Oh wonderful, now he had my blood pressure spiking. I cupped a hand under my chin while pinching my nose with the other and excused myself, beating a hasty retreat to the bathroom to regroup properly.
"Like a fucking anime," I muttered to myself as I cleaned up. Luckily the bleeding had stopped quickly.
"What's like anime?" Drew asked from the door.
Scowling, I trotted over and beat a fist on his chest. "You're an asshole. Don't do that again," I growled.
"Do what? I'm not allowed to have some OJ now?" His feigned innocence, paired with the fact that he already knew what I was talking about, made me seethe more.
"Not the morning after you... you..." I trailed off, feeling myself blush again.
"Yeah, but you liked it," Drew replied with an annoying smirk. His smugness was off the charts.
"You want me to start talking about your mom's eggs--"
"Alright, truce, truce, truce," he chuckled, waving his hands in front of him to disperse the unsavory thoughts. "Now, you ready to head back out? We're gonna be late."
I walked over to him, tiptoeing and grabbing his collar to pull him down into a forceful kiss. It caught him by surprise, and I ended it before he had time to recover. Sneering, I muttered, "Piss drinker," before walking out past him.
"It's not piss, it's squirt juice!" he protested, sounding genuinely indignant.
"Whatever you have to tell yourself," I called back with a grin. With any luck, it would bother him all day.
