Hello everyone, and thank you for checking out my first-ever story.
Many thanks to RexBrookdale for helping me out with the editing of this first chapter.
I hope you enjoy it.
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It was another ordinary Monday morning as nineteen-year-old Matthew Caldwell yawned and stretched his arms above his head.
"Time to grab a nice warm shower to wake myself up a little bit better," said Matthew to himself while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
As he stumbled half asleep out of his room toward the bathroom he could already hear the sound of falling water coming from inside.
"Great." He sighed as he walked to the bathroom door, preparing to knock a few times on it.
"Steph, could you hurry up, you know that I have classes early today and I can't be late."
After the shower turned off he heard her say, "Give me a few minutes Matt, I need to dry myself and then the shower will be all yours."
"Okay, then give a shout when you are done, I will be in my room." Matthew turned around and walked back to his room to prepare his backpack and grab the books he needed for his classes.
Matthew was a first-year med student at the local university; medicine was a passion that he'd got 'infected' with by his mother, Judith. He always thought it would be great to become someone who could help others by tending to their diseases and injuries. Another reason that fueled his passion happened just after his father had passed away, eight years ago. He had died a few months after being diagnosed with a rare, aggressive form of brain cancer. The image of his once-strong and happy father as he withered away in a few months, was always stuck inside of his mind. He swore to become a doctor, to one-day battle these horrible diseases in the hope of finding a cure.
"Matt. You can take the shower now, I'm done."
"Finally," said Matthew to himself as he walked back across the hall toward the bathroom.
Out of the bathroom came a feisty-looking redhead, wearing nothing but a matching set of white lace panties and bra.
"Hey there my lovely grumpy little brother," spoke the redhead, as she wrapped her hair into a small ponytail. "Now don't give me that annoying look, you know that a beautiful girl like me needs to have a quality shower time for herself."
"Yeah sure, I'd rather have you to take your quality shower time after I've had mine; you still have an hour before you have to go to your work anyway," he responded.
"Oh come on, Matt, I'm done now so don't get all pissed off at me."As she walked past she ruffled her hand through his short, dark hair, and gave him a playful little bump against the side of his leg with her butt. "Love you little brother," she said as she walked into her room.
Matthew could not help but to smile at her, even though she could be annoying sometimes.
The feisty redhead in question was Stephanie Caldwell, Matthew's twenty-two-year-old sister. Stephanie or 'Steph' as he and his Mom called her, was the spitting image of their mother Judith. His mother was more classy and professional housewife material, while Stephanie was more of a 'don't mess with me girl' while keeping a cute image. She was a little fixated on her body, as she worked as a model for different magazines and clothing companies. She had a few tattoos, including an amazing one honoring her father, and a pierced right eyebrow. She painted her nails black which went alone with her chic image. Matthew also knew that she had small barbell piercings through both nipples. She stood out from the crowd, not only because of the red hair, but also because she had a nice, curvy, fit figure with what he guessed might be thirty-four DD breasts, that stood firm on her chest; and a great looking ass to boot. She always took good care of herself by doing yoga and working out together with her mother.
So how did Matthew know all these facts about his sister? It's simple: they shared a great bond together, especially after their father died. His passing had affected Stephanie hard.
Matthew looked up to his big sister. She was a tough woman, not afraid to stand up for herself; something he lacked. Matthew was shy and quiet around others, apart from his family and the few friends he had. Because of this his sister looked out for him in their younger years. He called her his guardian angel, which made her blush whenever he reminded her.
He heard her humming a song, as he made his way to his morning shower.
Matthew glanced at his right leg as the water rained down on his light muscled body. There on the upper thigh, was a huge scar that he had received from an accident with his bicycle as a child. The scar was another reason why Matthew was shy, even more so around girls. He thought they would find it weird and disgusting-looking.
"Well, time to get some breakfast," mumbled Matthew as he turned off the shower.
After grabbing his backpack from his room he made his way down the stairs toward the kitchen. The smell of pancakes wafted toward him, and he saw another figure with a long red ponytail standing behind the kitchen counter.
"Good morning Mom," he said as he walked toward a chair on the other side of the counter.
Judith Caldwell turned around and gave her son a smile and a wink over her glasses; she was on the phone. "Look Martin I don't care that the board came up with a sudden meeting, at least give me the courtesy to let me make my children a decent breakfast. You do know that this was supposed to be my day off after working overtime and busting my ass over the last month." Judith looked up at Matthew again, rolled her eyes and let out a sigh.
Matthew giggled at the cute face his mother made.
"Okay, I will be there in about 45 minutes; also, let them know that I won't be attending longer than a few hours, I want to spend the rest of the day with my kids at home."
Without even saying goodbye she ended the call and threw her phone back into her bag. "Sorry honey, they always know how to get under my skin, even after telling them that I had planned a free day."
"Something urgent?" asked Matthew, taking a bite out of his pancake.
"Yes, there have been reports of a new, rapidly spreading virus across the city for the last few days, so of course they plan a meeting exactly on my day off."
"Well I only have classes in the morning, so as soon you are done I will be here at home. Maybe we can do something together and relax."
Judith's face turned into a smile. "I will look forward to it sweetie, I'm in dire need of a good workout, and it's supposed to be sunny today."
"Deal," mumbled Matthew as he gobbled down another pancake.
Judith hadn't always been this cold or strict toward her colleagues, or more in general toward the outside world; nowadays, though, the only place she felt calm and good at was being home or while doing activities with her children. They had become even closer as a family, after her depression and the loss of her husband and father of her children. She had sunk into depression after the loss eight years ago, blaming herself and others for not being able to save her husband from his terrible fate. As a doctor, she took the whole thing even harder. She managed to crawl back out of that dark place thanks to both of her children; she always felt safe and secure when they were around her, and loved both of them with her whole heart.
Finding another man to be with was something she always rejected, despite Matthew and Stephanie's encouragement to start dating again three years after he had died. To her, nobody could replace him and the love she had for him.
"Earth to Mom, are you still with us?" said Matthew with a grin, as he watched her stare out the window.
"Oh, sorry honey, I was deep in my thoughts." She gave him another one of her warm smiles. "Well I got to go Matt, before they feel the sudden urge to call me again." She walked past him toward the hall, but not before planting a sweet kiss on his cheek, "Love you sweetie, I look forward to when I get back."
"Love you too Mom, see you later." Matthew could smell his mother's sweet perfume as she kissed and walked past him.
For a forty-two-year-old mother of two Judith still looked beautiful, Matthew's friends at school often called her a MILF, pissing him off in the process.
