Awakings:
Across town, Emma had also gone to bed. Her boyfriend had gotten frisky, and she let him have his way with her. When he'd finished cumming in her, she was left wanting, wanting to feel another mind-blowing orgasm shared with Matt. The sex with Tom had been good by usual standards. But not even close to what she had felt with Matt.
Emma knew she had to break it off with Tom, but Christmas didn't seem like the time to do it. She fell asleep thinking about Matt. Feeling sorry that she would have to hurt Tom, but knowing she had no other choice.
"I don't love Tom." She realized, and went to sleep at last, after pulling Tom's arms from her body as he slept, and then moving away to the far side of his bed.
***
Back at Julie's house, Matt and his dad had found a hockey game to watch on the basement TV. His dad insisted that he drink more shots of whiskey than Matt wanted. Because it was his dad, he did it, and the nanites in his body didn't like it. They worked hard to remove the alcohol, and the side effect was his nerves tingling all over his body as they began to eliminate the alcohol in his bloodstream.
The feeling was so similar to the feelings of being near Emma or his sister. All Matt knew was that when he was close to Julie, he wanted her, and wanted her badly. He wanted to feel her naked body against his bare skin. He wanted to fuck his big sister and cum inside her.
Eventually, the half-pint of whiskey was gone and most of the beer.
"Dad, I think I'm going to turn in."
"Good idea, son, since this game sucks, and we are out of booze."
Stephen was a bit drunk as he stood up and stretched, "Hope my dogs are okay."
"You got anybody looking after them?" Matt asked.
"Yeah, but I still worry about them when I'm gone."
"Maybe you ought to get a new wife?"
"No more wives, maybe a live-in girlfriend or two." He chuckled.
Matt left that subject alone and headed for the stairs. "Goodnight, dad."
"Night son," Stephen replied, and then looked like he was searching for something else to say.
"Was there something else?" Matt asked.
"No, not really, but I wanted to tell you how glad I am to see you got over your wounds."
Matt felt warmed; his dad was not one to show emotion if he could help it.
"Thanks, but I'm doing fine now."
"Stay out of the tanning bed. You look like a sissy boy. Next, you'll be getting manicures and mud packs."
Matt laughed, "Okay, Dad, I love you too!"
Stephen watched his son go up the stairs and headed for the bedroom. He was mad at himself for not telling his only son how much he loved him. It seemed that the words always got stuck in his throat at times like this.
Stephen pondered why he could tell his dogs how much he loved them but not his children. He got undressed and put it out of his mind again. He laid there on the sofa for a bit, staring up at the ceiling.
"I'm a driver of sled dogs...a musher, and not much of a father figure."
The whiskey helped him forget his failings as a father. And how he'd ruined it years ago to the point, he hated being around the family, especially Julie. He soon gave up trying to figure it out and fell asleep under a blanket without unfolding the bed inside the sofa.
On the floor above his dad, Matt stretched out his muscles like a big cat waking up from a nap. His muscles felt like coiled springs waiting to explode since he'd missed working out at the gym. But that wasn't the kind of explosion most on his mind. His sister was one floor up, and he wanted to give her a blast of a different kind. The voices inside his brain demanded it from him. Voices that he would answer in due time. "We are the chosen." Echoed around in his head as he closed his eyes.
***
In another apartment several miles away, Emma's older sister Jenny was moaning as her husband made love to her. Scott was four years older than her and loved sex just as much as she did. Scott was a tad under 6 feet tall with sandy colored hair. He was thin and wore glasses that made him look a bit nerdy. But then again, it fits, with him being a software developer.
Jenny shared similar looks with Emma and her mom. She was a bit taller and heavier than Emma but had beautiful curves. Recently she'd beached her hair blonde, and it hung down to the middle of her back, usually in a braided ponytail.
Scott loved to film Jenny. He loved to film them having sex in every way he could think of. Jenny went along with it because it turned her on, the way her husband liked to make movies of them fucking. Close up videos of her sucking his cock and swallowing his cum or anything else he thought of. He had a small video camera in one hand, filming his stiff cock up close as he pumped it in and out of Jenny's little-shaved pussy.
For the past year, their secret love life had been exciting, but lately, they were running out of new things to try. They had talked about trying something else, but it hadn't come to fruition yet. Scott had suggested a threesome, but Jen didn't know if she could do that with a strange woman.
One thing they had agreed on was an open marriage. The rules being that they wouldn't ask questions or discuss any flings outside of their marriage.
Jenny thought about all of this as Scott groaned loudly and came in her at last. She'd enjoyed the sex like always, but part of her was longing for something new to break the boredom. Now that they'd agreed to the open marriage. She'd find some good looking guy to play around with. Guys had always hit on her because of her good looks, and she knew it would be easy for her to find a part-time lover.
***
At precisely midnight, according to the digital clock, Matt's eyes snapped open. He stood up in just his boxer shorts and cocked his head, listening for sounds. The house seemed quiet. Matt could even hear the Grandfather clock in the living room. The swing of the pendulum as it moved back and forth.
His room was pitch dark, but he moved soundlessly to the door. As he passed the closet mirror, he saw his reflection in green hues. The eyes looking back at him had sparkles of golden light flashing in his dark irises. His nanites would not be denied any longer.
He shrugged and opened his door without a sound. Like a cat, he crossed the main room and went up the stairs. Not a sound was made as he glided up the staircase and stood at the bedroom door of his sister.
