Andrew was struggling with what he had just witnessed between his mother and father.
His mother's body was seared into his brain, from her big breasts with inverted nipples to her toned stomach and slim waist, and then her thick thighs and big juicy ass that made waves when she was riding his father made him horny beyond anything he'd ever felt.
Then another passing thought swept through his mind.
Andrew knew that he'd been different since he was a child.
He understood things better than other people, but he chose to hide this side of him because of his mother.
She always taught him to be "morally good."
He honestly never saw the good in having morals; it felt like chains holding him down from being who he was truly meant to be.
But he did it for his mother and younger sister.
He wanted to be a good man.
An excellent brother and a caring son.
So, he fought against these instincts and did not pursue any action that would jeopardize his relationship with them.
Still, he never saw them as just his mother and sister.
He saw them as women more than anything else; just because he shared some blood with them didn't mean that he shouldn't be attracted to them.
It never made sense to him.
But society deemed it taboo and wrong, so again he pushed those feelings to the side.
He began to ignore those feelings and just focused on himself, school, and the gym.
When his sister left home to go and model, he was upset, yeah... but it was her dream, and he couldn't stop her.
Mom tried, but Dad overruled, and in the middle of the night, she was gone, leaving only a note saying she'll be back someday.
He followed her career, and she really was built to be a model.
She was tall and had long, sexy legs; toned, thick thighs; a nice ass with a slim waist; and big boobs.
Her face was the most stunning part; she looked just like Mom with nice, full lips, but she had a mole below her left eye that added a little something extra.
He always thought of her as his deep down, but he never voiced it out; these chains of morality again kept him in check.
When he thought about how she had been playing around with other guys, having sex with different models, getting naked, and letting her partners worship her body.
Andrew felt something new inside him that he couldn't control:
RAGE!
"I should be the only one making her feel that way, and yet, because of those chains, I let her go into the arms of other men. What a fool I have been... It should be me making her body melt!"
These chains held him back for many years.
He could've been the one taking his sister's first kiss.
He could've been the first one to experience the wetness between her legs.
He could have been the first one to fuck her and cum inside her pussy.
But, no, he had to hold himself back because of this 'morality'...
"Talk about knowing your priorities wrong!" Andrew thought angrily.
He hadn't realized it, but the chains had weakened because of this, and he started letting himself feel things without judgment.
"If Mom hadn't walked through that door then and there, I probably would've jumped in and taken Jessica."
But his mom interrupted him, and those chains came rushing back with a vengeance, locking him down more than ever.
However, when he remembered his mother's naked body moving rhythmically as she stared back at him knowing he was watching, and her desire increased, it shattered those chains.
"Fuck!" Andrew cursed out loud and began pacing back and forth across the length of his room, trying to calm his raging nerves.
His blood boiled, heart pumped, breathing quickened, and adrenaline coursed through every fiber of his being.
"How could she look at me like that! Like she enjoyed having me watch! What the fuck is she on!"
In all his 21 years, this was the first time Andrew had felt this much rage inside.
He had been trying to avoid letting himself indulge in anything sexual with his family because of these chains that had bound him for years.
The very same chains that his mother had reinforced throughout his whole life.
"The fact that she knew I was watching should've made her ashamed or uncomfortable at best, but no..." Andrew laughed angrily.
The fact that she made him think she enjoyed it made him so mad at himself, so he began pacing the room while his fists clenched and unclenched.
"Where did her morals go, huh! She kept saying, 'Don't be like those filthy men,' and yet..."
He then sat down on his bed, leaned forward, elbows resting on his thighs while he looked at his hands with wide eyes.
"My hands are free... So, why am I still holding myself back, then? Shouldn't I just stop giving a fuck and do whatever the hell I want?"
Andrew felt so confused now; he wanted to punch something, scream, and yell, but he remained silent with his mind racing at 100 miles per minute.
"This whole situation is bullshit! I just need to stop caring! Stop pretending! Stop worrying about what Mom might think! Just fucking stop!"
Then Andrew lay down on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
A small voice whispered in the back of his mind, telling him to follow his desires, his passions.
What is there to lose? He doesn't need anyone's approval except his own.
If he wants it, then he should take it.
Why should he hold back when his mother seemed like nothing she preached?
"I've held back for so long that I almost forgot why I did in the first place... Well, not anymore. I won't hold myself back anymore. I'm just done... I will let go of these chains, these worries, these...morals... Because what else do I have to lose?"
Andrew thought while a huge grin stretched across his face as he let go of those chains.
"I'll take back what's mine from the start and everything that I've wanted to have."
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