[Not really R18, but this chapter's slightly horny]
I slowly wake up, opening my eyes to see… nothing. Complete and utter darkness. I blink a few times, then again, harder, like somehow that'll magically turn on the lights. Why can't I see anything?
I'm surrounded by softness, not the familiar texture of my pillow or mattress, but something else entirely. Something warm and yielding that seems to envelope me from multiple directions. The air around me is thick with warmth, almost uncomfortably so, like I'm wrapped in a heated blanket that's been turned up too high.
As consciousness gradually returns, I start piecing together what happened. Oh yeah, I fell asleep when I was... helping my sisters with homework.
I inhale deeply, trying to get some oxygen to my brain so I can figure out why I'm basically blind. The breath brings with it an overwhelming scent of strawberry, not the artificial kind from cheap shampoo, but something richer, sweeter, more complex. It's intoxicating in a way that makes me want to keep breathing it in forever.
Behind me, I can hear the gentle sound of breathing: slow, rhythmic, peaceful. There's a slight weight around my midsection, and I can feel a warm breath against the back of my neck, each exhale sending a small shiver down my spine.
And then, as my brain slowly boots up like a computer from the 90s, I start making sense of my current predicament.
The darkness isn't because something's wrong with my eyes. It's because my face is currently pressed into something impossibly soft.
My head is resting between Selene's breasts: her bountiful, incredibly soft, elastic breasts that are currently acting as the world's most inappropriately comfortable pillows.
Oh. Oh no.
The fabric of her pajama top is thin, and through it I can feel warmth and the gentle rise and fall of her breathing. Each breath she takes causes the soft flesh on either side of my face to shift slightly, cushioning my head in a way that feels absolutely heavenly. I can feel my cheek pressed against her, can feel the incredible softness yielding around the pressure of my face.
I can hear and feel Bianca behind me now that I'm aware of what's happening. She's wrapped her arms around my abs, her grip loose but secure, like I'm a teddy bear she's claimed for the night. Her own chest is pressed firmly against my lower back, I can feel the soft pressure of it through both our shirts. Her head rests on my upper back, and I can hear her breathing against me, slow and steady. She's quietly murmuring something in her sleep, something that sounds vaguely like "...no, those are my fries..."
I become aware of my hand. I can feel something in it, something round and firm and warm. The texture is different from the pajama fabric against my face; there's more resistance, more structure beneath the thin material.
Wondering what I'm holding, and without thinking too much about what I'm doing, I give it a gentle squeeze.
Wow, this is really nice.
Whatever I'm holding is bouncy, pushing back against my palm with this perfect elasticity. It's warm and soft and firm all at once, like I'm squeezing a heated sofa cushion. As I squeeze, I can feel it compress slightly under my fingers, the flesh yielding to the pressure before pushing back.
It feels amazing in my hand, the perfect combination of soft and springy, with just enough give that I want to squeeze it again.
Then, with dawning horror that feels like ice water being dumped over my head, I realize what I'm gripping.
My hand is directly on Selene's ass. I'm literally groping my sister's butt with wild abandon.
The realization comes with a rush of additional sensory information: the exact shape of what I'm holding, the way the fabric of her pajama pants is thin enough that I can feel the warmth of her skin through it, the way her flesh compresses and bounces back under my grip.
I fling my hand away as if I just discovered it was resting on hot coals.
What the hell am I doing? Did I just... was I seriously groping my sister without permission?
My internal crisis is interrupted by a small voice from above me, vibrating through her chest against my face.
"Uh… Adam?"
I can legitimately feel my soul trying to escape from my body through sheer force of mortification. She was awake. She was awake for that. She felt me grab her ass, felt me squeezing it like I was testing a stress ball. Kill me. Kill me now.
Unfortunately, it seems like my body is intent on betraying me today. I realize with growing horror that I'm starting to get hard.
No. No, no, no. Not now. This is literally the worst possible time.
But my body doesn't care about my desperate internal pleading. I'm trapped between both of my sisters' bodies, my face pressed into Selene's softness, drowning in her scent. I can feel every point of contact: Selene's warmth against my front, Bianca's curves pressed against my back, the lingering phantom sensation of Selene's ass still imprinted on my palm like a brand. My teenage brain is melting from the sheer amount of stimulation, and biology is taking over despite my absolute horror at the situation.
I can feel the change happening, feel my erection growing and pressing outward against the fabric of my sweatpants. And because the universe hates me, because there is no goodness in this world and we're all just suffering for no reason, my erection pokes directly into Selene's stomach.
She freezes. Her breathing stops, and her entire body goes rigid.
The silence that follows is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I can hear my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, can hear Selene's breathing restart in short, shallow gasps.
Selene slowly scoots backward, and I feel the loss of her warmth immediately. The strawberry scent fades as she pulls away, replaced by cooler air against my face. She releases me from my soft prison, and I can finally see again, blinking in the dim early morning light filtering through her curtains.
She's looking down at me with those beautiful pink eyes, and I can see the blush coloring her cheeks, a soft rose color that spreads across her porcelain skin. In the gentle light, she looks ethereal and impossibly beautiful.
"I'm so sorry." The words tumble out of me in a rush. "Selene, I swear I didn't—I didn't realize—"
"It's okay," she says quickly, her voice soft and higher-pitched than normal. She looks away, and I watch her fingers fidget with the hem of her pajama top. "It's... you were sleeping. I know you didn't mean to."
"I—I shouldn't have—"
"Adam." She glances down at the very obvious situation happening below my waist, and I watch her eyes widen slightly before she immediately looks away again, her blush deepening to a darker shade of pink. "It's... I mean... you're a guy. That's just... that happens, right?"
The way she says it, like she's trying to convince herself as much as me, makes my stomach twist with guilt. Her voice is uncertain, with none of her usual bubbly confidence.
She gives me a small, awkward smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. "It's fine. Really. Just... let's just go back to sleep, okay?"
Then, while maintaining a small but noticeable distance between us, she slowly closes her eyes. The strawberry scent is still there, but fainter now, diluted by the space between us.
I can feel the cool air in the gap where her warmth used to be.
Behind me, Bianca's still holding on, her arms wrapped around my midsection, her breathing still slow and even against my back.
I lie awake for what feels like an eternity, mentally flagellating myself over what just happened. I'll be devastated if Selene hates me now. The thought keeps circling my brain like a vulture. Sure, it was an accident, but still. I violated her personal space in a really uncomfortable way. What if this makes everything weird between us forever?
As I'm busy imagining that catastrophic scenario, exhaustion eventually wins out, and I slowly fall back asleep to the sound of Bianca's breathing and the fading scent of strawberries.
When I wake up again, Bianca's still holding me from behind like I'm her personal teddy bear, and I can see Selene in front of me, breathing slowly in her sleep. The early morning light filters through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. I can hear birds chirping outside, the distant sound of a car passing by.
I can't fall back asleep, though. I'm fully awake now, my mind already racing with thoughts about what happened earlier. Plus, I just don't really want to stay still anymore. The restlessness is crawling under my skin like ants.
I gently extricate myself from Bianca's arms, feeling her grip loosen as I carefully lift one arm, then the other. She mumbles something unintelligible (it sounds like "...fucking calculus..."), and rolls over, clutching a pillow instead. Crisis averted.
I take a moment to assess my physical condition. I'm definitely in much better shape than yesterday, the bruises don't scream quite as loudly when I move. I still hurt when I try to turn my torso or stand straight up, but walking feels manageable. I'll be hunched over and moving like an elderly man, but as long as I take it really easy, walking is actually pain-free.
I check the time on my phone. 8:00 AM.
I head to my room and change into my usual outdoor outfit: hoodie and jeans. I really want to take a walk to clear my head. Get some fresh air. Think about literally anything other than the awkward morning groping incident.
Ding! Quest log updated.
It's the beginning of May, and it's still pretty chilly in the mornings. As I walk through the neighborhood, I let my mind wander, trying to make sense of what happened earlier.
The thing is, the whole situation doesn't really add up.
Yes, I brazenly groped my older sister. That happened. I'm not proud of it, but it happened. But my sisters are usually super comfortable with physical contact. They treat me like a human plushie. They love sticking to me, frequently pulling me into hugs, laying on me, using me as furniture. We're that kind of family.
So me accidentally squeezing Selene's butt? I feel like she'd normally laugh that off, or not even mention it. She'd probably make some joke about it and move on. It wouldn't be this big awkward thing.
So was it the whole accidentally-poking-her-with-my-erection thing?
But that doesn't make sense either. While it might be weird or strange for other siblings, we're usually pretty casual about stuff like that. We're always just existing in close proximity, so stuff like that happens. And I mean, just a month ago, when we were having our movie night, Selene felt my hard-on and legitimately gave me a playful squeeze!
So really, I'm just… confused.
Why did she get so awkward and move away from me? What changed?
I continue thinking about this as I walk through the quiet morning streets, but I get no closer to an answer.
I have theories, sure. But honestly, the easiest and most direct way to solve this riddle is to ask her about it later.
After walking for an hour, letting the cool morning air clear some of the anxiety from my brain, I finally get what I've been waiting for.
Ding! You've completed the quest: Go for a Walk
Rewards:
1 Evolution Points
Whew. That's another easy evolution point in the bag. Nice.
When I get home, I realize that my family is still asleep. They usually enjoy sleeping in on the weekends, and honestly, I can't blame them. To be fair, I do too, I probably would have laid in bed for longer if I didn't have an existential crisis on my mind. But also, I just need less sleep now with my Advanced Sleeper perk. It's actually kind of nice, having those extra hours in the day.
Not having anything else to do, I head to my room and boot up my computer. Might as well make some progress on my side project while I wait for everyone to wake up. The AI stock trading program isn't going to code itself!
Ding!Quest log updated.
I lose myself in the code, the familiar rhythm of problem-solving helping to push the morning's awkwardness to the back of my mind. After about two hours of solid work, during which I make some decent progress on the autonomous trading functions, the system rewards me.
Ding! You've completed the quest: Work on Your Side Project
Rewards:
2 Evolution Points
This whole "thinking about what I want to do before doing it" strategy is honestly too overpowered.
At this point, I can hear sounds from downstairs. Mom's awake.
I head downstairs and find Mom in the kitchen, already working on something that smells amazing.
"Morning, Mom!" I say as I approach.
She turns and smiles at me, that warm maternal smile that makes you feel like everything's going to be okay. "Good morning, sweetie!" She gestures to the waffle batter she's mixing. "I'm making waffles. Want some?"
Waffles. My mouth waters at the thought, but I force myself to stay strong. "I'm good, thanks. Gotta stay disciplined if I want to keep making progress." I do a little joking flex, being careful not to aggravate my bruises. "Can't build muscle eating waffles, right?"
Mom laughs, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. But the offer stands anytime you want it." She pauses, then adds with a sincere smile, "You know, I think you look wonderful just the way you are."
Moms are legally required to say that. It's in the contract.
"Thanks, Mom." I grab eggs from the fridge. "I'm just gonna make an omelette."
"Mushroom and spinach again?" she asks knowingly.
"Hey, if it works, it works."
She chuckles. "One of these days I'm going to teach you how to cook something that isn't eggs."
We work in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The kitchen fills with the smell of waffles and the sizzle of my omelette. It's peaceful. Normal. Exactly what I need after this morning's disaster.
Once everything's ready, Mom calls out, "Girls! Breakfast is ready! Come on down!"
I hear the telltale sounds of my sisters stirring upstairs: footsteps, a door opening, muffled voices.
But when they come down the stairs, my heart drops.
Bianca's scratching her belly as she descends, raising her oversized band tee in the process. And I can see that she's… wearing shorts. Black athletic shorts that come down to mid-thigh.
Bianca. Wearing shorts. In the house.
Bianca, who has declared pants to be her "sworn enemy at home." Bianca, who normally rocks just an oversized shirt and panties around the house because, in her words, "Pants are a prison, and I refuse to be incarcerated in my own home."
And then there's Selene, walking behind her in her white strawberry-patterned pajamas. Except something's different. The way her chest looks, the way it moves as she walks down the stairs…
She's wearing a bra.
Selene. Wearing a bra. At home.
Selene, who treats bras like medieval torture devices and removes them the second she walks through the front door.
Oh no.
Are they… uncomfortable around me?