A guy orchestrates a break-in to fuck his mom and sister

Heading down for dinner, I asked my mom and sister if they wanted to have a movie night on Friday, just the three of us, to kick off the holidays.

“That’s a great idea, sweetie,” Mom said, smiling at me.

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“Yeah, sounds fun,” Rheta agreed. “What sort of movie though, I don’t want to be watching some Hallmark cheese fest.”

“I agree,” I said. “I was thinking more along the lines of like The Santa Clause movies; still cheesy but a different type of cheese.”

“Just the first two, the third one is terrible,” Mom said in a very momish voice. “I love me some Martin Short, but that movie is beyond saving even by him.”

We both laughed our agreement at that. “Great!” I said. “Movies, pizza and a date with my two favourite ladies; the holidays are going to be great if they’re starting off with this good a bang!” I couldn’t resist the pun that would go over their heads now, but (hopefully) we’d all laugh about this later. Although, they seemed to be absorbed by the fact that I called them ‘my favourite ladies.’

“Ok, nope, change of plans, I’m out. No way am I spending the first night of the holidays on a ‘date’ with my brother,” Rheta mockingly said.

“Oh, but honey, he called us his favourite ladies,” Mom defended in a voice that was clearly meant to be both a rebuttal against Rhe’s claim, while also taking the piss out of me. But I swear I saw a redness to my sister’s cheeks as Mom reiterated this point. “Henry’s clearly excited; take pity on your brother, he doesn’t get many dates. And besides, I think it’s sweet that he wants to call the time he spends with us dates. But if you don’t want to do it for him, do it for me; I haven’t had a date in ages, and to say I went out with two young hotties is really something my ego needs right now.”

“Eww, Mom, that’s gross!” Rheta said.

“You think I’m hot?” I asked at the same time as Rheta’s complaint.

Mom just reached out and grabbed my hand. “You’re very handsome Henry; truthfully I’m not sure why you don’t have more dates. Your looks, intelligence, humour and maturity should have the girls flocking to you.” The look in her eyes as she told me this made me positive that she was including herself in that statement.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said after a moment, unsure of what I was supposed to say to that, before settling with gratitude.

“Ok, that’s just wrong,” Rheta said, ruining the moment. “You two shouldn’t be making goo-goo eyes at each other like that; you’re related for crying out loud!”

Looking to my sister, I felt emboldened by the fact that I knew she lusted after me just as much as she claimed to be disgusted by seeing Mom and me be intimate for a moment. “Loving someone and telling them that they have everything to make others love them isn’t wrong, it’s an expression of that love. And we weren’t making goo-goo eyes, we were simply allowing the love we have for one another to simply continue the conversation non-verbally. Here, let me show you,” I said as I leveled Rheta with a gaze full of my wanting and love for her.

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