I shot up in bed, gasping for air.
My heart was hammering against my ribs so hard I thought it would burst. Sweat glistened all over my face and body.
I looked around. Sunlight poured into my room through the window. It was already morning.
"Hah… haa… hah…" I flopped back onto the pillow, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
"It was just a nightmare," I muttered.
"There's no way Mom would ever do something like that." Relief washed over me. My family was safe. Mom was safe. It was nothing more than a sick dream.
"They're the most precious things to me. I won't let anyone touch them," I told myself, clenching my fist.
Then I pushed the sheets away to get up… and froze.
"Fuck." My boxers and thighs were soaked, thick, sticky ropes of cum already cooling against my skin. I had actually orgasmed in my sleep from that disgusting scene.
My face burned with shame. I stood up and crept to the door. Cracked it open just enough to peek out. The hallway was empty. Good. The last thing I needed was Lily seeing me like this and thinking her big brother pissed the bed.
I bolted to the bathroom, locked the door, and scrubbed everything clean in the sink, boxers, thighs, everything. The whole time my mind kept replaying Mom's moans and Mike's smirk.
After that I went back to my room and changed into my school uniform.
I grabbed my bag and went downstairs. Mom had already finished making breakfast.
She was wearing skin-tight black yoga pants that hugged her wide hips and that big, juicy ass perfectly, every step making it sway a little. On top she had a long-sleeved workout shirt, pulled tight around her tiny waist and those huge breasts. The fabric hid her skin completely, but couldn't hide her curves at all.
Seeing Mom's warm, gentle smile again made that disgusting nightmare flash in my head for a second.
But the way she looked at me right now, so soft and caring, only made my resolve stronger. I won't let anyone hurt this family. Not Mike, not anyone.
She walked over with two plates, leaned down, and kissed my forehead softly before sitting across from me.
"Alex, are you sure you want to go to school today?" Mom asked, taking a small bite.
"I'm good, Mom… I can't stay home forever. Exams are next month," I said, trying to sound normal.
"I'm just worried about you, sweetie. You can rest a few more days. I'll talk to your teachers." She gave me that gentle, worried look. "You still haven't told me who did that to you…"
"No, Mom, I'm going today. Really. Relax." I quickly changed the subject before she could push.
"By the way, what's with the yoga clothes? Planning to work out?"
"Oh, this?" She smiled and pinched her tiny waist like she was showing me fat. There wasn't any.
"Yeah, I'm gonna exercise at home today. I feel like I'm getting a little chubby, don't you think?"
"No way, Mom! You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," I blurted out before my brain caught up.
Mom's eyes widened for a second, then she gave me a playful, teasing smile.
"Oh? Even more beautiful than Rose…?" She leaned forward a little, chin resting on her hand, waiting for my answer with that soft, knowing smile.
I felt my face burn. I just stared down at my plate and shoveled food into my mouth to avoid answering.
While chewing, I glanced around. No Lily anywhere.
"Mom, where's Lily? Isn't she late for school?" I asked, swallowing the last bite.
Mom picked up the empty plates. "Lily isn't feeling well today," she said softly and carried everything to the kitchen.
'Not feeling well? Did I go too far in the bath yesterday…?' I grabbed my bag, said a quick goodbye, and headed out.
***
I reached school and dropped into my seat. Rose's desk was empty, again.
Whack!
A hand suddenly slapped my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to startle me.
"Yo, Alex! How's the hand holding up?" I turned. It was Shawn, my classmate, same height as me, messy brown hair that never stayed down, the usual goofy grin on his face. Typical Shawn, nothing special, just a regular guy who's a little bit pervert and likes dirty jokes.
He slid into the seat next to me.
"Hey… it's, uh, getting better," I said, glancing at my knuckles.
"Bet it was rough," he smirked. "So how did you even jerk off these days?"
"Ha ha, real funny," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
We chatted a bit until the bell rang.
"Hey, Shawn, have you seen Rose anywhere?" Right as Shawn stood up, I grabbed his sleeve.
"Rose? Nah, man. Been like a week or two since she showed up. She's your girlfriend, shouldn't you know?" He shrugged, then walked back to his own desk.