Go to dinner

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I rush down the stairs to see if I can steal my brothers seat next to mom. Unfortunately however, when I get to the table my brother is already planted in his seat. I have no choice to sit in my owns seat across from both of them.  
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I rush down the stairs to see if I can steal my brothers seat next to mom. Unfortunately however, when I get to the table my brother is already planted in his seat. I have no choice but to sit in my own seat across from both of them.  
They laugh and giggle with each other at the table—I start to get a bit angry as I watch my brother flirt with mom. I ponder, “Is something going on with them? Does mom allow him to do things too? Has he done more than I have?”. “Hey hun, are you ok?”, my mom says. “I’m fine, just thinking”, I reply. “You haven’t touched your food, eat up!”, she says in a cute tone.  
They laugh and giggle with each other at the table—I start to get a bit angry as I watch my brother flirt with mom. I ponder, “Is something going on with them? Does mom allow him to do things too? Has he done more than I have?”. “Hey hun, are you ok?”, my mom says. “I’m fine, just thinking”, I reply. “You haven’t touched your food, eat up!”, she says in a cute tone.  
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I reluctantly eat my food as I stare intently at my mom and brother for the remainder of my meal.
I reluctantly eat my food as I stare intently at my mom and brother for the remainder of my meal.
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*[[Go to sleep]]
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*[[Try and go to sleep]]
*[[Talk to your mom when everyone leaves the table]]
*[[Talk to your mom when everyone leaves the table]]
[[Category: Cuckcest]]
[[Category: Cuckcest]]

Current revision as of 04:48, 18 December 2019

I rush down the stairs to see if I can steal my brothers seat next to mom. Unfortunately however, when I get to the table my brother is already planted in his seat. I have no choice but to sit in my own seat across from both of them.

They laugh and giggle with each other at the table—I start to get a bit angry as I watch my brother flirt with mom. I ponder, “Is something going on with them? Does mom allow him to do things too? Has he done more than I have?”. “Hey hun, are you ok?”, my mom says. “I’m fine, just thinking”, I reply. “You haven’t touched your food, eat up!”, she says in a cute tone.

I reluctantly eat my food as I stare intently at my mom and brother for the remainder of my meal.

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