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 | + | 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. | ||
| - | *[[ | + | *[[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.
