Drew was always one to sleep in as late as possible. So, it was understandable as to why it was strange for him to wake up at a slightly earlier than reasonable time. However, that is not what attracted his attention and left him in a state of confused disbelief.
After he woke up, Drew found himself oddly invigorated and without any of his usual drowsiness. Initially confused by this, he turned his head to see that it was fairly early in the morning – about half-past-five. The next thing he noticed was the tingling in his arm.
It felt as though his arm was asleep, but given he was lying on his back, Drew found it odd why his arm would randomly be asleep. Turning his head, what he saw became the main cause of his confusion and disbelief.
There, lying on top of Drew and using his arm as a pillow was none other than his little sister Sara. Furthermore, not only was she in his bed for some reason, but she was snuggled up to him with her chest squished against his and her legs entwined with his. Then, upon closer inspection, he noticed something strange about the clothes she was wearing.
Drew remembered his sister going to bed last night in a pair of yellow, button-down pajamas. She was still wearing them now, but they looked distinctly different. Sara had a preference for larger, somewhat baggy clothes, and he remembered her pajamas were no different. But looking at her now, they seemed one or two sizes too small. The top left her midriff exposed due to being too short and visibly strained against her chest – looking like it would pop. Meanwhile, the bottoms were clearly tight and seemed unable to be worn properly; they were worn low on her hips and left part of her rear exposed.
Drew blinked in confusion. "Okay, seriously, what's going on? Since when does Sara sleep in my bed? WHY would she sleep in my bed? And when am I ever THIS awake after getting up in the morning?" He tried to move and slip his arm out from under Sara.
"Mmm…mmm," Sara moaned as she proceeded to unconsciously press herself closer to him.
Drew froze as Sara's sleeping body rubbed itself against him before effectively rolling on top of him. He now laid with half his body now under her. His eyes began to scan the room. "I've practiced lucid dreaming, so I know when I'm asleep and not, and this is definitely not a dream. Can someone please explain this to me!?"
Just then, Drew's phone alarm went off.
Drew's head snapped toward the device as he used his free arm to try and grab it. He did not know what was going on, but he did not want his sister waking up on top of him. Unfortunately, in his panicked swatting at his phone to try and grab it, he only managed to knock it off the dresser. He internally cursed but again froze as he felt Sara shifting on top of him.
Slowly, Sara sleepily rose while rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Letting out a yawn, she sat up and positioned herself to be straddling. "Morning…" She blinked away the bleariness and looked down at Drew as he lied frozen under her with a wide-eyed expression. "What's your problem?"
"Uuuhhh…"
"Let me guess," Sara frowned, "it's the alarm? Yeah, sorry. I reset it to wake me up on time."
"Hhhhh…"
"Thank's for letting me sleep in your room," Sara smiled down at him. She then proceeded to lean down on top of him.
Drew went quiet as he felt Sara's chest press against his and barely registered her kissing him on the cheek. By the time his mind began to process what was happening, she had already slid off him, turn off his phone's alarm, and left the room. "…What?"
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It was almost an hour as Drew tried to figure out what was going on. Eventually his utter confusion cooled to simply confused. This was compounded by his curiously active state. Normally, he would have simply slept on it but he was simply too awake to go back a sleep – a state that was completely foreign to him.
Rolling out of bed, Drew got ready for the day and went down stairs wearing a plane black T-shirt and worn-out jeans. He could smell breakfast and went toward the kitchen as usual. He opened his mouth to greet his mother but stopped mid-step at the sight before him.
Standing in the kitchen was Riley as expected. However, what left Drew with his jaw dropping was the fact that she seemed to be completely nude. Save for the hair-tie pulling her hair into a ponytail and a white apron, there was not one article of clothing to be seen. What could be seen was her bare, plump rear happily swaying from side-to-side as she finished preparing breakfast.
"Oh, there you are," Sara called from the dinner table upon noticing her brother. "I was worried I was going to have to get you."
Drew turned his head to inquire as to why their mother was naked, but again froze upon seeing her.
Sara usually wore baggy clothes. That had been established. She was conscious of the boys around her staring and wore clothes like that to try and downplay their behavior as much as possible. So, it came as a surprise to see her wearing a loose, blue tank top that left her midriff exposed and a matching miniskirt.
Tilting his head in confusion, Drew closed his mouth before inquiring, "Since when do you show so much skin? I didn't even know you had clothes like that."
Sara blushed as she defended, "I just felt like a change. What? Do I need my brother's approval for what I want to wear?"
"No," Drew quietly said as he questioned if he was being pranked. What other reason for there that the world stopped making sense.
"Now you two," Riley said as she turned around to put plates of food on the table. "Didn't I say yesterday that it's too early to argue? Drew, your sister is free to where what she wants. Sara, your brother was just asking a question. It is a sudden change."
Drew took his seat and absently began eating his hashbrowns. His eyes were currently locked on his mother as she fetched her own plat and took a seat. Her large breasts were practically spilling out of the loosely worn apron. Occasionally, his gaze would flicker to his sister as he silently pleaded why he was the only one who found this abnormal.
Eventually, Sara spoke up again – momentarily breaking Drew from his confusion. "So…um…"
Glancing at Sara, Drew noticed her slightly flushed cheeks and repeated attempts to glance at him before looking away.
"I can wear what I want, but…well…what do you think?"
Drew stared at Sara in confusion. First, she nags him about questioning her outfit change and now she wanted his opinion on it? However…as confused as he was, Drew could not deny he was enjoying the view. He was keenly aware that this was his sister and mother he was thinking about, but he found it difficult to care. He was not oblivious to how cute and developed his sister was or how sexy his mother could be. What was basically a feast for the eyes was before him and he just could not bring himself to not bask in it at least a little.
Thinking this, Drew eventually admitted, "Um…Well…You look good…"
Despite the hesitation in his voice, Sara seemed happy with Drew's reply as she smiled and resumed eating her breakfast with renewed vigor.
Receiving no word to clarify what was happening, Drew resumed eating his own breakfast.
Soon, Drew finished his food and decided it was best to get out of whatever this was quickly. He excused himself and moved to try and leave the house.
"Drew," Riley called after him – stopping him as he put on his shoes.
Turning around, Drew could not help but look his mother over as she approached him in nothing but an apron. "Y-Yeah," he asked as he struggled between confusion, rejection, and arousal.
Before he knew it, Riley had approached Drew and enveloped him in a tight embrace. Due to him standing on the landing, he was currently about a half a foot shorter than normal, and this placed his face in the perfect position to be smothered into her chest. His arms remained wide and stiff as he froze at the sudden embrace. He tried to pull back only for her hold on him to tighten and the hand on the back of his head to further press his face into her bosom.
It was several moments of inhaling Riley's flower-like fragrance before she loosened her hold and allowed him to remove himself from her chest. He took a deep breath after being freed, but she suddenly took this opportunity to lean down and press her lips to his.
It was a rare experience for Drew to have his brain short-circuit, but having his mother suddenly embrace him and then just as suddenly make out with him was certainly what would do it. His eyes could only widen as he felt her tongue slip into his mouth and begin exploring it.
Riley moaned as she thoroughly explored Drew's What felt like minutes passed before she pulled away – a trail of saliva still connecting them for a brief moment. "Have a good day at school," she said before walking off as if she had not just engaged in an intense make out session with her son.
Drew stood there. His arms still spread wide and jaw lowered. His eyes watched the happy sway of his mother's hips as she walked away. Unable to comprehend what was happening, he could only look down at his erect member pressing against his pants. Looking between it and where his mother walked off to, he managed to lower his arms until finally running a hand through his messy, brown hair in exasperation. "What the fuck is going on!?"
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Knowing he should probably feel violated or revolted but instead only finding arousal and acceptance, Drew decided to put away and figure out later. He adjusted himself to try and conceal his erection and fled the house. Unfortunately, the confusing events did not seem to be limited to his house.
Running into Isabel, Drew intended to rediscuss her bake sale and try to involve himself in it. However, he stopped upon seeing her. After his mother ravished his lips, he had started to build a tolerance toward the oddities of the day.
Isabel is what most would call a tomboy. Not an extreme one who shunned anything 'girly'. But just like Sara is expected to wear baggy clothes, there are certain things you do not expect her to be wearing. A button-down, long-sleeve blouse? Sure, nothing odd there. A skirt? That was something Drew had not seen since they were kids; dresses, but not skirts. So, approaching the bus stop because he was running behind and finding her in a black miniskirt was a bit of a shock to him. He then raised his gaze to find that her blouse was not terrible thick and the black bra worn underneath was almost completely visible.
When Isabel looked at Drew and saw his expression, she asked what was wrong. His only response was her outfit to which he received a similar response he had from Sara.
Brushing the matter aside, the bus soon arrived.
As incomprehensible as things seemed to him, Drew was always one to adapt quickly. Ordinarily, he would have simply brushed all of this off and ignored it. However, his oddly awake state, the fact that this all seemed focused on him, and how it was all such a drastic break from normality had made it hard to adjust. But now that he started to get used to the things around him, he began to observe, analyze, and try to figure it out.
Beginning with getting on the bus, Drew looked around and saw it was not just the people he knew. Even if he refused to be bothered learning random people's names, he still made it a point to identify 'normal' from 'abnormal' in his surroundings. So, when getting on the bus, he was able to identify that everyone seemed different. Even the people who seemed normal was not normal by their usual standards.
Drew asked Isabel if there was some school event today that he was not aware of but was refused. Instead, he was asked why he was the one acting weird. Him.
Drew brushed this off and took his seat. He figured if he was so oddly awake, he may as well spend the bus ride trying to figure out what was going on. However, his mind was then stalled as Isabel suddenly sat in his lap.
"Um, Izzy," Drew hesitantly asked with his hands raised.
"Yeah," Isabel asked – turning to him slightly as she side-saddled his lap and put her backpack in the open space beside him.
Drew opened his mouth but then closed it. He was going to ask why Isabel was sitting in his lap, but figured it was just going to get brushed off like every other strange thing today. Instead, he asked, "I know you think I'm acting weird, but…you're sure nothing's – I don't know – different today? Anything strange or out of the ordinary?"
Isabel tilted her head. "Not that I can think of. Everything seems normal," she added as she looked around. "Yeah. Same as every day."
Drew repeated. "Same as every day. Nothing different compared to yesterday. Nothing at all."
"Yeah," Isebel replied with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously, is everything okay?"
Drew settled into his usual lazy grin and half-lidded eyes as he replied, "Far as I can tell." He then watched as she slowly looked away and pulled something out of her backpack.
Watching Isabel get to work on whatever it was she was doing – likely the bake sale –, Drew internally mused that it really was like every other day. If you ignore the small amount of OOC he was experiencing, everything was happening as normal. His mom made breakfast and sometimes kisses him goodbye. He and Isabel sitting on the bus together while she works on something. Everyone being rowdy on the bus. Still, he mentally listed off what he was thinking.
1) Everyone is dressing and acting strangely but only I seem to notice the oddities. The attractive people are dressing extra provocatively and the not so attractive mysteriously look more attractive or at least fashionable.
2) Limited evidence shows the women in my life being oddly physical and/or affectionate toward me. Sara spontaneously climbing into bed, using me as a hug-pillow, and giving me a kiss on the cheek. EVERYTHING with Mom. Isabel deciding it's perfectly normal to sit on my lap on the bus.