The next morning, Shawn woke up before the others. His mother was still asleep beside him, her head resting on his chest. Their naked bodies were tangled together under the sheets, and he could feel the morning hardness pressing against her thigh.
He watched her sleep for a few minutes, enjoying the peaceful expression on her face. He then carefully slipped out of bed and put on his boxers before leaving the room without waking anyone.
"God, what a night." Shawn stretched his arms over his head, feeling a satisfying pop in his joints. "I really did it. I fucked my own mother in her bed while Dad was sleeping right beside us."
The realization hit him with full force, and a wide grin spread across his face. He felt like a king who had conquered the impossible. The thrill of it all was intoxicating, and he couldn't help but feel proud of himself for pulling off such a daring feat.
Yet, there was also a part of him that felt guilty about what he had done. He had betrayed his father's trust in the worst way possible. But the guilt was quickly overshadowed when he thought about how much he loved his mother and would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
Shawn shook his head to clear his thoughts and decided to take a shower to freshen up. "I can't keep thinking about this. Otherwise, I'll go insane. The matters of the bed should stay in the bed. Once I'm out, I'm out. This will be the rule from now on."
Just as he was about to enter his room, Angela stepped out of hers. She was wearing a tight-fitting sports bra and a tiny pair of shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and headphones were draped around her neck.
"Oh, hey, sis. Going for a morning run?" Shawn greeted her, unable to stop himself from checking out her figure. His sister's body was something else. Her long legs were toned and smooth, leading up to a firm ass that looked like it had been sculpted by an artist.
Angela looked him up and down, a small smirk playing on her lips. "What's with the bed hair and the boxers? Were you sleeping outside your room or something?"
"Something like that." Shawn shrugged. "My AC broke, so I crashed in Mom and Dad's room."
"Mom and Dad's room, huh?" Angela's eyebrows shot up in surprise. She didn't expect him to sleep in their parents' room. Not when he was just wearing boxers.
"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. But you could've just come to my room or even Steve's. It would've been much better than sleeping three people in one bed."
"Well, it wasn't that bad. Besides, I slept cuddling with Mom all night. So instead of feeling cramped, I actually had the most comfortable sleep last night."
Angela's expression turned strange for a moment. She looked at him as if she were trying to figure something out. But then she just shook her head and said, "Whatever. Just don't make a habit out of it. You're not a little kid anymore."
"I know. I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a grown man, remember?" Shawn flexed his bicep in front of her face.
Angela rolled her eyes at him and gave him a light push. "Yeah, yeah. You're a grown man who still sleeps with his mommy. Now, why don't you come with me for a run? Unless you're scared you can't keep up with me?"
"Me? Scared? You wish!" Shawn chuckled and headed back to his room to change into something more suitable for a run. "Just give me a minute to change. I'll be right back."
Angela leaned against the wall and waited for him, watching as he disappeared into his room. She crossed her arms below her breasts, her sports bra doing little to hide their large size.
The house was quiet this early, with only the faint sound of birds chirping outside. Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting long shadows on the floor.
Shawn returned a few minutes later, wearing a tank top and a pair of shorts. He also had on a pair of running shoes, looking every bit the part of an active young man.
"Alright, I'm ready. Let's see if you can still beat me like you used to when we were kids," he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet to warm up.
"You were never a match for me then, and you're not a match for me now." Angela pushed herself off the wall and led the way downstairs. "But I'll go easy on you since you're still recovering from your 'comfortable sleep' with Mommy."
"Hey, hey. Stop teasing me about that like it's something weird. There's nothing wrong with a son sleeping with his mother."
"Except for the fact that you're twenty years old," Angela shot back over her shoulder as they reached the front door. "But whatever floats your boat, little brother."
Just like that, they started their morning run. The sun had just risen above the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange. The cool morning air filled their lungs as they jogged down the quiet suburban street.
Angela set a brisk pace from the start, her ponytail swinging back and forth with each stride. Shawn matched her stride for stride, his longer legs allowing him to keep up with her easily.
They ran in comfortable silence for a while, their footsteps echoing on the pavement. The neighborhood was still waking up, with only a few cars passing by and an occasional dog barking in the distance.
"Not bad, Shawn. You've been keeping up with your exercises," Angela commented after about a mile, her breathing steady despite their pace. "Now let's see if you can handle this."
She suddenly sprinted ahead, her legs pumping faster as she increased her speed. Shawn was caught off guard by her sudden burst and had to push himself to catch up.