“Wake up sweetie,” Britney cooed as she gently woke Max. Not wanting to get up yet, Max rolled over with a grumble. “Maxie, it’s time to get up. You need to get ready for school,” she attempted giving him a gentle shake. Max ignored the feeble attempt to rouse him. With a hmph, Britney grabbed Max and lifted him out of the bed. Stunned by this action, Max’s eyes bugged out of his skull as his mother threw him over her shoulder.
“Mom, put me down,” Max shouted in embarrassment.
“You had your chance. There’s only so much time until the bus arrives and you need to shower before school,” she said as she gathered some clothes and carried him out of the room. Max blushed as he was carried down the hall and into the bathroom. Britney put him down and turned on the shower for him.
“Mom!” Max shouted, his pride wounded.
“Shower quickly. Molly has the bathroom next,” Britney informed before leaving the bathroom.
His entire face red, Max grumbled to himself as he undressed. He hadn’t been handled like that since he was a kid, and it was by his father not his mom. He stepped into the stream of water and began to clean himself, the image of his mother carrying him over her shoulder like he was a helpless child played on loop in his head. It wouldn’t leave him alone. Even after he’d finished showering, got dressed, and brushed his teeth, the humiliation was still palpable.
With a deep breath, he pushed the thought away and opened the door. “Morning Max,” Molly greeted with a smile. Max stopped dead. His older sister Molly was standing in front of him in nothing but a towel. Her K cup breasts threatening to pop out the top of the tightly wrapped fabric. “I hope you left me enough hot water. If you didn’t we might need to rework how we take showers here,” she began. Max sighed in frustration, he wasn’t in the mood to listen to one of Molly’s entailment speeches. “Maybe tomorrow we should shower together instead,” she offered with a blush. The words knocked the wind out of his lungs.
“No fair,” Holly shouted as she ran down the hall in nothing but a robe a size or two too small. “You can’t just try and do something like that with Max. It’s not fair,” the younger twin whined, “I wanna take a bath with Max.”
“We can’t all three fit in the tub, and since I’m the oldest, I say Max and I should share,” Molly declared grabbing Max by the arm and pulling him into her cleavage. “You agree don’t you Max?” She said, her tongue quickly flicking across her lips.
“No way, he’d prefer I bath him. Right Max,” Holly declared as she grabbed his other arm and pulled him toward her.
“GIRLS!!!” Britney yelled as she walked down the hall half dressed. Her larger breasts bouncing beneath her half unbuttoned dress shirt. “I told you what the bathroom schedule would be when we moved in. Stop wasting time fighting over your brother and get ready for school. If I hear anymore arguing and Max will be showering with me in the mornings. Am I clear?” Their mother declared.
“Yes ma’am,” the twins pouted as they let go of Max.
“Max, come back into the bedroom,” his mother instructed. In a hurried walk, Max followed his mother into the bedroom. “Everyday those girls fight over you, ever since you were a baby. I suppose there are worse things, but I’m at my wits end about it. What’s worse is that Ivy has started to get possessive of you as well. I don’t know what I’ll do if all of Alison’s daughters begin fighting over you.” Britney vented as she continued to get dressed.
Max’s mind was going a million miles a minute. When his sisters grabbed him, he couldn’t move at all. Was this what he had to look forward to? Women man handling him all the time. Being unable to resist as they did what they wanted to him. The idea…