Chapter 4 Slippers

"What am I even thinking?" Madison shook her head, a blush rising to her cheeks. 

Jack, with his tousled hair and the lingering scent of sleep clinging to him, sat before her, radiating an undeniable magnetism. 

The sight of her son, so strikingly handsome, ignited a warmth deep within her, a sensation that had nothing to do with the morning chill. 

Her nipples hardened, a subtle response to the image of him, and her own body stirred in a way she couldn't quite control. 

She forced a smile, trying to mask the burgeoning heat, the silent conversation that pulsed between them. The lingering memory of his earlier hug, the lingering touch of him, still sent shivers of desire through her.

"Get a grip, Madison," she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. 

"He's your son. For goodness sake." She needed to regain composure, to ground herself in the mundane reality of the morning. 

But the image of him, the captivating way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled, continued to pull at her. 

The touch of him, the scent of him, the very air around him was charged with an electricity that had little to do with the first day of school.

This was probably because she hardly got any from her husband since the two of them were too busy with work. 

Madison bit her lips as this was effective enough to make her rational again, her lust hiding deep in the background. 

"Are you okay, Jack? You seemed a little shaken after that dream last night," Madison asked, her voice softer now, trying to mask the tremor on her own. 

"Bad dreams happen. Maybe try praying before bed tonight, that might help. It's a comforting way to prepare yourself for the day ahead." A flicker of worry crossed her face, although in truth, it was the unspoken tension between them that troubled her more than his apparent unease.

Jack's smile, as bright and engaging as the morning sun, softened the room. 

"I will, Mom. Thank you." His smile, that captivating, heartfelt smile, made Madison's heart do a little flip. 

The way his eyes lit up made her realize she was losing control, getting lost in a sea of unspoken desires. 

She quickly refocused, trying to reclaim the mundane reality of the morning.

"Okay, call your dad and sisters. Breakfast is ready. We don't want to be late for school, do we?" Madison asked, a little too quickly, trying to deflect the palpable tension.

"Hmmm..." Jack nodded, the faintest hint of a mischievous glint in his eyes. He ran up, his movements quick and deliberate, his focus shifting from her to his family.

"Dad! Breakfast is ready!"

"Angel!"

"Julia!"

"Come on down! First day of school today! No time to waste!" Jack's voice carried through the house, a whirlwind of energy and excitement that echoed the chaos that was brewing beneath the surface of their quiet morning. 

He rushed back to the dining room, to the heart of the household, to help his mom prepare breakfast. 

Pancakes, eggs, and rice - a simple, yet satisfying meal for a busy family. 

What family wasn't busy these days? 

Everything was becoming so expensively stupid! 

"Hmmm… smells good, Mom! I'm starving!" Julia descended the stairs, her short shorts practically begging to be admired. 

The fabric barely concealed the swell of her hips, and the delicate curve of her breasts pressed against the thin material. 

Jack, caught off guard, felt his arousal spike. The knowledge that she wasn't his sister, that she was a woman, fueled a fire in his chest. 

He'd never felt this kind of attraction before, and the implications were both exciting and terrifying.

Trailing behind her, Angel descended, her silhouette mirroring Julia's but with a different kind of allure. 

Her glasses added an air of intellectual curiosity, but her figure was no less captivating. 

The sight of her, the subtle way her body moved, heightened Jack's burgeoning desire.

Finally, their father, Charles, appeared, his presence a grounding force in the otherwise charged atmosphere. 

The family gathered around the table, the air thick with the aroma of breakfast and the unspoken energy simmering beneath the surface. 

Jack's mind, however, was a whirlwind of thoughts, already planning scenarios, imagining possibilities. 

The idea of these three women, all beautiful and accessible, ignited a dangerous fire within him.

"There's no rush. I'll create plenty of opportunities later," he muttered to himself, a dangerous glint in his eyes. 

He devoured his breakfast, his thoughts darting between the mundane reality of school and the tantalizing possibilities that lay ahead. 

The delicious breakfast, the laughter, the shared moments – all were mere distractions from the game he was about to play.

They finished breakfast and prepared for school, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

"Come on, Jack, hurry up! Why are you always so slow?" Julia's voice, laced with playful impatience, cut through the quiet anticipation.

"Almost finished, Julia. I'll be right there," Jack replied, his voice a little too languid, a lingering echo of his past. 

Years of indulgence, of unchecked desires, had etched themselves into his very being, making it difficult to shed the layers of laziness that clung to him like a second skin. 

The easygoing manner, the casual tone – it was all a carefully constructed facade, a carefully concealed preparation for the game he was about to play.

Jack grabbed his bag, and as he stepped out the door, his two older sisters were already waiting, their eyes gleaming with an unspoken anticipation. 

The air crackled with a mix of excitement and something else, something darker, a sense of calculated opportunity. The first day of school was about to be anything but ordinary. 

Julia drove with Angel beside her, while Jack, as usual, sat in the back seat alone. 

The car ride was filled with the chatter of his sisters, who were busy discussing their friends at school. 

Both were in college —one a junior, the other a sophomore—while Jack had just moved on to his first year of college. 

The difference in their worlds was growing more apparent, and though he loved his sisters, their conversations didn't interest him much.

As the car pulled up in front of the college, Julia turned to look at Jack. 

"We're here. Try not to get yourself into trouble, okay?" she said with a teasing smirk.

Jack rolled his eyes but grinned. 

"Trouble is the last thing on my mind. Trust me." With that, he opened the door and stepped out, stretching his arms before slinging his bag over his shoulder.

He barely spared his sisters another glance as he walked away, his thoughts already elsewhere. 

His heart pounded in anticipation, his eyes scanning the bustling campus, searching for someone. It didn't take long.

Across the courtyard, standing beneath the shade of a tall oak tree, was the person he had been waiting to see. 

She stood out effortlessly, her beauty undeniable, drawing the attention of those around her. 

A small group of girls surrounded her, chatting animatedly, but Jack barely noticed them. His gaze was fixed solely on her.

"There you are, babe," he murmured under his breath, a slow smile spreading across his lips. His pulse quickened, a mix of excitement and something deeper stirring inside him.

He had found her again.

"I'll make sure to meet you properly this time," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Then, with a confident stride, he started walking toward her, ready to close the distance between them.