Family Bonding {Last_Son & Frogger}

[Last_Son]

Conner blinked almost frantically as he awoke with a slight start. He sat up slowly and yawned loudly while running a hand through his long, dark hair. He was a lean kid of seventeen who did what he could working out, but had never been one to buff up; instead, his body was slender, tall, and lean. He had pale blue eyes that were often covered by the thick, round pair of glasses he now put on his face. He got out of bed wearing only a pair of black sweat pants as he walked out of his room and to the bathroom. After tending to his morning ritual, he proceeded to the living room; his mother and father were gone today, which just left him and his aunt in the house.
Conner loved his aunt, but he thought she had an... odd, sense of humor. From what he could tell, she wasn't awake yet. Once in the kitchen, he grabbed a banana and peeled it open before taking a bite. He was never one for a big breakfast, and this was often all he ate in the mornings.

 

[Frogger]

Nicole rolled over in bed, one eye opening to glare balefully at the time. For a moment she did nothing but stare. The sheets were tangled about her legs, only giving glimpses of the long, toned pair. Sexily messy obsidian hair created a shimmering halo, though a few tendrils did fall into her big, almost exotic golden brown eyes. After five minutes passed by, she finally sat up and yawned. A breathtaking woman in her late thirties –not looking a day over twenty-five however- she was the very embodiment of perfection. Of course there were those little flaws here and there. Those flaws didn’t stand out in any way though, and so didn’t attract unwarranted attention. Her lips full and a soft delicate pink hue, often curved with a warm or seductive smile, it was difficult to see the similarities between the two sisters. Once she found her pair of silver oval-shaped glasses, the young woman headed to the kitchen to brew a lovely pot of coffee. The red pajamas consisting of a tank top and a pair of tiny shorts, did nothing to disguise her lovely hourglass figure.
It was a pleasant surprise to find her nephew in the kitchen. Amusement dancing along the lines of her stomach like butterflies, Nicole went on to wind her arms around his neck. Her lush breasts pressed up against his back. Because of the rather chilly morning, her hard nipples could be felt through the fabric of her pajama top. “Good morning, Connor,” she greeted. For one precious moment her lips brushed along the fleshy part of his ear, then retreated. “How did you sleep last night?”

 

[Last_Son]

Young Conner had not had much experience with the opposite sex, and certainly not with a woman as developed and curvaceous as his vibrant auntie. He hadn't heard her come in, and was completely surprised when her arms snaked around his neck; as he felt her pert nipples pressed against his bare back, only the thin material of her tank top to separate them, the poor guy stood no chance. Then, she brushed her lips against his ear, a spot he had at that moment discovered was rather sensitive, and his breath got stuck in his chest. He nearly choked on the last bit of fruit he took into his mouth, and bit his bottom lip in an attempt to block out the enthralling sensation of her warm physique pressed against his own. "Good morning, Aunt Nicole," he replied, an awkward though sweet smile pulled at the corner of his lips as he turned to face her.
"I slept alright; I had an awesome dream. It was weird, though, I couldn't remember anything when I woke up... Just that it was awesome." he laughed, pushing his large glasses back up the bridge of his nose. "How about you?"

 

[Frogger]

“I slept fabulously! Thank you, darling.” Nicole offered the young boy one rather brilliant smile on her behalf. Eyes simmering pools of golden brown –which appeared as more of a chocolate hue than anything at the moment- locked onto his, black strands falling against her cheeks. The young morning light ran its fingers along her hair, adding a certain glow to the luxurious mane. One soft, delicate hand rose, index finger playfully tapping the end of the boy’s nose. “Connor, Connor, Connor…” she breathed. “How many times must I tell you? Call me Aunt Nikki. Aunt Nicole makes me feel…old.” To emphasize this point, she stuck her tongue out and crossed her eyes. Seconds later, she laughed at herself for doing such a thing. “If you don’t start doing that…I’m going to have to punish you. Do you hear me?” Mischief danced along her lips, though there was a tone of seriousness to her little threat.

Moving closer, both hands came to press onto his chest, just rubbing it through the shirt he wore. “You’re not a bad boy…are you?” Nicole whispered against his ear, her hot breath teasing the sensitive flesh there. Her lush and firm breasts could be felt through the thin material. Due to the counter behind him, he had nowhere to run.