Imagine living with two beautiful dark haired buxom women, having your own sports car, and plenty of spending money. Each of the ladies was around 5'8" with long sexy legs, DD breasts and curves in all the right places. One was a sexy dark haired brunette and the other was a hot red head. Paradise right?

"Nooo!" I hollered as I sat up in bed, sweat running down my face.

Knock, knock. "Is everything OK?"

"Yes, … Mom," I replied. She really wasn't really my mother. She was my aunt Gwen and the dream I had was about a night that had happened three years ago. The night my real parents went to a party at my Dad's partner's house and never returned.

Even though I had been in bed at the time and miles from the accident, my dreams always have me in the car as the red truck swerves into our lane. I suppose it is just because I have heard and relived the story so many time but it is as if I could see the truck coming at me. I might not have died that night, or then again I might have. A part of me never would be the same.

I shouldn't complain. Many orphans have nothing. Dad and Mom left me fairly well off. Not that I wouldn't trade it all to have them back.

Dad had been a lawyer show had landed a very large case early in his career. A rich financer had been accused of murdering his wife. Everyone thought it was true, except Dad. He had a gut feeling the man was innocent. He was sitting with his boss at the trial and convinced his boss to cross-examine one of the key witnesses. The witness cracked under Dad's cross-examination and actually confessed to the crime.

They were also shrewd. I would get most of my inheritance when I graduated college or reached the age of thirty. Including the sports car. It was a vintage collector's item only gaining in value as it sat. The last of my inheritance would come at the age of thirty-five. Meanwhile the house was paid off and money from a trust paid all the maintenance and utility bills. I got a modest allowance and my caretaker got a modest allowance.

Enter the two gorgeous women. The red head is my Mother's younger sister. The Brunette is her daughter. They moved in to take care of me after the accident.

"You have school today, better get dressed," my step mom reminded me, again through the door. She never came into my room. Heck she hardly ever touched me. It was hard to believe she was related to my real mom.

In all fairness my Aunt Gwen did try to reach out to me early on. I was just in so much shock and denial for my parent's death that I did not know how to handle it. Then she made me start calling her 'Mom'. I know she thought this would bring us closer but at the time I wasn't ready to give anyone that position.

Having me call Caitlin my 'sister' and she calling me her 'brother' only aggravated the situation. My cousin, excuse me, my older sister Caitlin was jealous of me from the git go. Even though she was almost an adult at seventeen when she moved in, she was still a child at heart. She was not used to sharing her mom's attention with anyone and she had no attention of starting then. She made use of every opportunity to put wedges between my aunt and me.

I remember when she purposely broke one of my model planes in the living room. One Dad and I had worked on together.

"Caitlin, look what you have done," I screamed at her. I barely could hold back the tears.

"Now Caitlin didn't mean to do that on purpose," 'Mom' told me. "It was an accident. Wasn't it?" she looked at her.

"Of course," she replied with an innocent face. "Look at all the clutter in this room, it is hard to walk without hitting something." As soon as her mom looked away, she smirked at me.

"You are right, dear," replied 'Mom'. "I think we should do something about that, don't you Kevin? You are getting a little to old for models anyways."

Within the week, all the 'clutter' of my models were packed in my room. And so it went until there was little evidence I lived in the house unless you came to my room.

And that was how it always went, Caitlin starting the trouble and me getting in trouble. By the time I broke out of my funk, my 'mother' thought of me as just a troublemaker. She spent more time with her daughter and they both left me to myself.

And then the pictures of my family and me started being replaced by pictures of her and her daughter. I found a stash of my family pictures in the basement and rescued them to my room. Now the only reminders I had were the pictures in my bedroom.

She wasn't like the wicked stepmother who locked me in the room except to work. She just ignored me. Except lately. 'Mom' and I had been getting along better the last few months. It was probably due to the fact that Caitlin had moved in with her boyfriend three months back. 'Mom' had been furious but Caitlin was twenty now. Mom's first husband must have been a looser because she did not have any time for relationships with men anymore.

Not that that fear kept her from having one-night stands. When Caitlin had been home, Saturday night had been their night on the town. Many a early Sunday morning I awoke to one or the other of them sneaking into the house.

I got up, showered, and got ready for school. A quick breakfast and I was off. It was good to get out of my house. Not that school was necessarily the answer. I did well academically. I must have inherited my parent's intelligence. I wavered the first year after the accident but bounced back the following year. But I could use some help socially.

I was a chick magnet but not necessarily in the way I wanted to be.

"Hey Kevin," Nancy greeted as I sat down in a desk next to her. Nancy was one of my 'girl' friends.

"How was your weekend?" I asked. I could already tell from her downcast look how her weekend was. I got ready for a long conversation.

"Frank was supposed to take me out to dinner Saturday and …"

Frank was a jerk. I am not sure why Nancy doesn't just dump him. Maybe I am not much better, sitting here listening again to all her trouble. My 'girl' friend loved to tell me their problems. Not that I don't like being there for them. I really consider them my friends. It just that a young man likes to be more than just an ear. 'What is wrong with me?' I always want to ask them.

Maybe it was the acne that kept them from wanting to be anything more.. I had it bad up until this last semester. I took some medication to get rid of it and it made my face blossom before settling down. Now I am zitless for the first time in a long time. Still, I think it takes time before peoples images of their friends change. I am just their friend who is a good listener.

I made it through another day, only one more week left before summer break. Maybe my friends Justin and Ray would want to celebrate tonight. If it were not for Justin and Ray, I would have goon crazy. As soon as I got home, I got on my bike and headed to Justin's house.

"Hey Kevin," his Mom greeted me with a hug. Maybe Justin was embarrassed by his mother's hugs but I sure enjoyed them. Not even necessarily in a sexual way, I just needed the hug. Not that his Mom wasn't hot. It was hard to ignore her rack when she crammed your face into it.

"Hello, Mrs. Kelley," I managed as I came up for air.

"Justin and Ray are upstairs," she informed me.

I smiled at her and went up to talk with my buds. They were already playing our favorite video game. One of the characters was a scantily clad female warrior. I came in to the two of them arguing how best to screw her.

"I'd lay her on the stone floor and screw her brains out," Justin claimed.

"I'd whip out my dick and make her suck me off first," Ray upped him.

"I'd bend her over one of those tables and screw her from behind," I interjected, startling both of them. "You really should lock your door Justin. What if I had been your mother?" I laughed.

Justin just threw his pillow at me. It sailed passed me into the hall. Retrieving it I closed and locked his door. I joined in the play as we tried to get to the elusive fifth round. The round was just as elusive as the women of our imaginations.

"Ray, Kevin, it is getting to be supper time," Mrs. Kelley hollered to us from the hall. "I have plenty of food it you two want to stay over."

Justin looked over at us. First Ray that I shook our heads. "Sorry Mrs. Kelley, we can't," I told her as I opened the door.

"Caitlin is supposed to be home and my mom wants me home," I told her.

"And it is my mom's birthday," Ray added.

"Tell her happy birthday from me," Mrs. Kelley told him as she walked away.

"What about Saturday night," I asked the two of them as soon as Mrs. Kelley was out of earshot.

Many a weekend the three of us would spend around a fire in the woods, talking about whose pants we wanted to get in and drinking a few beers Ray's brother would buy for us.

"Sorry," Ray complained. "Dad wants us to have a family weekend being it Mom's birthday today."

What I would give to have that problem. It is funny how we miss what we can't have.

"We are going to Uncle Fred's house tomorrow," Justin said. "And we won't get back to late."

"But this was to be the last weekend we could go out and party," I complained. "Both you leave next weekend and I won't see you for months." Ray was going to two camps and Justin's parents wanted to take the family on an extended vacation and tour Europe.

"Sorry," they both apologized.

What else could go wrong?

I knew Caitlin was coming over for dinner so I wasn't surprised to see her car in the driveway. But the suitcases inside the door concerned me.

"Hello twerp," Caitlin greeted me as I came upon her in the kitchen. She didn't look to good. Down in the dumps.

Mom smiled at me, "Caitlin is moving back home for a while."

So much for the reprieve.

"What kind of trouble have you been getting yourself into?" Caitlin asked.

"Now Caitlin," Mom interjected, "Kevin had been being a good boy."

My mouth must have been hanging open. Maybe things had changed.

Caitlin interrupted my reverie by stepping on my foot. I did what any sane person would do, I slapped her ass.

"Oww!! Mom," she complained.

Mom turned around. "Kevin," she scolded me. "You apologize right now."

"But.."

"Kevin, you sister has been through a hard time. You be nice to her."

Maybe things hadn't changed that much.

Accept for a few minor skirmishes between Caitlin and me, dinner was uneventful.

That evening we all sat down to watch a movie. It was one of those rare occasions that I was not only home at the same time as 'Mom' and Caitlin but I was in the same room with them. They were sitting on the couch watching a chick flick and I had nowhere to go.

Usually I would retreat to my room and watch some action movie or play a video game but tonight I was to tired to play any video games. To be truthful, I was in a funk over my parents and did not want to be alone.

Caitlin had just broken up with Jerk #100 and Mom was staying home to comfort her. They both had had a few glasses of wine and we were all sitting in front of the TV. We were watching a chick flick when a scene came up with this beautiful woman sitting at a table near a beach. She had a long sleeve sweater on despite the fact that everyone else was in summer apparel. God, I wanted to see more of her. I tried to will her to take her sweater off. My thoughts were interrupted when Mom stood up.

"I need some air," she smiled heading out of the room.

Then another movement caught my attention. My cousin removed her sweatshirt. Coincidence?

You have to understand, my Mom and her daughter dressed very hot when they went out but always wore sweats and loose shirts at home. I barely ever caught any fleshly views of them unless I caught them coming or going from the house.

Now she still had shirts on underneath but it was only a tank top. Still, I could see the outline of her lacy bra through the shirt. Sure she could be bitchy but I still couldn't help but admire her profile.

Had I had anything to do with this? I tried to think. Have you ever concentrated so hard your brain felt tingly? That is how my mind felt right now. Almost like I was outside it looking on. (Not quite correct but you get the idea.)

I tried switching my attention to her sweat pants, willing her to feel to hot to wear them. I had hoped she would just shed them but Caitlin finally got up.

"I am to hot, " she told me. "I am going to change into shorts."

I just smiled.

She went off and changed. Not exactly what I hoped for but when she came back, I was at least able to admire her long shapely legs. Damn she was hot.

I tried the rest of the night to sweat her out of shorts but though she looked both hot and uncomfortable, she never gave into the urge to shed anything more. I ended up with a head ache.

As I headed to bed, I passed Mom's room and heard her air-conditioner running. Hmm. I wonder.