BREAKFAST

I slowly make my way down the hall, and my nose picks up the delicious scent of bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen.

My mother and sisters are already in the kitchen, busy preparing breakfast. My mother, Karen, is standing at the stove, frying bacon in a pan. She had long, curly blonde hair, and her blue eyes were as clear as the summer sky. Her lips were plump and pink, and she had an innocent face. 

Despite being in her early 30s, she was still a very beautiful woman, with a slender build and beautiful looks.

But what caught my attention most of all was her rich and lustrous body. 

In particular, her large, firm breasts, which can be seen even through her sweater, and her shapely buttocks, which were covered by her long skirt,.

I could see her large breasts bulging out of her clothes as she was bending over, making food. Her cleavage was visible between her two large, protruding breasts.

It makes my mouth water.

The way she was standing made her hips look bigger, and I could see her ass protruding from her skirt. It was as if her skirt was being pulled up by her huge buttocks.

"Oh, Otis! Welcome," she said as she greeted me.

She was wearing a white apron over her sweater and skirt. She was holding a frying pan in one hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

I sat down at the dining table. There were three plates of food and four glasses of juice.

Mom sat across from me, while my sisters sat on either side of me.

"Hey brother! You're imagining mommy naked again and making your cock hard, aren't you? You're such a pervert!"

As usual, my older sister was teasing me. Her name is Rose. She's 18 years old and is three years older than me.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes and had a slender figure. She was tall and had a long torso, with her waist being narrower than her hips. Her breasts were small, and her hips were wide. Her eyes were like sapphires, and her face was like porcelain. Her eyes were large and almond-shaped, her nose was small and round, and her lips were full.

She was wearing a simple dress with a white top and a brown bottom. She was also wearing a pair of white socks.

"Oh, stop that. Don't say things like that, Rose."

Mom smiled as she reprimanded my sister.

"Hehe. But mom, Otis is really perverted."

My younger sister was next to speak up.

Her name was Lily. She's 14 years old and a year younger than me. She had dark blonde hair and blue eyes, just like our mother, but her features were a little sharper.

She was a little taller than me and had a more voluptuous figure. Her breasts were big and round, and her hips were wide and full. She was the spitting image of her mother, with an incredibly sexy body. She was wearing a white blouse and a light blue skirt. She had a ribbon in her hair and was wearing black socks.

Both of my sisters had beautiful faces and bodies. Their skin was smooth and pale, and their eyes were bright and lively.

They were the perfect example of feminine beauty, and it was only natural that I would be attracted to them.

"Yeah, you're right. I can't help it, because you three are all so beautiful. And especially you, mommy, who is so much more beautiful than a flower. I can't help it!"

"Oh my, Otis. You're such a flatterer."

Mom laughed as she blushed.

"Oh, brother, you're so cheesy!"

"Gross."

My sisters made a face as they teased me.

"But I don't think I'm that pretty."

"Oh, please. You're the most beautiful woman in the world, Mom. Everyone thinks so. Right, girls?"

"That's right, mom! You're the most beautiful woman in the world!"

"Yeah, mom! You're the best!"

My sisters jumped in to support me.

"Oh, you're all such a handful."

Mom blushes and smiles at us.

"Now, let's eat before the food gets cold. Dig in."

We start eating, and the food is delicious. The bacon is crispy, and the eggs are fluffy and soft.

The toast is buttery and warm, and the juice is fresh and sweet.

I take a sip of the juice and swallow it.

As we were enjoying our breakfast, the TV was turned on, and the news came on. 

It was the latest news from the other side of the Atlantic.

The anchorwoman was reading the news with a serious look on her face.

"Today is the 25th of March, 3025, and this is CNN News. Today's top story is the recent rise in the number of males participating in politics."

There was a picture of a man in his fifties on the screen. He was dressed in a suit and tie, and he had a stern look on his face.

"This is the Prime Minister of Canada, who recently became the first prime minister of the country to have ever been a man. This has sparked a heated debate in Canada, with many people asking whether or not the country should allow men to be involved in politics.

What do you think about this? Please let us know. Thank you.

The anchorwoman then turned to the camera and smiled.

"That was all. Thank you for watching."

The broadcast ended.

"A man president? How strange."

lily commented.

"Yes, it is."

Rose nodded.

"Yes. I wonder if we will ever see such a thing."

"Well, it might be a good thing. And also, he is quite a handsome man, isn't he?"

Rose asked Lily.

"Yeah, he is. But he's not as handsome as our brother."

lily replied.

"Hehe."

I laughed, flattered.

"You two, stop teasing your brother. Eat your food. You will be late if you don't hurry."

Mom scolded them.

"Yes, mommy."

The two sisters replied, and we started to eat our breakfast.

As always, it was delicious.

After a hearty breakfast, it was time for Otis and his sisters to get ready for school. As they were putting on their shoes, Otis suddenly felt the urge to relieve himself.

"Mom, I need to pee," he called out to his mother, who was busy packing his lunches.

"I understand, dear. Go ahead and pee," she said as her mouth was spread open like a woman's vagina, and Otis inserted his penis inside it.

As Otis let loose a stream of warm urine, his mother's cheeks bulged as she took it all in, swallowing every last drop.

"Thank you for the meal, honey. It's always so delicious," she said, licking her lips and wiping her mouth with her apron.

"You're welcome, mom. I love you," Otis said, hugging his mother tightly.

At first, Otis was confused by his mother's request for him to urinate in her mouth. 

However, he later learned that this was apparently a form of gifted education that introduced him to the idea that oral sex could be enjoyable, much like the pleasure associated with defecation.

"Hurry up, Otis!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming."

I hurriedly put on my shoes, and I grabbed my bag.

"Well, let's go, shall we?"

We all headed out the door.

"Be careful on the way home, okay?" Mom called out from the doorway.

"Don't worry, mom. We'll be fine," I replied, trying to sound confident.

"Bye!"

My sisters and I waved goodbye as we set off.

The road to the school was lined with trees, their branches bare and brittle. The sky was gray and overcast, and the air was heavy with the scent of impending rain.

After passing through a residential area in about five minutes, we entered a shopping district that seemed to be lively.

Women were conspicuous among the shopkeepers and customers, but men were occasionally seen. However, most of the men were with what appeared to be family members, and the only ones acting alone were the elderly.

It was clear that this was a society dominated by women and that men were now a minority.

Occasionally, voices would fly in from the storefronts. A woman at the grocery store suddenly called out:

"Good morning, Miss Lily!"

"Morning!"

"Good morning, Miss Rose!"

"Morning."

"Good morning, Otis!"

"Good morning."

It was a familiar greeting, and I couldn't help but smile as we made our way through the crowded streets.

"I wonder if it'll snow today."

Rose said as she gazed at the sky.

"I hope not."

"Yeah. We just got over the last storm."

"Let's hope the weather stays clear."

"Yeah. Snow would really slow things down."

As we turned the corner onto the main road, I saw Lily pick up the pace. "Come on, guys, we're going to be late!" she called out over her shoulder.

I quickened my step, feeling the burn in my legs as we rushed towards the school.

It was a relatively large school. The building was in a traditional style with a red brick exterior, and the grounds were immaculately landscaped. 

The only co-ed school in the city. The ratio of male to female students is about 1:7. 

There were several different buildings for the various grades, each with its own unique character. The main building was where the classrooms were located, and it was surrounded by a sprawling green lawn dotted with trees. The building was two stories high and had a sloping roof. The walls were a pristine white color, and the windows were large and arched. The building was surrounded by a tall wrought-iron fence that kept the world outside at bay.

We passed through the gates and made our way to the front entrance. There was a flurry of activity as students and teachers hurried to get inside before the rain started. The doors opened, and we were met with the smell of wet pavement and freshly cut grass. The halls were bustling with people, and the noise level was nearly deafening.

We made our way through the crowd and headed towards our respective classrooms.

"See you at lunch, Otis!" Rose called out as she disappeared into the throng of students.

"See you then," I replied, waving her off.

"Well, see you in a bit." Lily gave me a quick hug before rushing off.

"See you."

I smiled as I watched her go before turning and making my way to my own classroom.

It was a small classroom with only twenty students. The teacher's desk was in the front of the room, and the desks and chairs were arranged in neat rows.

The classroom was filled with a mix of male and female students. They were chatting and laughing, and there was an excited buzz in the air.

As I made my way to my seat, I couldn't help but overhear some of the conversations about me. 

"Oh, there's Otis."

"Damn, this is so handsome."

"I wish he was my brother."

I ignored the whispers and took my seat.

The bell rang, and the teacher walked in, interrupting the whispers.

"Good morning, class."

"Good morning, Mrs. Takanashi."

Mrs. Takanashi was a middle-aged woman in her thirties. She had a slender figure, and she wore her blonde hair up in a bun. She had a stern face and piercing blue eyes, and her lips were painted a deep red. She was wearing a white blouse and a long black skirt. She had a no-nonsense attitude and was strict with the students.

"Alright, settle down."

She placed her bag on the desk and stood in front of the class.

"Alright. Today, we will be having a lesson on the bodily fluids of human males."

"Not again…"

"Sigh…"

"What a pain."

"Come on, Mrs., can't we just skip sexual education?"

Mrs. Takanashi stood in front of a whiteboard, holding up a chalkboard pointer, as her class complained about her teaching style. A small smile graced her lips as she listened to their complaints.