Donovan Lee awoke from his dream with a start. One thought wove his way into his mind, "What you do if you were king of the world." Try as he might he could shake the thought or remember what his dream was about. He rolled over and grabbed his phone from his desk to check the time, Sun. Sept 23, 9:48 am. Donovan sighed, today was his 21st birthday. Not that he had forgotten. He just new that he only had about 30 seconds before his younger sisters stormed his room. They just "Loved" birthdays.
True to form Amarra and Elise burst into his room an jumped onto his bed. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey," they said in tandem. They were twins, both 18, brunette, 5'3", slim bodies with A-Cup chests. Donovan knew the last part from his many turns at laundry duty. Living with all girls makes a guy curious, he always told himself. He also tried to blame morning wood for the stiffness he felt while his sisters bounced on top of him.
"Hey, hey give a guy a minute or two, I just woke up," he said.
"Okay 'bro', we'll see you down stairs," they then kissed him on opposite cheeks and left.
That surprised him. They usually dragged him out of bed and down the stairs. He shrugged and headed to his bathroom for a quick shower. When he opened the door he was shocked to see his older sister, Rene (25, 5'7" raven hair, athletic body, C-Cup), brushing her teeth, naked. She'd only moved back home a few days ago. She was divorcing her husband of 3yrs. Donovan thought he was a dick.
Rene laughed when she noticed him. "Just like old times eh, Don" Old time referred to Donovan's "peeping" days. His and Rene's rooms shared a bathroom, with entrances from either room. He would sneak in if she forgot to lock the door from his room.
"Sure, sure," He said. "Do you mind giving me a minute? Apparently I'm expected downstairs."
"Yeah I'm done anyway, Birthday boy!" she said as she pinched his cheek hugged him an went to her room.
Donovan found himself surprised for the second time today. Under no circumstances would Rene ever give up the bathroom, his birthday or not. And where was the total meltdown over bursting in on her. Not that he wanted her to freak out if she was cool with it he was. He looked at himself in the mirror. He hadn't changed physically. Still 6'1" 175 Brown hair, green eyes, slightly muscular. So he shrugged once again and hopped into the shower.
He finished quickly, threw on a black t-shirt an jeans and headed downstairs. His mother (Dana 43, 5'5" 160, Brown hair, Grey eyes, curvy body, D-cup) was the only one at the table. "Where's everyone?" he asked.
"Well they new that you didn't want us to make a big deal of your birthday," she said, "So they headed out." He didn't want them to make a big deal out of it but i didn't mean they wouldn't. He felt a surprise party coming and sighed inwardly. "Don't make that face we haven't planned any thing."
Donovan didn't believe her. "Sure, Sure," he said, "I'll believe that when you've bought me a BMW." He always wanted one but new his mom could afford it. She still drove a 2000 Ford Taurus. His mom just smiled handed him a medium sized box. The kind your grandma uses to send you sweaters.
"Don't open it yet." she place her hands over his eyes and led him outside. "Alright open the box." he open the box and a key fell into his hand. When his mom uncovered his eyes he was staring an a black Ferrari, with red interior.
"How he hell?" he said without thinking. He couldn't think this was unreal.
"Watch your language..." His mom said. "A lady has her tricks." For some reason Donovan pictured his mom blowing the owner of a dealership. "Go take it for a spin." With no response ready he just hopped into the driver's seat and pulled off. Halfway down the street his brain rebooted itself. 'What is happening?' he thought. |