The Witch's Ichor

Parental Intervention [8]

The quiet din of the boys downstairs rouses Ryker from his slumber. The digital alarm clock beside him reads '9:32'. Ryker sits up with a quiet groan. There's a set of blackout curtains blocking out the sunlight.

How can Jamison sleep like this? It's so dark!

Ryker moves to stand up, finding his body aching all over. He stretches repeatedly after getting out of bed, but the soreness isn't going away.

My hips are killing me!

The disgruntled teen fumbles through his discarded clothing. He pulls up his panties, but the soft black fabric is digging into him in several places.

What's wrong with this stupid thing?

Ryker shimmies out of his panties before trying on his bra. The bra feels far too tight. The cups are just too small now. Ryker pouts while taking it off.

Knock knock knock.

"You awake in there?" Jamison calls out.

"Yeah, but the stupid clothes you got me shrunk!" Ryker shouts.

Ryker grabs the sweater, slipping it on without paying much attention. The leggings are stretchy enough to slip into without any issues. Ryker gives himself a brief once over in the mirror before nodding in satisfaction. He steps over to the door, opening it.

"Jamison? What's up?" Ryker asks.

Jamison is standing there with a dumbfounded look on his face. His eyes flicker down briefly before returning to Ryker's face. He points downstairs with a slightly forced smile.

"Uh... We were making breakfast. You want any bacon or scrambled eggs?" Jamison explains.

"Hell yes I do!" Ryker replies enthusiastically.

Jamison guides Ryker downstairs. The delicious smell of bacon has Ryker salivating.

Derek and Theo are both in the kitchen. Theo is busy flipping bacon with some tongs. Derek is trying to cook the eggs. He keeps burning them. Ryker looks over Derek's shoulder curiously. Derek's focus is broken when he feels Ryker's breast pressing into him, and he looks over.

"Holy..." Derek gasps.

"You're really bad at this..." Ryker comments.

The eggs are starting to burn again. Derek's eyes are looking down at Ryker's chest instead of the skillet.

"The eggs are burning." Ryker comments.

Derek curses while trying to get the fully cooked portion off the skillet.

"Nice. You'd make a great house husband." Ryker mocks.

"Oh shut it. You're the one distracting me." Derek retorts.

Ryker rolls his eyes at Derek's excuses. The smell of burning eggs was here long before Ryker arrived. Ryker takes a seat at the table.

How could I even distract him? Dumbass.

Ryker watches the two boys finish up as Jamison sits down beside him. Jamison is staring off into space. His slender fingers keep tapping away a rhythm on the table. Theo wipes sweat from his brow as he finishes moving the last few strips of bacon off the frying pan. He carries the bacon to the table with an air of pride.

"Finally! I'm starving." Ryker cheers.

Theo sets down the bacon in the center of the table. His bespectacled eyes wander over to Ryker as if to reply, but he stops and his eyes flicker up and down. Ryker is too busy blowing on the hot bacon to notice.