This choice: Guest Room (Something happens in the morning) • Go Back...Chapter #3Guest Room (Something happens in the morning) by: krsrb   ". . .In the guest room." Catherine explains, "Now Zoe, go show Zack where it is and help him up the stairs with his things."
"Aww, Can he stay in my room?" Zoe groaned. Her mother gave her a stern look with raised eyebrows. She sighed and nodded to her mother, picking up one of Zack's bags. "Come on, lets get you unpacked."
Zack picked up his other as bag she ran up the stairs. He follows at a brisk pace but slows down when he sees Zoe trip and fall up the stairs. He cringes and asks her if she's okay. "Not used to carrying things up the stairs I guess," she says rubbing her shin as he reaches the top of the stairs. "It's just down the hall, near my Mom's room." They entered the room and Zack was stuck by the emptiness of the space, the only furnishings in the room were a futon and a dresser. Zack was surprised that there was even carpet in the vacant room.
"Is your mother remodeling or something? " Zack asked, "This place is empty. . ."
Zoe placed his bag down on the floor near the bed and looked around the room. "You could say that, this was my Dad's old room." She answered. "They were in separate rooms before they finally divorced. After that, she just never got around to finishing the room up, but there is still a futon so people can crash here." She seemed indifferent about her parent's divorce, so Zack didn't ask about it further.
They left his things in his new room and went downstairs to eat dinner. They ate homemade Italian food, then finished with some post-dining Television. When the evening news came on at eleven, all of the kids went upstairs to turn in. Zoe waved him off to bed with a g'night and they went their separate ways. Zack entered his new room feeling somewhat lonely, they had spent the whole night as a group on the couch in the front room and now he slept on the opposite side of the house from all of the other kids. As he got under the covers of the futon he noticed he had to pee. The master bathroom happened to be connected to his room thanks to Zoe's dad. After emptying his bladder he looked around the large master bathroom, the door leading to Zoe's mom's room was cracked open. Catherine was still downstairs watching the news and finishing off a glass of wine, so he knew it was safe to take a peek. Sticking his head through the door, he noticed that the master bedroom shared a closet space with his own room, only a thin wall separating the two.
Zack returned to his new bed and tried to get comfortable, stiff sheets and an old futon were not what he was used to. Eventually he found the right position to fall alseep, and had an incredible dream; Zoe snuck into his room during the night and they fooled around with each other under the covers without being caught by her mother in the next room. Zoe had such cute moans in his dream as he kissed her deeply, gently massaging and plucking at her luscious C-cup tits. The dream did not last long enough, Zack thought, as he awoke in a groggy daze. It was 6am and he had a raging hard on. As he looked out the window at the predawn clouds, he swore that he could still heard Zoe moaning his name from his short lived dream, muddled as if through a closed glass door. When he heard it again his head perked up, he knew that sound didn't come from his mind. That sound came from Catherine's room.
Is Catherine really moaning my name? Zack thought. He had to know if it was really his name. His morning wood pulsed hard under his pajamas. He could think of no better way to release his tension than this.
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