The sleek, electric SUV/Mini Van hummed almost silently along the sun-drenched asphalt of the suburban roadway, a pristine metallic beetle under the honey-gold glow of the late afternoon. Inside, the air was cool, scented subtly with Cathy's jasmine perfume and the faint, clean musk of Vera's leather handbag.
The atmosphere was one of deep, contended calm, a shared silence among women bound by more than just blood—a symphony of fulfilled desire and familial love. Life, for the Hardcox women, had become a continuous, shimmering dream. Each morning now began not with alarms, but with the soft, seeking pressure of Sael's lips against theirs, an intimate ritual that set the tone for days that felt less like a sequence of hours and more like a string of blessings.
Cathy, her hands resting lightly on the responsive steering wheel, felt a permanent, private smile gracing her lips. Her entire body seemed to hum with a recent, pleasant memory, a leftover thrum of pleasure from the morning's clandestine activities. She could still feel the ghost of his strong hands on her hips, the press of him against her from behind in the kitchen as the coffee brewed, a stolen moment of sinfully delicious friction before the day truly began.
Everyone knew. How could they not? The walls of the house had become silent witnesses to their passion—the rhythmic creak of his bedsprings, the sharp, choked cry muffled by a towel in the bathroom, the frantic, hushed panting against the living room carpet long after midnight. It was their new, delicious normal.
"….You're not really being too sneaky, mi querida Cathy,". Vera's voice cut through the tranquil silence, laced with a throaty, knowing amusement. She didn't turn from the passenger window, her profile sharp and elegant against the passing scenery.
"Oh, hush, Vera…. And I know,". A soft, flustered laugh escaped Cathy. She adjusted her grip on the wheel, her cheeks flushing a warm, rosy pink that traveled down her neck.
"Sí, Ma is right! Dios mío, Ma Cathy… you really moaned loudly this morning… I thought the walls in the hallway would crack! Hahahah~". From the backseat, leaning forward between the two front seats, Bella's youthful giggle was a bright, cheerful sound. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
Cathy's blush deepened, but it was partnered with a swell of possessiveness, of raw, feminine pride. She caught Bella's eye in the rearview mirror, her own gaze shimmering.
"I know, I know... I tried my best, I really did… I bit my lip so hard until I tasted copper… you know?". She paused, her voice dropping to a husky, confidential whisper, as if sharing the most sacred of secrets.
"But just… God… I can't help it, your brother… he is a true manly man, you know? He thinks the sneaking, the almost-getting-caught was working… and it turns him on so much…. And me as well…. it is exciting, you know…." She let out a shaky breath, the memory causing a familiar, warm throbbing deep within her core.
"Since, Sael loved it so much… I indulge him... How can I not?". The car was filled with a heavy, shared understanding. Vera finally turned her head, her dark, perceptive eyes scanning Cathy's pleased, flustered face. A slow, smirk played on her perfectly painted lips.
"Ay, Cathy. The boy… he is a storm. The energy, the stamina… it is not natural. It is… asombroso." She fanned herself dramatically with her hand, a gesture both playful and utterly sincere.
"Casi insaciable. Almost insatiable…". Vera recalled what happened in the morning, Bella's eyes widened, her curiosity piqued.
"¿De verdad? For you too, Mamá?" she asked, her voice a mix of awe and a daughter's natural curiosity about her mother's romantic life. Vera nodded once, a regal, affirmative gesture.
"Sí, mija. Even after filling up your, Ma Cathy…. He's still standing up… so, I had to calm him down… But… only orally. Your brother need love from me as well… but for now… that is it he got from me,". She let the implication hang in the jasmine-scented air, thick and potent.
"I am not a woman to be taken lightly against a kitchen counter… NO! I am proud woman... He must… cómo se dice… he must court the storm... He must want to claim me properly, In a bed, With seriousness and romantically…. Not just a quick chingada… Until he does it properly, no real sex, No se puede,". Her words were firm, layered with a profound self-respect that commanded the very air in the car to still.
She then turned her body fully in her seat, fixing Bella with an intense, maternal stare that wiped all the mischief from the young woman's face. The mood shifted from one of playful teasing to one of grave, matriarchal importance.
"And you, Bella," Vera's voice lost its playful edge, becoming low and resonant with intent.
"You must listen… This is not just fun and games, this… cosquillas. This is a serious matter…. When you are with Sael, you must also do things properly, you must proceed with your relationship with respect... He is the man of our house now. Our man…. You do not play with such a thing… Like me, I want mi mija to also be taken properly…". Vera reminded Bella seriously. Cathy nodded, her own expression sobering, aligning with Vera's solemnity. She kept her eyes on the road, but her voice was firm, adding its weight to the counsel.
"She is right, Bella…. Your mom is right, what we are building… it is fragile and strong, all at once. Like a diamond. You must treat it, and him, with the seriousness it deserves. No more just giggles and stolen kisses in the hallway…. It is time to go further… But~ do it properly.".
The SUV glided into the driveway of their beautiful, chaotic home. The engine's soft hum ceased, leaving a ringing silence filled with the echo of Vera's profound words. The gentle afternoon delight had been replaced by a heavy, anticipatory tension—a promise of serious pleasures and profound commitments yet to come. The lesson had been delivered, not in the house, but in the sanctum of their moving car, a council of women guiding the next generation into the intricate, consuming world they had only just begun to explore themselves.
A comfortable silence had settled over them, but Bella's keen eyes, so often trained to notice the slightest shift in posture or balance, were fixed on the memory of Sael standing in the living room, shirtless. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she remembered.
"You know, Mamá," she began, her voice cutting through the quiet hum. "Tía Cathy? I can't stop thinking about Sael…. How… different he looks now.".
Vera glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a gentle smile on her face. "Different good, mija? He is becoming such a handsome man…. Right? Becoming healthier,".
"Sí, Mamá, definitely good," Bella rushed to clarify, leaning forward.
"Muy handsome. That's not it. It's the speed of his body was changing…. It's like he went from a boy to… to that of a Hollywood hunk, in a matter of days and just weeks.". She gestured vaguely.
"His shoulders, his posture… the muscle…. It seems… too unnatural? Like, did he get a gene-therapy voucher or something?". Bella wondered,
Cathy let out a soft, knowing sigh, turning from the window. Her expression was a mix of a mother's pride and worry.
"You know… He stopped taking them," she said simply.
"Stopped taking what, hermana?". Vera's smile faded into concern.
"His old medication," Cathy elaborated, her fingers tracing a pattern on the dashboard.
"That hormone suppressants pills…. The one that he was taking on his own years ago, when he was… well, when he was insisting on presenting as more feminine…. He hated anything 'masculine.' He said… you know the way he was before…. He told me, that he stopped taking it around the time he started to… change. To become our Sael again…".
The car was quiet for a moment. Vera digested this, her protective instincts flaring. "And that is… está bien? For his body to change so fast? It does not hurt him?".
Cathy's shoulders lifted in a slight, helpless shrug. Everyone in the family knew that he wanted to be a femboy, a feminine man that put the entire family into depression, it is a worrying situation that luckily ended already.
"I don't know, Vera... I do ask a doctor about it and she said it was safe to stop, that his body would find its natural balance…. But they said it would be slow change, This…" She trailed off, thinking of the solid, confident man her son had become.
"But now that I think about it… This… This doesn't feel slow at all,". Cathy looked worried. Bella nodded, her face serious.
"In my training, a sudden change like that… it can cause problems… Joint pain, hormonal swings. The body needs time to adjust... to recover," She bit her lip.
"But He does seem happy, but… I think we should keep an eye on him...,".
The unspoken words hung in the air: He has always been our fragile one. Soon, Cathy, Bella and Vera, finally arrived home, the tension from the car ride evaporated the moment they stepped through the apartment door. The familiar, comforting smells of home—lingering traces of breakfast, laundry detergent, and Nadia's perfume—washed over them.
The scene inside was one of peaceful domesticity. Emily was sprawled at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone, a glass of fizzy soda beside her.