In their family, weirdness never skips a generation.

"You're my past, present and future. The love I never expected or even hoped for, and the one that I can't live without. The one that's become my whole world."

At first, I think it's the sound of the waves crashing on the shore that wakes me up. That's all I hear, the sound so soothing I just want to sink into the bed and never leave.

Then I think it could be the pleasant ache between my legs, a remnant from the night before, that gently drags me out of my deep sleep.

I was tucked against a firm body, with warm puffs of air in my hair and soft snores accompanying them. I stifle a lazy giggle, a flush making its way up my neck when I take notice of something stiff poking my rear.

My eyes flutter close and I'm not sure how much time passes, if any at all, before I feel fingers in my hair, gently sweeping strands off my face, nails scraping against my scalp. It almost feels like a sweet dream, feeling the featherlight strokes on my arms, on my thighs, across the soft plane of my abdomen, curious and gentle, and I lean back into the touches keenly.

There's a warmth in my bed. It moves closer to me, it's lips like clouds on the back of my neck.

"Good morning." it murmurs into my hair, the hands on my outer thighs slipping up my skin to caress my ass. The little nightdress I'd worn to bed had shifted up to expose my lower body, leaving me vulnerable to teasing touches and ravenous gazes. "My wife." the baritone voice added.

I can't help the way my mouth curves up at the words, the excited skip in my heartbeat.

"Kuya." I said as I tilt myself, I face kuya.

He reached my hand. He lifted it towards his lips and gave it gentle kiss. I lace my fingers with his. I drew my face closer, pecking his temple, his cheeks, the corners of his mouth until he softens and melts into the press of my mouth to his.

My tone lowers conspiratorially. "Good morning din kuya hehe."

Kuya's face shone even brighter as he smile. "Bumangon na tayo. The kids are waiting downstairs."