It was Saturday morning at 7:30 am. I was sound asleep, happy I could rest longer after an exhausting work week. Suddenly, my phone rang. I stared at my watch. It was too early; what the heck?!
I picked up the phone and saw it was Dad. "Hi, Dad, is there an emergency? Are you OK?"
He laughed, "Everything is great! In fact, it's perfect. I am about to get married..."
"Congratulations. Is it today?"
"No, silly, next weekend."
"So, couldn't you call a little later? I am sleep-deprived after a tough week at work."
"Leon, don't be a party pooper. I am just too happy, and my adrenalin is off the roof, so I called my only family member to tell him the good news."
"Dad, I am happy for you. Let me brush my teeth and have a short shower. When I am finished, I'll call you, and we'll talk about it."
My mother died when I was 15 years old. Breast cancer took her life 8 months after finding out the diagnosis. Dad and I were devastated. I guess it was easier on me since I had many friends who distracted my thoughts about Mom by spending time with me and watching sports. Dad took it hard. Mom was a very active homemaker - She not only did the cooking, cleaning, and laundry but took care of the billings and made all the financial decisions. Now that she was gone, Dad was helpless. I was no expert, but I tried my best to help him learn everything. We were fortunate Mom kept the important documents clearly arranged in a special drawer.
By the time I was in my senior year at high school, Dad was already comfortable enough to do everything by himself. I continued to the local college, majoring in computer sciences. I finished 4 years ago and was working as a software application developer. I liked the young atmosphere near the campus and bought a small house nearby.
Despite some rough times initially, I liked my life: I loved the job and the privacy in my new house. I spent my free time with some of my former friends. Since I turned 18, I have had 3 girlfriends. One was blonde, the second had long brown hair, and the third had short curly hair. They were all pretty but very different in their appearance. There was one common denominator: They were all big-breasted. Yes, I am a titman.
I was lucky to be considered attractive: 6'2", 192 pounds, athletic body, and was told I was handsome. According to my former girlfriends, I was smart, funny, generous, and good in the sack. Whether all of the above were true or not, I was biased and couldn't tell. However, girls were attracted to me like magnets, which allowed me to choose the ones with large bosoms.
About 3 months ago, Rebecca, my latest lover, moved to California, and I was available again. I wasn't in a hurry to look for a replacement, knowing I could easily find one if I wanted. I simply enjoyed the freedom without commitments.
I talked to Dad on the phone every 2-3 weeks and saw him once every 3 months, even though we lived in the same town. As far as I knew, Dad tried to meet available ladies online, but the affairs were short-lived. Hearing that he was ready to get hitched without notifying me earlier was a big surprise. I was curious to find out the details.
I called Dad back, "Hi, Dad. So tell me about the lady."
He sounded cheerful, "Maria is fantastic. I met her in the supermarket about 2 months ago. She asked me to pull down a cleaning product from the upper shelf, and I helped her. We started talking, and she told me her husband also died of cancer. I invited her for a coffee, and we consoled each other. Maria and I found common interests and began dating. She is a wonderful cook and did my laundry last month." He chuckled, "And sex with her is out of this world."
"It's nice to hear you are happy again. Does she have a family?"
"Her parents and other relatives are in Mexico. She is here with her daughter, Isabella."
"Dad, when can I meet Maria and Isabella?"
"Come here tomorrow evening. Maria is anxious to meet you too. She will cook dinner for the 4 of us. Can you come at 6 pm?"
"I'll be there."
Sunday afternoon, I shaved, showered, and wore nice, clean clothes with shiny shoes. On my way, I bought a bouquet of mixed flowers and a bottle of white wine. I was at Dad's house on time. He opened the door for me with a broad smile, "Thanks for coming. Are the flowers for me?"
I chuckled, "The wine is for you. The flowers are for the bride-to-be. Where is she?"
"She is in the kitchen, making sure everything is ready. Sit down in the living room, and I'll tell her you arrived."
Two minutes later, Dad returned with a giggly dark-skinned woman. I guessed she was in her mid 40s. Maria had black shoulder-length hair, a cute round face, and a voluptuous figure. She wore a long flowery dress and 2" heel shoes.
Maria extended her hand to me and said in a low tone, "Leon, it's nice to meet you. I heard a lot about you from your father. I hope he is right about other things, but I agree with at least one thing. You ARE handsome."
I grinned, handed her the flowers, and blurted, "Maria, judging by your appearance, Dad made a smart choice. I already like you too. How about you marry me instead?"
Maria and Dad laughed, and she mumbled, "Thank you. Dinner will be ready in 10 minutes."
"Maria, I heard you have a daughter. Where is she?"
"Isabella is in her room. She is dressing up and will be out soon."
Moments later Maria called us to the table. Dad sat at the head of the table with a happy smile on his face. Maria placed our plates before us. I suggested helping her, but she refused, saying I was the guest of honor.
As we were about to start the meal, Isabella came out of her room. I almost choked. Her skin was dark-brown like her Mom, and her hair color was similar but longer. However, the most noticeable feature was her rack. It was massive and looked even bigger on her skinny frame. She smirked and came in my direction, "Hi, brother. Good to see you at last. Damn, you are a stud!"
I blushed. Everybody assumed it was because of the compliment, but it was more about the size of her boobs...
"Hi, Isabella. You are very pretty yourself. How old are you?"
She joked, "Leon honey, haven't you learned it's not polite to ask for a lady's age? Anyway, I just turned 18."
Maria chortled, "Leon, ignore her provocative behavior. Each time she is uneasy, she expresses her insecurity with sarcasm. Usually, she is well-mannered."
The meal was delicious: Roasted chicken, mashed potatoes with garlic, pickled beets, and creme brulee for dessert. I commented, "Maria, the food is very tasty, but I wonder, it doesn't seem like the usual food where you came from..."
She grinned, "We are from the Yucatan area in Mexico. You are right. It's not our food. I knew you were coming, and I asked your Dad what you liked. He suggested it. Was it really OK, or you were being nice?"
"Ma'am, it was perfect!"
Maria gazed at her daughter, "Bella, you better learn from Leon how to behave. Sometimes, you put me in an embarrassing situation."
Isabella apologized, "Sorry. I thought Leon would look like his father, but he is a hunk."
"Bella, are you trying to offend Gordon, my future husband?"
"No... I better shut up from now on..."
I felt for her. She was very young and tried to sound smart but failed miserably. After that, during the meal, we hardly talked. I tried my best to avoid staring at Isabella's glorious chest, but I couldn't resist ogling it a couple of times. Once, she caught me and smiled. I blushed profusely.
When we were done with the meal, I thanked Maria. She grinned, "No, thank you. There is something I need to discuss with your father. Why don't you go with Bella to her room, and the two of you get acquainted?"
I followed Isabella. I watched her rear and was impressed as well. Her round butt moved effortlessly from side to side. Was she sashaying on purpose? She opened the door to the room I grew up in. Everything looked different. I used to have pictures of Michael Jordan and Angelina Jolie. Now, there were posters of Green Peace and Brad Pitt.
I giggled, "Isn't Brad Pitt a little too old for you?"
"He still looks good, and I like his movies."
"What are your other interests?"
"I love photography, reading about pioneer discoverers, supporting efforts to prevent killing whales, and would like to travel abroad."
"I am an amateur photographer and also love to travel."
"Leon, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure."
"Your father told me you have a house near the campus. Is it true?"
"Yes, why?"
"In the summer, I'll start my first year in college. I do not wish to stay in the dorms. I don't have a car and hate to rely on public transportation. Your Dad offered to drive me from here every morning, but the hours are not convenient. Can I stay in your house for a while until I find a room I can rent near the university?"
"I don't think it will be a problem as long as you stop mocking me in front of others."
She chortled, "So I can do it in private?"
I grinned, "Since we are going to become family, in private, it's OK."
She leaned toward me and whispered, "I saw you inspecting my breasts. I ogled you too..."
"Isabella, do you always say what is on your mind, or do you think before you talk?"
"It depends. When I feel good with somebody, I say what I think without stopping to censor my mouth."
"Are you trying to compliment me?"
"I need to butter you up so you let me be in your house for a couple of weeks. I'll be the sister you never had..."
"Honey, you are 8 years my junior."
"In that case, perhaps before I go to sleep, you should sing me a lullaby..."
"Are you ever serious?"
"Only when I have to. By the way, do you have a girlfriend?"
"Not at the moment. Is it relevant?"
"Very. If you have one and want to 'play' with her, we better establish some rules about it. I'd rather not interfere with your love life."
"As I said. Right now, there is no one."
"Good. So I'll have time to settle before a lucky girl catches your attention."
I smiled, "Girl, it was nice meeting you. I have to leave now. I'll see you again in a week at the ceremony."
"Bye, Leon, and please, don't hate me for being me..."
"I don't. I was also young once."
She giggled, "Yes, Grandpa..." She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. Her huge front pressed against me, and my penis stirred. I said hi to the others and left.
During the wedding, it wasn't clear if I was supposed to stand by Dad or sit with the guests. I told Dad I'll take pictures and, unless called, mix with the guests. He had no problem that I do whatever I wanted.
Maria wore a traditional wedding gown, and her face had too much makeup. But overall, she looked very good. Isabella had on a midi-style dress that emphasized her cleavage. I couldn't take my eyes off her humongous rack. I noticed most guests did the same, including the women. It was very unfair to Maria, who was supposed to be the queen of the night.
After the official ceremony, I approached Maria and whined, "Dear lady, you decided to marry my father. My heart is broken. May I at least have a dance with you?"
She grinned, "Flatterer. Every young girl in here is dying to dance with you."
"Sorry, lady, but except for you, I see nobody who deserves my attention."
When she was in my arms, she murmured, "I owe you for the nice compliment. Choose your favorite cake, and I'll make it for you."
"I love chocolate cake..."
"Done."
When the song was finished, Isabella cut and said, "Sorry, honcho, Mom has to spend time with her husband, so she is no longer available while I still am. Dance with me."
It was a slow dance. Isabella hugged my waist tightly. Her tits crushed my lower chest, and my pecker grew at an alarming rate. I whispered, "Bella, please, let's keep some distance."
She smirked, "You no longer like me, or you like me too much?"
"The second."
She gazed at me seductively with eyes half open, "In that case, you need not worry. It will only be between us." Next, she pushed her pelvis forward. My organ was steely-hard in seconds, but it was hidden from prying eyes by her dress."
I smiled, "Do you always like to play with fire?"
"Not at all, but you are so sexy that I cannot resist."
"Honey, if that is the case, I think your moving to my house will be a major mistake."
She looked into my eyes pleadingly, "Please, I'll be good."
How could I tell her that in addition to being very aroused during the dance, I already fantasized about her body? How could I admit I was willing to die between her Himalayan mountains?...
When the song ended, I excused myself, explaining I needed to pee. I masturbated in the bathroom and felt better afterward.
The rest of the evening, I walked around and shot multiple pictures. Each time I aimed the camera at Isabella, she bent forward, and her gigantic orbs threatened to burst out. The bitch was determined to either seduce or embarrass me!
An hour later, I said goodbye to Maria and Dad, waved my hand to Isabella, and rushed to my car. I had a sigh of relief. I hated weddings, but I could not avoid my Dad's one. I was conflicted about Isabella coming to live with me. Her talk and mannerisms annoyed me, but her heavenly body was already engraved in my mind.
During the night, I dreamt she followed me to the bathroom and didn't leave until I fucked her despite other men doing their things in the adjacent stalls. I woke up sweaty and horny like hell. I masturbated again...
The next day, when I returned from work, Isabella called me and sweetly asked, "Leon, when is the earliest I can come to your house and arrange my stuff?"
"I think the best time is several days before classes begin. I can help you carry your belongings to my house."
"Thank you. That will be nice."
A week prior to school, I transported her stuff. She thanked me and kissed me on the cheek. During the following 3 days, she was a perfect guest; she cleaned, did minor cooking, and, more importantly, behaved properly. In the evenings, we watched TV, looked at pictures we took, and chatted about the expectations in college.
The troubles began on the 4th day. Isabella was in her room when I prepared for us a Netflix movie in the living room. She showed up wearing a short, semi-transparent robe, claimed she felt at home, and planned to go to sleep after the movie.
The movie was a drama, and after the initial 15 minutes, I liked it. However, Isabella yawned and said she was tired. I thought she'd go to her room, but she placed her head on my lap and closed her eyes.
The upper part of the gown opened slightly, and the tops of her titties were front and center before my eyes. I forgot about the movie and ogled her breathtaking assets. As I was staring at them, she moved slightly onto her back, and the gown opened further. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady. My eyes were hypnotized by her breasts, and I prayed the gown would open further. As if she heard me, her arms moved to her sides, and the robe unfastened further, exposing the narrow valley between her jugs.
My cock jolted and stiffened immediately. I was stuck...
As I was thinking about how to move and adjust my member, Isabella whispered, "Leon, you can touch if you want." The sneaky bitch was awake the whole time!...
"Bella, it's not a good idea."
"Suit yourself. I love dozing on your lap. Your thigh muscles are very comfortable, and your hard dick tells me I am still attractive." I didn't answer.
For the next couple of minutes, she stayed in the same position and then turned on her side, facing my groin. The side of the robe closer to my legs landed on my thigh, and her mammary was exposed, although if I wished to see all of it, I had to bend down. I tried gingerly to do it, and my cock jerked in my pants. As my head was slowly moving down, I felt her fingers creeping toward my erection. What the hell?!
She murmured, "Honey, you wish to watch my body, and I want to see yours. Shall we trade?"
"Bella, what are you doing to me? You promised to behave."
"I know, but we are 2 adults feeling a strong attraction and pretending it's not there. Why?"
"You are in my house, so you do not have to drive to school. It's not to have an intimate relationship with me."
"But we both want more."
"I am your step-brother and too old for you."
"We are not blood-related, so I do not see the issue."
She grabbed my hand and placed it on her tit. It felt smooth and warm. I forced myself to remove it and was about to stand up when she begged, "Leon, please, I want to feel your hand on my boobs."
I stayed seated and mumbled, "Bella, you are not fair. Your magnificent tits pull me like magnets, and I am trying hard to behave properly."
"I don't want you to behave properly!..."
With the remaining power in my body, I stood up and entered my room. I rested on my back, thinking about us. I wanted so much to ravage her body, but I had to be the responsible one and ignore my urges.
I undressed, remained in my briefs, and closed my eyes. I must have fallen asleep. I dreamt about Bella and me hugging each other while traveling to France. I woke up feeling the blanket being pulled. I couldn't see in the dark, but I knew Bella entered under the covers.
I whispered, "Please, Bella, don't do it."
"Chicken, you want me here."
"You are right, but it's not a reason to do it."
"Big brother, shut up and hug me."
I came closer and tried to hug her. She was naked! Bella buried her face in my chest and mumbled, "I wanted you the first moment I laid eyes on you. I wouldn't have done anything about it, but watching your eyes burning my chest each time you saw me told me you wanted the same thing. For the life of me, I cannot see the reason why deny ourselves from fulfilling our wishes..."
I hugged her tighter.
"Take off your briefs before your stiffy rips them apart..."
I removed my underwear, and her tiny palm massaged it lightly.
She murmured, "Your dick is so big and hard. Can you wait a little longer before pouncing on me?"
I sighed, "I'll try, but you don't make it easy on me."
Bella lowered her head and kissed the tip. She must have felt a drop of precum as she chuckled, "Thank you, man. The taste was very mild. At the wedding ceremony, I had an urge to expose your member and take it in my mouth. I love a large pacifier between my lips."
"Bella, be careful unless you wish to get a few ropes of whitish goo into your mouth."
She pulled my cock and smiled, "This is exactly what I want right now - A tasty appetizer. It always arouses me to the point of no control. So, if you think you can go more than once in the next half an hour, I wish to savor your juices."
"Girl, remember I warned you."
She ignored me, and soon, her oral cavity covered my pole with only the sack still visible. Her mouth resembled the newest Hoover - Strong sucking with a mild humming that vibrated my organ, and in less than 2 minutes, I was pouring jet after jet of hot slimy stuff into her hungry mouth. She swallowed it expertly, milking the residue, ensuring nothing was left unattended.
When she was done, she grinned, "I know some women don't like the taste of cum. I wonder why. I love it. It's thick, somewhat oily, salty, and reminds me of raw oysters."
I caressed her hair, "You are a very unusual woman. You are pretty, sexy, opinionated, provocative, and sometimes annoying. I hardly know you, but I think I start to like you."
She smirked, "Honey, don't confuse your attraction to my watermelons with serious feelings."
I giggled, "You are right. Let me check other parts of your body before making my final judgement. Are you still in the mood for intercourse?"
She laughed, "After sucking your cock, you are allowed to use the expression 'may I fuck you?"
I didn't bother answering. My hands tweaked her tits and pinched lightly her pointy nipples. She moaned, "I told you I'd be very horny after digesting your seed." Next, she pulled me on top of her and parted her legs wide. My cock needed exactly 10 seconds to prepare for an attack. Bella caressed it and groaned, "It's so beautiful and obedient. Now go ahead and make me yours. And please, no niceties! I want you to pound my pussy as hard as you can. I wish to see stars..."
"OK, girl."
Subsequently, I shoved my member into her opening in one massive stroke. She shrieked and held her respiration for a moment before breathing again. She didn't want foreplay, and I was determined to give her what she wanted. I drilled her pussy mercilessly while kneading savagely her enormous breasts. About 5 minutes into ravaging her tight vagina, she shook and began screaming, "Yees, fuck mee haarder! God, it feeeels so good..."
I continued ramming ferociously my tool into her. Since I came earlier, I was in no rush to ejaculate. I could barely see her body in the dark, but I felt her jugs bouncing wildly. I milked a nipple, and her screams increased.
Next, I turned her around and placed her on her tummy. My pecker invaded her cunt from behind, and I continued plowing her tunnel. I leaned on her back and whispered in her ear, "Is this what you wanted? To be thoroughly fucked like a common slut?"
I could hardly hear her through the screams, but my impression was that she mumbled, "yeeeeess." I pulled her abdomen up and placed her on all 4. I continued steady strokes and slapped her butt once. She gasped and then resumed screaming. I slapped the other side more powerfully. This time, she did not react. I continued spanking her tushie for the next few minutes, alternating between her cheeks. When my palm started hurting, she began countering my slaps. The bitch enjoyed the pain!
I growled, "Slut, I think it's enough for your first night. Get ready for the finale!" Within seconds, I poured my hot lava deep into her pussy. I was extremely exhausted when I finished. I rolled to her side and tried to catch my breath.
Isabella was lifeless for 20 minutes. And then she hugged me and cried, "Leon, dear, this was the best sex ever! I knew we were meant to be together. May I sleep here with you?"
"I'll need to leave early tomorrow. How about another night?"
"I don't care if you wake me up early. I want to feel your warm body the whole night."
"Honey, it's dangerous. Your body, and especially your fantastic tits, may arouse me during the night, and I'll abuse your heavenly body again."
"That will be even better. You know, I had an idea. We should sleep in your king-size bed every night. Every odd night, you go to sleep using my large girls as pillows, and each even night, I'll place my head on your groin and use your cock as a special pacifier. What do you think?"
"Your idea will test my pecker to the limit. Both ideas are great for initializing foreplay. Do you ever want to sleep?"
She laughed, "A smart man once said that life is short, and we'll have all the time in the world to sleep when we are dead..."
