INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER - Can there ever be a selfless good deed, or are all good deeds selfish in some say? Sean Kelly, an ordinary guy living in Melbourne, Australia might have some claim to the most selfless good deed apart from self-sacrifice. He agrees to take on his best friend Adam's fat, crazy, mooching, trainwreck of an older sister Zoe as a housemate, when she has driven both Adam and his wife Emily, a hot-tempered hottie, insane with her antics while living in their spare room.
But does Sean have a secret motivation that makes his good deed not selfless, but one of the most selfish of all time? Read this series of stories to find out, and meet the four main characters who each display the four very different personality types - melancholic Sean, sanguine Zoe, phlegmatic Adam and choleric Emily.
Please be aware that these stories are extremely graphic BBW/fat girl fetish stories, and includes female characters using the toilet and having their periods. If these themes are not your thing, please consider whether you want to read these stories. All characters and events are fictional, with any similarity to real persons living or dead coincidental and unintentional. Only characters aged 18 or over engage in sexual activity.
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I pulled my van to a halt in the driveway of my friend Adam Xavier's house and retrieved my tools from the back. I glanced up at the sky. Melbourne was delivering us a nice autumn Saturday and while the weather in the Victorian capital can change very quickly the forecast for today was good.
It wasn't usual for me to work on a Saturday, but Adam and his wife Emily needed two power-points replacing and I was happy to help them out, given Adam and I had been best friends since early childhood. I could hear their son Connor and daughter Rose playing outside in their back yard as I walked towards the front door and pressed the doorbell, their dog barking at the sound.
Adam answered the door, and I noticed straight away the stressed look on his face as he ran his hand through his red hair. "Cheer up, it may never happen," I said.
"Mate, it happened 40-years-ago on one side, and 37-years-ago on the other side," Adam sighed, as he stepped onto the porch and closed the front screen door. "I spent as much time at work as I could but eventually the time came when I had to head home."
I knew Adam often spent long hours at work at his job as an IT engineer when stressed at home, and having visited his workplace I couldn't say I blamed him. It was one of those cool modern offices where everybody dressed in casual clothes every day, could play pool or ping-pong or video games and had meetings in bean-bags. "The girls aren't getting along any better I take it?" I asked.
"That's an understatement," said Adam. "Have you heard that when you put two or more women together in the same house, their menstrual cycles synchronize?"
"It's not something I really like to think about," I said, wondering why Adam was talking about periods, when like most guys we normally avoided this topic like the plague.
"Yeah Sean, because you're lucky getting to live all by yourself," said Adam. "It was that week this week for both Emily and Zoe, and I thought they would kill each other, or me if I got between them. Its all-clear now -- ladies' time is over for another month - but it feels like a deep freeze in the house. Have you got anything warm to wear in your van? You might need it."
"If it's a bad time, maybe I should come back another day?" I suggested.
"No Sean, you being here might stop me murdering that stupid friend of yours I married and that sister of his," came Emily's voice from the other side of the screen door.
We turned around somewhat startled at the sudden appearance of her petite figure, Emily having opened the door. A health and fitness fanatic, stunningly attractive with a perfect olive complexion and a pretty, doll-like face, Emily was dressed in a pink sports top and black leggings, her long dark brown hair tied back with a pony-tail. She had not put on her running shoes and socks yet so was therefore barefoot. Emily's day job was as a geologist, but she would teach group fitness classes on a casual basis.
"Hi honey, I didn't see you there," Adam said with a nervous smile, Emily fixing him a glare with her cold brown eyes.
"Clearly," snapped Emily. "So remind me Adam, how long did you say Zoe would be staying with us, and how long it has actually been?"
"Come on sweetie, let's not go there again," said Adam, as Emily's slim little body seethed with rage. I backed away, feeling deeply uncomfortable. Emily and Adam had been married over ten years and most of the time Emily was great, but put her near Adam's older sister Zoe and it was a very different story.
"Yes, let's go there Adam," said Emily. "She got herself kicked out of the place she was renting from your cousin, by your parents, and by one of her friends from AA."
"Um, Emily, you know you're not supposed to talk about Zoe going to AA, the whole anonymous thing ..." began Adam, before his wife cut him off.
"Really Adam? That's where you draw the line, me talking about your sister having a drinking problem? Everyone in every country from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe knows Zoe has a drinking problem thanks to her antics and her love affair with social media."
"In Zoe's defense, she hasn't had a drink in some years," said Adam.
Emily fumed. "Yes, you seem to defend her a lot."
"Well, Zoe is my sister. You don't hear me criticizing your brother or sister."
"That's because Chris is a normal person who is married and lives with his wife and son and daughter in Geelong. Lisa is also a normal person who is married and lives with her husband and son and daughter living in a normal house in a normal suburb where only normal things happen. Neither of them are living for free in our spare room, unemployed and sitting around doing nothing all day except for being a bad influence on Connor and Rose! Anyway, I don't know why you try to help her. It's not like she was all that nice to you when you were growing up. She acted like you didn't exist most of the time."
"Emily, I don't like this any more than you do but Zoe won't be living with us forever."
"Really Adam? I can't remember a fucking time when she wasn't here!" Emily paced in frustration, as I wished I could fade away to invisibility to escape the awkward silence of the feuding spouses. Along the hallway, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing then the taps running, before the lavatory door opened and the source of the dispute -- Zoe Yvette Xavier -- emerged from the bathroom, walking towards us on her bare feet.
Despite the fact that it was a nice day and well into the Saturday morning, Zoe was still wearing her nightwear -- a pair of long pink pajamas. Her long blonde hair hung down loose over her shoulders, and she carried her mobile phone, texting as she walked, stopping momentarily to adjust her panties through her pajamas, and I caught the slightest glimpse of her lilac colored, full-brief knickers as she adjusted the waist band of her pajamas.
Failing to acknowledge her brother, sister-in-law and myself, Zoe walked right by us and deposited the considerable bulk of her 40-year-old body onto the living room couch, continuing to text. Zoe was a big girl -- a very big girl -- and getting bigger with each passing year. She was naturally tall -- six feet tall when barefoot - and had big boobs, but her plus-sized bottom, chubby legs and expanded stomach were the result of eating too much of the wrong foods while taking too little exercise. However, while Zoe was undeniably overweight she at worst was mildly obese. If sitting next to her on a train, bus or a tram one would notice that she was overweight, but she was not so big as to remember it hours later and recount it to another person. She would certainly have no issues on a plane, or getting on a ride at a theme park. Another thing about Zoe was that despite her weight and other issues she had retained the good looks of her younger years and had an exceptionally pretty face with big blue eyes. She looked closer to the age of 30 rather than 40.
Adam and Emily walked into the living room. I stayed in the hallway to get my tools organized before setting to work on the power-points, but could see and hear everything that was going on, not that I really wanted to.
"Zoe, maybe it would be a good idea if you got dressed and did something today?" Adam suggested.
Zoe rolled her eyes and sighed, her passive-aggressive demeanor designed to get on the nerves of her brother and sister-in-law. "I'm good here, thank you."
"Come on Zoe, it's a nice day how about you catch a train into Melbourne and enjoy a day in the city?" said Adam. "Or how about I give you a lift over to Mum and Dad's, and you can spend some time with Jake and Lily?"
