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CAUTION -- This chapter and those that follow include ladyboy / trans characters. If that bothers you, go read something else. This won't make much sense unless you read the previous chapters first.
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We arrived in Aruba around lunch time, and Mom introduced us in the hotel lobby. "My sexy big fiancΓ©e Lars here is a professional strongman. Only four have ever heaved a caber farther, and he almost won the last tower stone run."
At a bit over six feet (190cm) Dad and I were tall, but Lars was taller yet and outweighed each of us by at least 30 muscular kilos (70 pounds).
My father and I asked, "What?"
Lars explained, "The caber toss and tower rock events! You lift a 70-kilo (150 pound) log and throw it as far as you can, and carry a 100 kilo (220 pound) boulder up and down a five-story tower." He was annoyed the rest of us were unfamiliar. "You never watched 'Europe's Strongest Burly Strongman'?"
Most of us shook our heads. Little Leslie seemed afraid of him, but I noticed Priscilla lick her lips slightly while she stared at his huge arms. Mom smoothed things over with, "I have the last three championships on video. We'll watch tonight. But there's something more important we should discuss first."
Mom led us to a hotel room upstairs and opened the door, and the three Latina hotties inside caught my attention. We followed Mom in as she explained, "Lars and our pretty triplet girlfriends here, Maribel, Maria, and Bella have an immigration problem. To live in the US, they need to marry an American." The three beautiful caramel-colored sisters all gazed at me intently, and I struggled to tear my gaze away from their impressive breasts. Mom continued, "I was hoping you'd marry one of them, Karl."