Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction and does not reflect the views or values of the author, nor does the author endorse any of the actions of the fictional characters herein. If you are having thoughts or urges pertaining to the abuse of a real human being, please seek psychological treatment urgently before you harm anyone. The actions contained within this work of fiction are reprehensible and evil, but are written here for purposes of pure escapism and fantasy. All characters are at least 18 years of age.
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Bob sunk slowly into the hot bubbles with a pleased groan, "Uuughh, that fucking hits the spot, don't it?" He asked his younger brothers who were already half asleep in his brand new jacuzzi. Jason opened his eyes a crack and grunted in the affirmative, not bothering to move his massive hairy arms that were resting comfortably on the ledge to either side of him. Bob would normally have shoved the fat oaf aside, but he was pleased to note that there was still plenty of room for him to stretch out himself. The leg room was a bit cramped, since all three brothers were on the tall side, but Bob didn't let it bother him, this was the first weekend off he'd had in weeks, and he was gonna enjoy it damnit. Earl was quietly sipping his beer and staring through the hedges at the teenage girls splashing around in the pool.
Bob noticed his brother's gaze resting on his daughter, Lacey, who was celebrating her 18th birthday. Her bright red hair fell in messy wet curls around her tanned shoulders and the water droplets and her hazel eyes sparkled with teenage mischief as she splashed her friends. There were a couple boys at the party as well; skinny little runts with poorly disguised lust in their eyes, trying to hide their boners under the water as the girls bounced and jiggled in their skimpy little bikinis right within their reach, but outside of their grasp. Bob frowned and decided no more boys in his pool; he didn't like the way they were all looking at Lacey like a piece of meat, and she was clearly too naive to realize what they were thinking. He'd have to have a talk with his son later about inviting his pervy little friends over.
"Something on your mind Earl?" he asked his brother, snapping him out of his trance.
"N- no, just enjoying the water. Hell of a contraption you got here Bob, must've cost you a pretty penny." Bob smiled at the compliment.
"Yeah, got a fat bonus this year at the office and thought I'd treat myself— Jeanette keeps asking for a new dishwasher, but hell I deserve something nice too, I fuckin make all the damn money." The brothers grunted in agreement.
"Speaking of Jeanette," Jason started, "where is that hot young wife of yours?" As if on cue, his wife emerged from the house wearing a gauzy white sundress which showed off her bright red bikini and thick round ass underneath, balancing a tray of margaritas, fresh from the kitchen.
"Hi guys, anyone interested in a refresher? I just whipped them up" Jeanette smiled sweetly and crouched down to offer up the drinks.
"Thanks babe," Bob grinned, "why don't you come in and join us?" Jeanette hesitated for a moment before timidly shaking her head 'no'.
"I've got to clean up the house a bit, the kids left quite a mess... maybe later?" She offered hesitantly.
"Sure babe, why don't you get to that..." Bob replied dismissively as the timid blonde hurried off back to the house.
"Damn... bob, one of these days you're gonna tell us how you landed that sweet young thing. I can't believe she'd go for an old fart like you!" Jason said, licking his lips as he watched his sister in law scurry away.
"Well, it's been long enough, maybe I will tell you," Bob replied mysteriously.
"Oh c'mon, you can't just leave us hanging like that! What's the story?" Jason prodded.
"Alright, ill tell you guys— but you both have to promise to keep your fat mouths shut, you hear?" The pair nodded in assent. "Well it all started when I started that first intern gig at the firm— remember uncle Lester used to be the senior VP there? Well he got me this cushy gig the summer after I got fired from the newspaper, and we all knew I'd be a shoe-in for the next round of hiring, all I had to do was fetch coffee and not get in the way for a few months. Well it was fucking boring, I'll tell ya— and there was this asshole who always had a problem with me, telling everyone I'd only gotten the gig 'cuz of my uncle and how lazy I was, blah blah.
" So, Anyway, one week my uncle goes outta town for some big meeting, and leaves me the keys to his office so I can sort his mail and shit while he's gone and take his calls. Worked out just fine for me because I found the keys to his liquor cabinet the first day and spent the rest of the day and the next fucking hammered, crank calling my buddies from sigma phi and a couple ex girlfriends. Eventually that got boring so I wandered over to the break room to grab some coffee and donuts, and sitting right there by the window is the prettiest damn thing you ever saw. Hair in this high little ponytail, plaid skirt and tiny waist. She didn't look a day over 18 but holy fuck she was the hottest piece of ass I've ever laid my eyes on.
"So I walk up to her and make conversation— turns out she's that assholes daughter— perfect. I convince her that I'm the Senior VP, and great friends with her dad, and ask her if she wants to see the view from my office. She was flattered by the attention so she comes along..."
