Bears, Porridge, and Honey:
A Pair of Goldilocks
Story Two---The Honey Trap: Part Two
When Phil checked in, he hadn't noticed family pictures. Now, while exploring the house, he found a photo album.
Lou was in the kitchen, making breakfast. The clang of pots and pans, and the smell of sausage filled the house; Phil's mouth watered. The photo album had few pictures, and all were black and white. They offered a few clues to the family.
One picture showed three girls, one wearing a graduation robe, Phil took to be in their early teens. The caption read 'Lou, Brunie, and Lena at Lou's fifth grade graduation'. "Fifth grade?" he thought. Louella looked thirteen at least, while the other girls looked like high school students. The caption inscribed their ages: 10, 18, and 13 respectively.
Elena had dark hair while Brunhilde's color was indeterminate. "Guess I'll have to wait to meet her," he thought.
Another picture showed the girls with a man, obviously their father. The caption read 'Johanne Gundersson and Daughters'. Johanne was a huge man, "He's where the girls got their height. They must have gotten their looks from their mother, though." Johanne was butt ugly. The picture showed a man with a craggy, pockmarked face, bulbous warty nose, and, Phil could swear, a jagged tooth protruding from his fat, wrinkled lips.
Johanne's enormous head was crowned by a frizzied, bushy, bird's nest and framed by thick wiry sideburns, leading to a sheep's wool beard.
The next picture confirmed Phil's suspicions about the mother. It showed a beautiful, voluptuous, large breasted woman with a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a straight narrow nose. The caption read 'Gudrun Gundersson, beloved mother'. "Damn!" Phil thought. "She's beautiful. What did she see in him?"
He closed the album and looked around. "It's like a creaky, old Victorian with big furniture," he thought. Everything was oversized, hardly surprising given the residents. The house was a one story with a basement. The main floor contained the living room and kitchen.
Not wanting to disturb Lou while she cooked, Phil decided to explore the basement. "Exploring the basement of a strange house, not a good idea," warned Phil's instincts. "Everything's weird already, may as well step into it further," he replied.
The passage was a well lit set of carpeted stairs. Phil found a hallway at the bottom. On one side was a wall constructed of thick bricks of frosted glass. Half way down was a sliding glass door. Phil opened the door and found himself staring at a huge vault of a bathroom.
The floor, the wall, and even the ceiling were white tiled. Three huge mirrors were set in the wall to the left. Next to each of the mirrors was a medicine cabinet; each the size of a large wardrobe. Below the cabinets were sinks, the size of small tubs, with polished chrome faucets and gleaming white porcelain. A huge toilet sat in the corner.
The right side of the bathroom contained an open shower. A deep tub, almost a small swimming pool, was set in the floor. The place was reminiscent of a Turkish bathhouse.
It took a while for Phil to notice his gaping mouth. "It's getting to be a habit with these people," he thought; and he hadn't met the other sisters yet. Everything in the house was huge. Phil felt even more diminutive. The strange part was he felt more small than naked. "If they shower here, what is their bedroom like?"
A single large door, across from the bathroom, led to the bedroom. The room was circular with three giant walk-in closets. It had all the female things, just oversized. Three giant cabinets, stocked with feminine products, jugs of perfume, and makeup stood by large mirrors, similar to the bathroom. Phil stopped to view himself. "Do I look like a statue?"
Maybe he was a little pale. He had no scars, birthmarks, or acne scars. Other than his head, and a little in his crotch, his body hair was almost non-existent. Certainly his body had no flab. Phil couldn't understand it; he never exercised and he hated sports. He could detect some muscle tone, but not that of an athlete.
Phil looked at his face. He didn't have the macho square jaw of his older brother. His chin was nice and rounded; his cheeks were smooth. Phil's eyes were wide like his mother's, "I think I got her thick lashes."
Phil's father gave him his straight blonde hair. He brushed the bangs from his forehead. His hair never seemed to get past his ears. In the back it fell no further than the nape of his neck. "I can't even grow sideburns," he thought.
He tried to find a word, a way to describe himself: "Smooth...yeah that's it." Smooth cheeked, smooth skinned, and smooth muscled...he turned around and looked at his ass, "I'm smooth there too."
"She thinks I have a nice ass. I don't know...maybe. Maybe I do look like a statue." Phil decided he was tired of 'maybe's' and turned to look at the final piece of this strange room: the enormous bed set in the middle.
It was a giant monster of a bed, larger than three king-sizes put together. The edge came to his chin. Three pillows, each as large as a fair-sized sleeping bag, sat on the mattress. "They sleep in the same bed!" he realized. "Weird," but then, he was standing naked in a women's bedroom, in a strange house. "I can't cast stones. I'm already down the rabbit hole."
'Bzzz!' "?" The sound came from above. Phil looked up and saw a speaker set in the ceiling. "Phil, wherever you are, breakfast is ready," Lou said.
Phil entered the kitchen, "You have an intercom?" Lou, setting a large mountain of pancakes and sausage on the table, replied, "It's a large house. Did you have fun?"
"Your bathroom...wow! And you sleep in the same bed?"
"Well, it's convenient for us," a new, husky voice replied.
Phil, startled, turned to the back door. Once again his bottom jaw hit the floor, "Guh!"
"Oh! Lena, you're just in time. Brunie's out front putting the tools away." Lou said.
"Her other sister's here too?" Phil asked himself. Vague and abstract thoughts were all he could muster; rationality was subsumed by the vision before him.
Elena Gudrunsdottir stepped through the door. Phil experienced a near repeat of his first meeting with Lou; 'near' because of certain marked differences.
She wore a plain, albeit large, white t-shirt and dark blue denim shorts. The shirt did little to conceal the silver dollar areolas jutting into the fabric. Elena was, impossibly, bigger than her sister. "She's got to be almost nine feet!" shocked Phil thought. "And those...double F's at least." Huge barely began to cover it.
She had a larger chest than her sister, but slightly narrower hips. Her midsection seemed thicker but her body shape suggested muscles. Elena resembled her sister in the strong jaw, large mouth, and high rosy cheekbones; but her nose was long, narrow, and straight like her mother's.
Her hair was a rich, deep, dark brown, cascading in curls to her wide, wide shoulders; and her face sported the deepest blue eyes Phil had ever seen, including his own. Her legs, like her sister's, were long and muscled, with a light dusting of dark hair.
"He doesn't say much," Elena noted. "And why's he naked?"
"Give him time," Lou replied. "And he's naked because we took his clothes to the wash. He has nothing to wear."
"Wow! Elena sounds like Virginie Ledoyen" Phil thought.
"Oh," Elena remarked. "Don't we have any...?"
"Nope. No men's. And he won't wear a dress."
"Well he's in trouble, then, 'cause three of Harry's washers broke down, right smack in the middle of cleaning. Everything has to be done over and our stuff's way down the list."
"Damn!" Lou cursed. "But we're a motel. Shouldn't we get priority?"
"We're a motel that barely gets any guests. And the Bakers' wedding is tomorrow. Their clothes get priority."
"Darn!"
Phil finally recovered his voice. "Uh...uh...um, you wouldn't have happened to see my wallet and phone, would you?"
"Oh! You mean that little thing that screwed up one of Harry's machines. Sorry it's a total loss. Don't know about your wallet. Harry's complained about some break-ins though."
"Shit!" Phil thought.
Elena looked at him, right eyebrow cocked. "You know, you look kind of cute. Maybe losing your clothes wasn't a bad thing."
"'!' (She thinks I'm cute!)"
"I hope you don't mind prancing around in your birthday suit for the next few days," Elena said, sitting at the table.
"Well....I....uh."
