This story appears with special thanks to McKenna for making it readable.
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Bruce noticed the crowd of boys leaning against cars by the curb in front of the convenience store when he went in. He never liked seeing guys just hanging around looking for trouble. He usually minded his on business, but the sound of a young woman in distress alarmed him. He left his purchase on the store counter and went out to investigate.
A young woman was being pushed around between the thugs while they grabbed at her backside. The hoard laughed hardily. One of the gang members pulled up the back of the girl's dress and grabbed her butt-cheeks.
Bruce ran up behind the young man holding on to the woman's ass, and spun him around. He hit the man in the nose with a straight punch, knocking him to the ground. Another man jumped across the hood of one of the cars to help and kicked one of the other men in the side of the head. Bruce pulled the young woman behind him as he swung, hitting one man and then another. The other man helped Bruce pound the gang; swinging, hitting, and kicking them until the sounds of police sirens filled the air.
Bruce, the young woman, and the man that came to help ran in the opposite direction of the thugs. No one seemed to want to deal with the police. Bruce slowed to a walk as they rounded a corner.
"Hey, thanks for helping out my sister," the young man said to Bruce. He held out his hand.
"No problem," Bruce said, shaking the young man's hand.
"I'm Josh, and this is my sister Sarah," Josh introduced himself.
"Bruce," he replied, shaking Sarah's hand and trying not to stare at her overly exposed cleavage.
"Since these gangs started popping up people can barely go to the store anymore," Josh said. "Most people wouldn't help like you did."
"I know what you mean," Bruce said. "A group of them harassed my mom about a month ago. I'd been looking for the chance to pound the shit out of them anyways. Are you okay?" He asked Sarah.
"Yeah, it's an old dress anyway," Sarah said, trying to see how to close her top before giving up.
Sarah's dress sagged allowing the tops of her high lifted braless breasts to show. Bruce kept his attention on the direction they were walking, though he occasionally looked back to see if they were being followed. "Hey, where do you guys live?" he asked.
"Cross Landings," Sarah said pointing in the direction of the subdivision.
"I live here at the Falls," Bruce said. "You'll want to hang out at my place for a while, so we don't run into those punks? My mom should be there, she's cool."
Josh looked at his sister who nodded. "Yeah, there's no telling what those guys might try," Josh answered.
Bruce led the way on the path over into the apartment complex of Greenwood Falls. It was one of the last all-adult apartment complexes left in the area. Bruce shared a two bedroom apartment with his mother. She was a bank teller and he was taking a year off before college.
"Oh my god Bruce!" Karen, Bruce's mother, exclaimed when she noticed the mark on his face as he walked through the doorway.
"Ah, it's nothing mom," Bruce replied, giving his mother a hug.
Karen saw Sarah's torn dress. "My god, are you okay?" she asked the girl. "What exactly happened?" She pulled Sarah into the kitchen and began wiping the dirt marks off the girl's skin left by the thugs' greasy hands.
Bruce offered Josh a beer, which he accepted. "Some guys outside the store were messing with Sarah before Josh and I showed up. We kicked their butts," Bruce said giving Josh a high five before settling down on the sofa with his new-found friend.
"Bruce, that's why we have police," Karen admonished.
"Where were they when those guys were messing with you?" Bruce asked his mother.
"I don't want you going out trying to get some kind of revenge," Karen said. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"He handled himself really well," Josh spoke up in Bruce's defense.
Karen went over to Josh and lifted his chin. "Like you did," she said wiping a mark off the side of Josh's face that he hadn't felt until she touched it.
Josh's eyes widened. At this angle, he was unable to avoid looking down Karen's low-cut top at her big, braless tits. He had managed to avoid staring at her tiny shorts, but her tits were right in his face. He glanced over at Bruce who gave him a knowing nod, back at the exposure, and then up at Karen who glanced down at her tits and then smiled at him before moving.
"Why don't you guys just stick to chasing girls and getting high like other boys your age," Karen said going back to the kitchen. When she came back she offered Sarah a wine cooler.
"Mom, I think about other things than chasing girls," Bruce said, though his voice carried little conviction.
"What? Catching them," Karen laughed along with Sarah.
"Yep," Sarah chimed in.
Bruce and Josh laughed.
"It's because beautiful women like you keep us so hyped," Bruce said, reaching up to pop his mother's barely covered butt-cheeks.
Sarah and Josh looked at each other, surprised.
"It's what you like to see, right?" Karen said facing Josh.
"Yes, ma'am," Josh said.
"Honey, don't look at my tits and then call me ma'am," Karen chuckled. "You make me feel old. Call me Karen."
Sarah and Bruce laughed.
"I told you my mom was cool," Bruce said.
"You sure are Karen," Josh said dropping his eyes to her very pronounced camel toe.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of," Karen said pinching his face. "You can look as much as you like. It's not like I get any privacy anyway."
Sarah tried again to fix her top. Karen turned around and took Sarah to her bedroom to help straighten out her dress.
"Man," Josh exclaimed as Karen's butt-cheeks shook from side to side in a dramatic fashion as she left the living room.
"It's cool having a hot mom," Bruce said.
"Yeah, my mom's okay, but not like yours," Josh said. "My mom is shy. She would never wear shorts like those in front of anyone."
"Sarah's pretty hot," Bruce said. "I bet you get girls coming up to you, just because she's your sister."
"Yeah, but not the kind that I like," Josh said. "Those girls are Barbie-Bubble-Head-Dolls."
Bruce laughed and nodded. "My mom is more like my bestfriend," he said. "We've always been tight. She don't mind you checking her out. You might even get lucky."