[pre-story]A new chapter of Happy Birthday, hot off the presses! Cassidy accidentally draws the attention of her mom and sisters, who make a rather spectacular entrance in some extremely provocative outfits. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: All characters are 18+[/pre-story]
Happy Birthday: Chapter 12
Cassidy squirmed in John's lap as the two shared a hungry, desperate kiss, tongues coiling around each other. Her hips rolled uncontrollably, grinding her bikini-thong-covered slit against the fat bulge snaking its way down his pant leg. The pleasure that rippled through her core was woefully insufficient to quench the flames of lust that roared within her, but it at least kept her sane enough to try and undo his jeans, rather than fruitlessly tear at them like an animal. Still, her hands were shaking and fumbling with desperate haste as they struggled, first, to pop the button free, then, to pull the zipper down... In her frenzied desperation to release the monster in John's pants, Cassidy yanked at one of the flaps of denim a little too hard, and as she lost her grip, her elbow shot back, hitting the steering wheel, and John and Cassidy both jolted in surprise as the evening's quiet was pierced by a sudden blast from the car's horn. Their kiss broke as they both jumped, then froze, slowly turning their heads toward the mansion's front door.
Silently, Cassidy prayed the sound had gone unnoticed, that perhaps, miraculously, everyone in the house was listening to something very, very loud via headphones, all at the same time, right at this second, instead of waiting for John to arrive... There was no chance, but she still felt a little disappointed when the double doors flew open and her mom and sisters strutted out to meet them. As the three women stepped into the moonlit night, they set off the motion sensor, and all at once, dozens of lights flicked on, illuminating the front porch and the walkway leading to the driveway like a catwalk. Amy, Janice, and Lynn strutted down the illuminated walkway like they were modeling fashion in Paris, though, between their incredibly sexy bodies and their revealing outfits, they seemed more 'stripper chic' than 'high fashion'.
As the trio approached the car, John couldn't help but take note. Janice caught his eye first, the half-mexican beauty's deep brown eyes meeting his as she flashed him a bright smile and a wave, though he couldn't tell if it was just friendly or flirty. She'd gone for a glamorous look, her nails and lips both painted a glittery silver that made them pop against her deep tan skin, a silver ring looping through one side of her nose, and her long, wavy, dark brown hair falling around her shoulders in an 'effortless' way, concealing the gauged loops in her ears.
Janice's outfit was perhaps the most coverage of them all, and it wasn't even solid fabric. Her top was basically a triangle of white mesh, studded with evenly-spaced silvery gems, connected to a thick gem-studded choker at the neck and a string at the bottom that wrapped around her ribcage, just below the swell of her chest, and tied in the back. The sheer material was stretched almost completely transparent over her twin, volleyball-sized tits, the round, firm globes riding high and proud on her relatively slender chest, the pattern of gemstones warped beyond recognition by the sheer size of her bust, her 'modesty' maintained only by a pair of white pasties underneath that covered her nipples. Glancing down, John had to appreciate her tight, toned body, noting the gentle ripple of abs beneath the smooth, naturally-perfectly-tanned skin of her stomach. A pair of diamond studs gleamed just above her hip bones, drawing John's eyes down until he took note of her 'panties'. They were little more than straps, three thick white strips that looped from one hip, down between her legs, then up and around the other hip before crossing between her legs again, weaving through each other as they crossed over, forming a woven panel that only barely covered her slit, leaving most of her smooth-shaven mound exposed, and even offering glimpses of skin through the gaps between strips. Long, shapely legs with subtly toned thighs carried Janice down the walkway, winding straps that ran up and down her calves leading the eye down to a pair of strappy heels, her toenails painted silver.
Lynn sported a darker, more aggressive look. Her makeup was dark and smoky, contrasting nicely with her pale skin, her eyeliner swept into elegant wings to emphasize their usually-subtle almond shape, her full lips painted a dark, glossy purple as they quirked into a cocky smirk. Her hair was long and naturally straight, and very dark brown, nearly black, at the root, fading to a warmer brown toward the ends, but she'd put a little loose curl into it and let it hang loose, cascading over her shoulders and down her back. Her ears were hidden, but John knew they sported gauged loops and at least two studs each, positioned along the outer edge... He couldn't see her tongue, either, but he knew from experience she had a pair of barbells in it, and that she knew how to use them. She also had a tattoo on her ass, heavily stylized script labelling her 'Slut', with a forked tail coming off the S and curling around to underline the word.
Lynn was the shortest of her sisters by a couple inches, despite being the oldest, but she compensated with a pair of towering, glossy black platform heels that let her match Janice's height, her heel lifted so high she was practically on tiptoe. Lynn's outfit, if it even could be considered an outfit, was nothing more than straps of black leather, maybe an inch wide, studded every few inches with silvery studs. A strap came down over each shoulder and down to her chest, each passing over one of her dusky pink nipples before continuing down. Despite being shorter and more petite than Janice, Lynn's tits were just as big, a pair of hefty, volleyball-sized mounds that looked even more impressive on her slender frame. The studded leather straps were pushed forward by the sheer size of her tits, barely touching her ribs but pulled tight across her bountiful bust, sinking into the soft flesh just enough to make the pillowy mounds bulge around them slightly. The straps met at her bellybutton, cinched together with a wide steel ring, before running down between her legs and disappearing out of sight, barely covering the teenager's smooth-shaven slit. A single misstep could have spread those straps apart and bared her lips to the world... but knowing Lynn, she'd have done it on purpose.
Aunt Amy strode down the makeshift runway, the tall, perfectly-tanned milf looking like a goddess of sex, long, silky black hair flowing behind her as she moved. Purple eyeshadow gave her green eyes a smolder as she shot John a sultry look, her plump, soft lips painted a deep, glossy red, the finest pair of dick sucking lips in the world quirked into a suggestive smirk as she approached the car. Her blush was contoured to emphasize her pronounced cheekbones, giving her a sort of regal, dignified look, her features framed by golden hoop earrings dangling from her ears.
