Author's Note: This is a fictional story and all characters engaging in any kind of sexual activity are over the age of 18 years.
This is the second part of the story, The Anderson Women, and I strongly advise that you read the first part before continuing. I couldn't find an editor to advice me so I broke the story in two parts as it was running too long and it's become slow and plot-heavy.
Intro:
Vanessa Anderson: Mike's stepmother.
Deborah Anderson: Vanessa's sister-in-law.
Julie and Sarah Anderson: Deborah's daughters, with Sarah being elder by three years.
Mike, 26, returns home after being away for a good few years. His best friends Robin and Phil had an accident and he takes the responsibility of their son Joe. Mike's father, George, wants him to take over the business and he reluctantly agrees. Vanessa, Sarah, and Deborah are thrilled because of his return but not so much Julie, his cousin, and first love.
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(Part 1A)
Mike's eyes ran over her figure. Illuminated by the evening sun, her brown hair had a shade of red in them. Red suited her, he thought to himself. He very quickly set a reminder on his phone to gift her red dress, which she can wear the next time they went out for dinner or movies.
"Even in blue..." he murmured.
She had his blue t-shirt on, the same as the color of her eyes. He watched her silently as she stood in wait for the coffee to be ready. Her long legs were bare as she only had a single cloth on her body, his t-shirt. To take out the cups, she bent in an angle and gave him a clear view of her bottoms.
A smile crept upon his face as he observed the little red mark by the edge of her round cheek. He couldn't help himself from releasing a low growl as he recalled the feel of her soft, smooth flesh held against his palm. His "print" on her fair skin looked especially vibrant.
She turned around to wag her finger at him, aware of his lustful gaze. His dick hardened at the sexy gesture. He never had realized that a simple finger-wag could do that to him. With a small shake of her head, she went back to humming her tune even as she poured herself a cup.
Mike shifted in his chair to let his hardness breath. He tried to focus on her voice, to figure out the song, but gave up just as soon, because he realized he didn't have enough restraint to move his mind away from her butt and he didn't have to. It was only them at the moment, alone and free. Unconsciously, his hand slid down to his organ.
A small chuckle of hers made him lift his eyes from her wondrous ass. She had turned around to face him, sipping her coffee slowly. Their gazes clashed with each other. She then glanced down to his crotch to catch him brushing his hand over his tent and raised her eyebrow to him.
He felt a little embarrassed at first. To be spotted by her with his dick in his hand, still felt unusual and weird, no matter how much time had passed or how their relationship had changed. He couldn't see her lips as she had held her cup in front of them; nevertheless, he assumed she must have been smiling from the way her eyes had stretched.
He felt emboldened by that and his hands, which hadn't stopped their motion, gripped it hard over the cloth. She laughed heartedly. He watched her attentively, he watched her breasts, and he watched them jiggle. They were more than a handful; he couldn't get enough of them. Bite marks, hickeys and the like, he was sure he would find them if she lifted the t-shirt.
"Just one peek," he signaled with his expressions.
She shook her head in denial, a playful smile on her lips. Then suddenly her eyes widened, in warning to him, as he had crossed the few feet that had separated him from her to hold those flesh peaks, to claim them, her.
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(Part 2)
Two women were sat at the relatively quiet corner table of the bustling coffee place. Both of them were impeccably dressed for an early morning get together and were the subjects of more than a few admiring gazes. They didn't seem to mind all the attention and were also silent themselves. There was an air of suspense in between them and the tension was mounting by the minute. Nonetheless, they both kept their eyes off of the other, their thoughts to themselves, as if waiting for the other to break the silence.
Ashley looked up to her friend. She was staring out the glass, across the street, like there was the world's most interesting show going on the empty lot. She flicked the blonde strand of her hair behind her ear in a nonchalant way and doing an impressive job of ignoring the piercing gaze on herself. This action of hers made Ashley inwardly sigh at the beauty of her friend. But there were more pressing matters than to laud each others' faces at the moment.
"Julie..."
Ashley couldn't hold herself back and said the first words after the shocking revelation made by Julie.
"Hmmm... what?"
"Are you serious?" An incredulous look came upon Ashley's face as she watched the lazy demeanor of her friend.
"You
know
what..." she continued after taking a deep breath, "You don't expect me to believe its true, right? I mean, how could you?"
"Yes, it's true. I slept with Mike... so what?"
"But, but..."
"I know. I know! Dammit, I know!"
They both turned silent once again after a few of the customers had started staring their way at Julie's raised voice.
Ashley took a long look at her friend. She knew she was biased but even then she had to admit that Julie was one of the best-looking people she had ever seen. Julie was tall, with a well-proportioned figure. Though she didn't have the biggest of breasts, neither was she a slouch; rather she made up for more than it in the ass department. But most of all she had style, and she had it in abundance. Her oval face and her deep brown eyes, with locks of her strawberry-blonde hair falling over them, were enough to take anyone's breath away.
Being with her for so long, Ashley had watched boys and men go through ridiculous things just to get Julie's attention, just for her to glance at them, just to get her to agree to a date with them. So she never did understand why Julie always found it hard to get in a good, healthy relationship. And now this thing, it was on a whole another level.
"It isn't as if you are actually related..." Ashley thought out loud after a few minutes.
"Yeah, if we really think about it you don't seem to have done anything wrong!"
Suddenly she seemed thrilled by the idea. Ashley let out a creepy stifle and smirked at her friend, her eyes carrying a hint of playfulness.
Julie understood this was her friend trying to calm her down. But she knew it wasn't as simple as that. The things that happened and those that remained unsaid weren't so easy to resolve. She couldn't believe to just turn up at his door today and not find him expectant.
"It's not so simple," she sighed.
"I don't even know exactly how I feel or how should I feel... It's a mess."
"But then why did you do it?"
Julie scoffed, "Finally you ask? Dying to know?"
Ashley giggled unashamedly and whispered leaning in, "I mean he
is
your cousin after all."
Julie had to shake her head at Ashley's reaction. She could be both serious and playful at the same time which confused her many a times.
Julie turned her eyes away after she took a sip of her coffee which had almost gone cold. She replayed the events of last night in her head and then her mind went back to the week Mike came home. It all seemed a long time ago, but barely a month had passed.
"I don't know but I blame him!"
"And Sarah!"
