My stepdaughter has massive hooters. I married her mother largely because of her above average endowments, along side her lovely soul. But her daughters chest weapons have become truly a miracle.
She was 18 years old and had been staying with her father until just yesterday. He was selling the old family house and moving in to fix up a mansion for his next wife, current fiancee. My stepdaughter couldn't break a nail so she wouldnt be caught dead on a multiyear dwelling/construction site. so here she is with us.
Yesterday she arrived late at night announced by a phonecall from her when she was 10 minutes away. I have not seen her in the two years since our wedding ceremony. Back then she was like a bratty mini version of my wife that was very much not happy about the whole situation. My wife is a beauty, the apple of my eye and her daughter was overly dramatic, overly done with makeup and with hair overly hand cut and hastily fixed at an emergency hairdresser. She paled compared to my lovely wife. Her skin was paler and her tits. Well her tits were impressive for her age but just that. Now she's older, I can still say that they're impressive but...
I was now sitting across from her while my wife cooked breakfast.
"Hey, what a night huh, I didn't know where else I could turn to. I tried to go back home but there's no furniture. The electricity had also already been cut." My stepdaughter said, arm wedged on the table with her head held as if her neck was only decoration. That arm wasn't only wedged there, it was quite snuggly wedged into her right tit. A pair of tits leaning on the table in a tanktop. There was simply no room for them to not be in contact with that arm or the table.
My stepdaughter wasnt still, she was like a spinningtop running out of energy. Her head held up and moving like a ball descending down a funnel, around and around she cycled in a slightly irregular manner. With certain jumps to emphasise while talking. I mentioned her right arm was wedged. That meant that every small bit of movement of her head moved her torso in a wave. A wave, a jiggle, it was like I was watching ocean waves breaking on an island, then pull back to reflect back out into the expansive ocean. Just as the waves would never stop, that damn jiggle didn't either.
"I can't have my baby being cold, you're welcome to stay in the spare bedroom. You've always been welcome here." My wife said while turning over the bacon one hand wedged on her waist. "We talked about it last night and you can do whatever you want with the room but no boys." Some oil from the bacon popped and tried to land of my wifes sweater puppies but was stopped by a frilly apron that entirely protected her chest.
The mountainous valley in front of me was not protected. It was far away from the danger of the oil and far away from being protected and completely enclosed away from sight. It was like a deadly abyss that could ruin all my happiness, everything I had worked for in my last 2 years of wedded bliss. That cavern wasn't even halfway exposed, but i could still lose my head and my life in there.
"You mean it, I can stay as long as I want? Thanks mommy. It's such a bore with papa. Everything is so dirty there." My stepdaughter exhaled with a sharp exhale "I could barely breathe there." That breath didnt seem to stop as it jiggled out like a kingly wave. The arm slipped on the table and slightly gave way to the force. Those tits didn't seem to know that the sharp breath had ended and just continued the motion. Searing the memory into their form.
"You can breathe well here, that jasmine you love so much should flower soon. You can see it in all its beauty from the bedroom window." My wife said while taking some flour from the kitchen cupboard. She was dancing around the kitchen, happy about all of this. She had planted those on purpose, hoping to entice her baby over. Enticement was certainly happening right now. She was moving between several things at once, her eyes always on what was needed next.
My eyes moved up and caught her lazy irritation bleed over to contention. A growing grin adorned her face as she relaxed as if she was a cat that had found a comfy spot. Eyes half lidded she opened her mouth and ran her tounge along her upper lip as if having a change of thought.
From the left it meandered across to the other side but didn't quite make it. She bit her bottom lip and moved.
It started from her eyes closing. Her other arm, previously hanging under the table somewhere was raising and her back was arching. From her bottom the movement blossomed out. Lower back tensed and started to erect her spine. Mid back, she started breathing in deeply.
Chest expanding with morning air, her head was no longer supported and swiveled back.
That arm fully extended as her neck started actually functioning as it slowly pulled and stretched tightly from one side to the other. "Hmmmmooh" she half yawned and moaned. The elbow bent and she scatched her scalp gently. During all of this it was like the moon was rising, my eye followed all the motions and she pulled her self high and taught. The other hand had found itself falling into that treacherous cleavage. As she found energy in the arm she hooked of fingers. Her right shoulder rolled around in its socket. As a consequence, those fingers dragged and dug into protesting flesh. Along the exposed skin they continued to drag along and like the red sea parting, the tit seemed to lay out a path to welcome further abuse.
