It all began when my close friend, who was like an older brother to me, got married. I used to visit their house frequently, even after his wife joined his family.
I never felt any attraction towards her. She had a healthy and curvaceous body, with ample meat in her breasts and buttocks. She was a D Cup, as far as I could notice. However, I always held her in high regard, treating her with the respect I would give to an elder sister.
As time passed and they welcomed their child, she matured further. At 32 years old, her figure became even more voluptuous, not only in her breasts and buttocks but also in her arms, legs, and thighs. She possessed a desirable "thicc" physique, resembling a combination of Kylie Jenner's features while embracing the alluring thickness of Bryce Dallas Howard. You could easily say that her breasts size went from D to DDD.
Now, let me provide some basic information about myself. My name is Patrick Hard, and I stand at 5'9" in height. I am 26. My brother, Vincent, is the husband of the remarkable woman I'm describing, whose name is Kylie Moaner.
On a sunny morning, my brother had left for work and wouldn't return until late in the evening. Fortunately, he took their child along, allowing me some much-needed time alone with Kylie.
I needed to visit Kylie's house to retrieve my bag. I rang the doorbell, and Kylie greeted me with her usual modesty. She was known for revealing as less skin as possible.
She was dressed in a lovely floral loose dress that extended down to her feet, with sleeves reaching her elbows. Though the neckline wasn't too revealing, I couldn't help but notice the outline of her generously endowed breasts. Despite the loose fit of the dress, her ample curves were still discernible.
However, my purpose for being there was solely to collect my bag.
I asked, "Kylie, the bag?"
Kylie replied, "Yes, he informed me about it." She was referring to her husband, who was also my best friend, and also my brother.
Kylie turned and invited me inside, saying, "Come in and take it."
Regardless of the loose dress she wore, there was no concealing her massive ass that could easily park ten dicks inside. Although I wished I was lucky like brother to fuck her, I knew it would go against ethical boundaries and jeopardize my friendship.
Kylie guided me to the bag, and once I had it in my possession, I bid her farewell, saying, "Okay, bye. I'll catch up with you later."
I was genuinely going, but then she said, "I made some tea, if you wanna take a sip."
It wasn't a gesture with any ulterior motives; she simply cared for me like a younger brother. She was known for her culinary skills, so it was her way of showing kindness.
We took our seats on opposite couches and quietly sipped our tea. The atmosphere was filled with silence, creating an awkward moment between us.
Kylie broke the silence, asking, "How's the tea?"
