Arrivals (Day 1, Part 2)

Zack stared at the busty blond sitting on his bed, and she gave him a seductive smile.

“Hey, Zacky. I heard you and I are roomies.” Hannah teased.

Hannah Woodsen was 21, just like Zack’s older sister, Taylor. She had long wavy blond hair, light blue eyes like her mother and her sister, and a bountiful bosom that she loved to show off, along with her curvy bubble butt.

“Uh… I- I thought I was r-rooming with Chloe.” Zack said, already a stuttering mess around Hannah. Great.

“You are. But you’re also rooming with me and your big sis. You’ll be sharing a bed with your redheaded friend, though.” Hannah explained.

That was at least a minor relief, to know he wasn’t going to have to endure nights sharing a bed with Hannah.

Zack doubted sharing a room with her would be much easier, but small victories.

“G-gotcha.” Zack said, hating the stupid stammer in his voice, but he couldn’t get rid of it!

“Han, who are you talking to?” Taylor called from the bathroom. Zack realized abruptly the shower had shut off, but he’d been too busy ogling the blond in the room to notice.

“Your little brother!” Hannah called back.

The door abruptly opened and out came Taylor Bishop, Zack’s elder sister, dressed only in a towel, with her hair wet and frizzy.

Taylor was a tall girl, with long wavy dark brown hair, icy-blue eyes just like Zack’s, medium sized breasts, and a toned ass. Taylor, much like Mia, had failed to inherit the family trait of big breasts.

“You better not be toying with him.” Taylor chided Hannah. Taylor had a bit of a rasp to her voice, which always made her words sound a bit sultry. Zack never thought anything of it for years, until his friend Leon (the horny guy of the group) mentioned how sexy Taylor’s voice was.

“I’m not! I’m not toying with you, am I, Zacky?” Hannah appealed. Despite her words, whenever Hannah said ‘Zacky’ it always had a flirtatious lilt to it, but Zack wasn’t stupid enough to think that that meant anything.

“Uh, n-no. You’re not toying with m-me, Hannah.” Zack said, trying his damndest to not stutter, to no avail, it seemed.

“See?” Hannah said triumphantly.

Taylor put her hands on her towel-covered hips. Zack was trying hard not to notice how much of his sister’s long, smooth legs were on display. Despite Leon being the horny one in the group, Zack was more of the closeted pervert of the group.

He was a nice guy who didn’t treat women like shit like some of the guys in his high school, but Zack’s weakness was pretty girls. He couldn’t help but look at any exposed skin, a trait that hadn’t gotten him in trouble yet, but assuredly would someday.

Zack **** himself to look away from Taylor’s legs, and his eyes instead met Hannah’s, and he looked away from there, too.

“Zacky, let’s head down to the living room while Taylor gets dressed.” Hannah suggested, and Zack just wordlessly nodded as the blond jumped to her feet.

Hannah was wearing a light pink tank top that clung to her breasts, and jean shorts that clung to her amazing ass and showed off her legs, which weren’t quite as nice to look at as Taylor’s but were still some very nice legs.

Zack didn’t, no, couldn’t say a word as Hannah grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room.

Zack noticed absurdly that he had grown taller than Hannah since he’d last seen her. Much like Ashley, Hannah wasn’t a particularly tall woman, and neither was her mother. Taylor was taller than Hannah, too, and Zack as well, to his infinite displeasure.

Hannah and Zack walked down the stairs, with Hannah pressing one of her large boobs up against his arm as they did. Zack was no stranger to feeling big pillows up against parts of his body, as almost all of his family members were incredibly well-endowed, but it was a bit different when it was Hannah’s.

Hannah was Zack’s biggest crush since, well, ever.

Zack and Hannah came down into the living room to find that another carful of people appeared to have arrived.

Heather was hugging her cousin, Logan Ravers, while Zack’s mom was hugging a blond woman that Zack recognized as Logan’s mother.

The blond woman in question was Audrey Ravers, who’d married into the family. She was 38, with blond hair, sapphire blue eyes, medium sized breasts that bordered on being considered large but fell just a bit short, and a nice toned ass.

Logan Ravers, Audrey’s son, let go of Heather, and Zack caught a glimpse of him for the first time in years.

He’d definitely changed since they were all five. His hair was short and messy, and he had the same sapphire blue eyes as his mother. He was muscular, too, rather unlike Zack’s own lean frame.

Logan’s father, Daniel, was standing in the kitchen with Robert, and Zack glanced over at him.

Daniel Ravers looked a lot like his son, except Logan had Audrey’s eyes, while Daniel had the more typical shade of Ravers blue eyes.

“Zack!” Logan greeted with a grin, and the two once inseparable friends shared a handshake.

Heather came up beside Logan, and she smiled brightly, glancing between the two dark-haired boys.

“I was thinking that we should all head down to the lake, and when more people show up, they can just come down and join in.” Heather suggested to the group.

“Hang on, Heather. Let’s give it a few hours before we all rush to jump in the lake. I’ve yet to give the tour, and I’m only giving one, so for now, why don’t you just settle down and talk with your friends?” Robert said. Heather looked a bit disheartened, but livened up quick.

“Or I could give the tour.” she suggested innocently.

“You two should make it a team effort.” Daniel suggested dryly. Monica laughed.

The doorbell rang, and Zack glanced over his shoulder to see that Heather had hurried over to answer the door.

“Welcome!” she said brightly, stepping aside to reveal an influx of newcomers, more than one car would be able to support. Looks like they had arrived at about the same time.

First came Gabriella Lockett, the saucy other half to Sarah Woodsen. In Sarah and Gabriella’s friendship, Gabriella was very much the Hannah, and Sarah was more of the Taylor, which was ironic considering Sarah was Hannah’s mother.

Gabriella Lockett was 40, with long wavy black hair, dark brown eyes, large breasts, and a sizable derrière. She was a woman of medium height, with gorgeous olive skin.

“Hey, guys!” Gabriella said brightly, and hurried forwards to hug Monica, and then Sarah and Damon were coming out of their room, so Gabriella and Sarah quickly hugged.

Behind Gabriella came two boys, one of whom was her son, Jared, and the other was… oh no.

Heather had invited him?

Kurt Johnson, Heather’s maternal cousin, strolled in like he owned the place, shooting a wink at Hannah, and even though she didn’t respond in a way even close to positively, Zack still felt a burst of jealousy at Kurt’s ability to be so suave around her.

Kurt sauntered forwards to Audrey, and gave her a tight hug, one she didn’t look to enjoy, and then moved towards Monica.

“Hold it right there, Casanova.” Heather snapped, and Zack was relieved.

“What? I’m just saying hello to some people I haven’t seen in a while!” Kurt protested.

“Sure you are.” Heather said dryly.

Zack noticed Kurt stayed close to Monica as the rest of the arrivals filtered in.

Behind Jared and Kurt came a familiar woman with long red hair, large breasts that were comparable to Sarah’s, and a round ass.

This woman was none other than Charlotte McRose, which meant Zack’s best friend, Chloe, wasn’t far behind.

Sure enough, the next person was Chloe.

Chloe McRose was 18, just like Zack, and the two had been practically inseparable since birth. Every momentous occasion in Zack’s life was shared with this girl, just like every one of his days were. Everybody always assumed Zack and Chloe were together, and from a purely rational standpoint, they may as well have been.

Zack and Chloe spent nearly every second of every day together, and the two had often fallen asleep late at night over at each other’s house. Sleeping beside Chloe was as natural as sleeping beside, uh… well, maybe using a family member wasn’t a great example, considering his recent sexual awakening to them.

Sleeping beside Chloe was as natural as sleeping alone. She felt like an extension of Zack, if that made sense.

Zack had considered a romance with Chloe, and had been surprised to realize he wasn’t really against it. Despite how much like his sister she was, dating Chloe would be a dream.

She was beautiful, for one, and she didn’t even know it. She had almost crippling body image problems, and the cruel irony is that she’s gorgeous. She had long straight red hair, clear blue eyes, large breasts and a curvy ass, and an adorable dusting of freckles across her face.

Chloe walked forwards and threw her arms around Zack, and Zack wrapped his arms tightly around her, pulling her up against him. He had long since surpassed her in height, to her frustration, but she’d gotten used to it by now.

Zack let go of Chloe after a few seconds, and she stepped aside.

Zack looked up to see that a couple more people were in the room. Gavin, one of Zack’s closest friends, was standing beside his mother, Diane, while he played something on his phone.

Diane Westher was a buxom blond with vibrant green eyes and a voluptuous hourglass frame. She was also single, as her husband had died some years ago.

A redhead was talking to Logan, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger, but her last name wasn’t McRose.

This was Sharon Miller, who had long red hair, dark green eyes, medium sized breasts, and a curvy ass. She was slender, but had some nice curves to her hips. Rumors constantly flew about Sharon being a total slut and super easy to bang.

There was always some truth to stories, so Zack didn’t look at Sharon too favorably. She struck him as the anti-Kurt, in that she’s female and he’s male, not that her ideals are opposite of his. The two were extraordinarily similar, Kurt being a sexist womanizer, and Sharon being a slut who strived to break up relationships for the thrill of it.

“So, now that everybody’s here, we should start the tour.” Heather announced.

“Yes, we should. Who wants to see the hot tub?” Robert grinned.