Chapter Three.

Melsa looked up sharply from her glass of iced tea and sniffed the air like a hunting hound.

“Is there someone else in the house?” The emerald-haired sprite asked excitedly, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. “A healthy young man perhaps?”

A spike of alarm set Claudia’s skin to tingling and her small hairs stood on end. Annabelle had just finished settling everybody down, regaining some semblance of that all-important Southern Hospitality and now the tiny Fae was asking after her Ash?

Her son's phone suddenly weighed like an anchor in the pocket of her white jeans and the eager look on the stunning sprites face sent Claudia hurtling off the cliffs of being reasonable, right into the choppy waters of over-protective mother hen mode.

“My son Ash is upstairs studying.” She stated and her tone came out a mite chillier than she had meant it too. Melsa didn’t seem to notice though as her insectile wings began to shimmer again. “Like the diligent young man he is. What of him?”

“Oh, he is studying something alright.” The fairy giggled then covered a burp far too loud to have come from a critter of her size. “Excuse… Can I meet him? I reeeally~ want to meet him. Can I?”

“Hmmph, they say that they are different but the Folk are all the same in the end.” Therese harrumphed, popping a bite of scone into her mouth and looking away in disgust. “A bunch of thirsty…”

“Why would you want to meet him?” Daphne asked, pouring another round of spritzers. “Even if you are a Fae, you can’t exactly… you know. Because you're too small.”

"What do you mean?"

"Well, think about it." Daphne said thoughtfully and Claudia noticed a glimmering smudge on the buxom redhead's fingertips as she lifted the wine glass to her smirking lips. "His… thingy has to be bigger than you are. Ash is a strapping young man after all."

Claudia's spine stiffened. Were they really about to talk about her Ash like this in front of his own Mother? She felt a growing flush creeping up her neck and suddenly the finely appointed room felt too warm. Too warm and too sparkly.

"That's Big Folk thinking for you, right there." Melsa huffed, crossing her slender arms under her doll-sized bosom. "You really don't know the first thing about us forest sprites and our magic. Or is this a sizeist thing?"

"No, no! Please forgive her, Melsa." Annabelle pleaded earnestly and she had a spot of glowing glitter next to her mouth too. "We all came here today to learn about your people and put unfounded preconceptions to rest."

Claudia frowned, feeling a bit light-headed. Looking around her meticulously clean parlor she thought she could see a faint iridescent dusting across its many surfaces. On the polished timber side tables, the hand-embroidered seat cushions, the carefully arrayed plates of sweet dainties and even the backs of her own hands…

Like the shifting rainbow colors of a dragonfly's wings. Why was that so hauntingly familiar?

"I like guys just like any other girl. You people seem to think we sprites just pop out of the ground like flowers."

"You people? What is that supposed to mean?" Therese bit out, quick to take offense and seize the moral high ground despite her own poor etiquette. "We are proper ladies who don't appreciate the way your type flaunts themselves in front of our husbands and sons."

"I'm not flaunting myself," Melsa protested, her wings beginning to buzz in agitation and spilling more glowing dust into the air. "I just wanted to say hello. What’s his name?"

Claudia really didn’t want this train-wreck of a club meeting to become a discussion of her big strong son… was it odd that she just thought of him like that? It was just so warm today, despite the high ceilings and spinning fans of her large colonial style home. The Georgian summer heat might be getting to her after all.

“His name is Ash and he was the valedictorian athlete of last year's highschool graduates.” Daphne gushed, fanning herself with a crochet doily. The vapid redheads porcelain skin was growing shiny with perspiration. “He’s such a fine handsome young man. Maybe I should go check on him for you, Claudia?”

“Oooh, yes. Let’s go check on him!” Melsa tittered, climbing unsteadily to her feet and swaying on the edge of the stool. “Whoa… head rush.”

“Sit down, both of you.” Therese snarled, and Claudia noticed that she had divested herself of her light linen jacket at some point. The imperious snoot had sweat marks around the open neck of her rose silk blouse. “Stop acting like a pair of simpering schoolgirls trying to peek in the boys changing room.”

“I’ll go.” Annabelle said, the words spilling out of her in a rush. “I promised him earlier that I would bring him something to eat.”

They all stared up at the blushing blonde as she stood and snatched up a plate at random from the coffee table. A small sprinkling of fine glittering powder trailing the food as Annabelle pulled at the front of her dress with her free hand. Trying to resettle the thin fabric where it had pulled tight across her full clammy cleavage before she bustled from the room with a troubled expression on her pretty face.

Claudia was feeling a bit unsettled herself. Anna was supposed to be helping her mediate this nightmare of a get-together but suddenly she was alone with two antagonistic socialites and a tiny fairy who was acting like a drunken sorority girl at her first college mixer. Come to think of it, Claudia would rather be spending time with her son Ash too. It had to be nicer than spending her Saturday morning putting out fires in her own parlor.

“That’s disappointing.” Melsa sighed, dropping down to sit and kick her miniature legs over the edge of the stool again. “But I guess that’s the theme of the day. At least the tea is good.”

Big handsome Ash. When had he grown so tall? Claudia could still remember taking him shopping for sneakers when his teenage growth spurt had seriously kicked in. He had inherited his father's sandy blonde hair and grown so broad in the chest and shoulders. It was no wonder all these Fae sluts were swooning over him, even Claudia was beginning to have some decidedly unmotherly thoughts about her darling son.

Her strong loving boy who was moving away because some pointy-eared strumpet with a big pair of breasts had fluttered her lashes at him. Her hand rubbed angrily against the phone in her pocket, remembering the caller ID picture. Well, Sigilla wasn’t the only one who had tits!

“...acting ungrateful while you are a guest in somebody’s home.”

Blinking away her distracting thoughts, Claudia came out of her daydreaming to find Theresa working up a full head of steam. Glowering at the pouting sprite across a tray of iced pastries which Daphne was devouring with unusual gusto.

“Mmmph~ so good.” The young trophy wife mumbled around her mouthful, dusting the crumbs off her hands. Her fingers looked like someone had dipped them in glitter glue and her thick heavy chest seemed ready to spill out the top of her pastel dress every time she leaned over to snatch up another.

Did they seem bigger, fuller somehow? Claudia wondered if she was suffering from heat exhaustion and considered opening the big bay windows before remembering they were already open. She prayed for a cooling breeze instead, fanning the front of her own chartreuse satin blouse where it clung to her perspiring skin in dark shiny blotches.

"Don't lecture me on the rules of hospitality. Where I come from they are more than social guidelines. They are magically binding laws!" Melsa snapped back at the much larger lady. "You acted all nice when you invited me over to tell you about myself but since I got here you've been nothing but rude, rude, rude!"

The sprite's wings buffeted the air as she rose to head height to face off against a growling Therese, more sparkling motes of light dancing around her and settling everywhere. How was Claudia going to clean up all this mess?

Moreover, where was Anna? She was the one good at defusing tense moments like this. Claudia fumbled for something to say, some calming words to de-escalate the fight before someone said something they couldn't take back when the phone in her jeans began to vibrate.

Ash's phone, she didn't have to pull it out to guess who might be calling her hunky boy on a sweltering summer day. Claudia felt a spike of jealousy stab her heart and fought to breathe. Panting she looked down at herself and was surprised to see the top button of her sweat sodden blouse had come loose exposing the top of her lacy white bra where it dug into the bronzed flesh of her large swelling breasts.

Her what now?

"Ummm~ Hey Therese, maybe you shouldn’t…" Daphne began to mumble. Her full lips and chin were coated in smears of icing, chocolate and shimmering dust.

A lot of it had spilled down into her huge ballooning cleavage which threatened to burst free of the sweat-stained neckline of her poor dress should she breathe too deeply. Her feverish cheeks looked impossibly rosy as her crimson locks shone wetly, plastered to her slender neck and pale shoulders. She reached out a meek twinkling hand to tug at Therese’s pant leg before the older lady wheeled on her with a macaroon already loaded into her palm.

“Don’t you dare touch me, you stupid big-titted cow!” Therese shrieked in fury and stuffed the crumbling cookie into the gaping redhead's open mouth. “Now shut up and eat your feed.”

"Ash Dear, I brought you something to eat.” A familiar soft southern accent called from the bedroom as he was just finishing washing up.

"Thanks, Aunty Belle." Ash smiled to cover up the guilt of his recent bathroom activity. "Did you get my phone-"

He opened the en-suite door and froze like a bunny in the cross-hairs.

"-back." He finished lamely as he spotted his blonde bombshell Aunt kneeling in the center of his bed with her long legs tucked under her firm behind and a half eaten plate of finger sandwiches resting on the comforter in front of her.

"Oh no, I sort of forgot about that." Annabelle said, chewing on her plump lower lip and eyeing him with an unreadable expression in her big amber eyes. She was wearing strawberry pink lipstick today, Ash couldn't help but to notice. "Sorry. Things were getting a little heated downstairs."

They must have been getting warm indeed because Aunty Belle was glistening with perspiration and something slightly reflective coated her softly tanned skin. It was as though she had rubbed herself down with baby oil mixed with body glitter and it was causing her insubstantial summer dress to cling to her fabulous figure in some very distracting places.

"Is everything alright?" He asked as she picked up one of the small sandwiches, took a dainty bite and held out the other half to him. Even her fingers glowed in the morning sunlight cutting across the bed. "Maybe I should go down and check on Mom."

"No! I mean, no.” Aunty Belle amended after her first whip crack response. Then patted the bed beside her in invitation. “Come sit, you are leaving for college soon and I want to spend time with my big handsome nephew while I still can.”

Her hand with the snack was still extended to him expectantly so Ash popped the morsel into his mouth and sat down gently beside her. He stiffened a little as she leaned into his side and rested her pretty head on his shoulder but relaxed again as her womanly scent wafted over him. She smelled like sweet Cherokee Rose and clean sweat. Ash resisted the impulse to turn his head and bury his face in her long golden hair.

That looked damp too. Like she had just toweled off those wavy platinum locks after a long swim. One of her slender arms slipped through his own as her other small hand played up and down his muscular thigh leaving patches of stardust on his soccer shorts.

“You know, your Mother and I are so proud of all you’ve accomplished.” She sighed, pausing in her caresses to feed him another bite of food which Ash awkwardly accepted. She squeezed his sturdy bicep and Ash thought she made a small pleased squeaking noise when she did. “You’ve grown to become such a handsome respectable man.”

‘Thank you, Aunty Belle.” Ash said slowly, looking down at his Aunt as she nuzzled her gorgeous face into his shoulder. Something very odd was happening here but he could see down her dress from this angle and Annabelle wasn’t wearing a bra. “Are you feeling well? Let me get you a drink of water.”

Ash tore his eyes away from the deep valley of pillowy cleavage that had formed as she pressed her soft chest into his side and went to stand up only for his Aunt to pull him back down and cling to him with surprising strength.

“No, wait. I’m fine, really I am.” Annabelle reassured him in a quivering tone that sounded a little panicked. “I’m just going to miss you so much when you are gone. Stay with me for a little while.”

“I’ll miss you too, but I’m not leaving forever. I’ll be back during breaks. Ease up a little, Belle. You’re getting me all shiny.”

“I know you’ll come visit, Dear.” She purred and Ash was beginning to feel warm himself as Annabelle pulled his arm between those sweet glistening breasts with something akin to a moan. Were they larger than he remembered? They were certainly softer than he had imagined. “You’re such a good boy but I wanted to talk to you about something before you left. I wanted to warn you about… Girls.”

“I know all about girls, Aunty Belle.” Ash laughed rubbing the back of his head with the hand not trapped in a cushiony, if mildly damp, slice of heaven. “I’m not a child, I’ve dated more than a few.”

It was true, his track record with the fairer sex was nearly as good as his goal scoring on the soccer field. Not that Ash had ever let himself get involved in anything serious. He never had the time for that sort of commitment between study and training.

“Those were highschool girls, Sweetie. Good southern highschool girls at that.” Aunty Belle said looking up at him with big beseeching eyes and moist parted strawberry lips. Her cheeks were bright and shimmering, her brow as smooth and flawless as rubber. “I’m talking about college girls. East coast college girls where they have all sorts and Fae too. When they see such a good strong man like you, they are going to fight for the chance to catch your eye."

Was this about Sigilla again? It was getting so hard to focus on what his Aunt was saying with heat of her body practically baking Ash as she glided her free hand over his torso, tracing his defined muscles through his thin t-shirt. She was leaving a trail of those damn sparkles in her wake as the soft hand wandered south to ghost across his six pack.

Ash had to say something soon before his clearly confused Aunt discovered the unfurling thickness in his pants.

"I don't think- Mmmph~!"

His reassurances were cut short as Annabelle pressed another finger sandwich to his murmuring lips. It tasted like devilled ham and she pushed it into his mouth, letting one of her twinkling fingers slide in behind it with a sultry moan. Her eyelids fluttered as he instinctively closed his lips around the delicate digit to keep from coughing out the unexpected mouthful.

"I wanted to give you something to come home to." His Aunt husked, leaning in to breathe into his ear as her questing hand glided onto the growing tent in Ash's shorts and gave it a gentle squeeze. He nearly jumped out of his skin at the surprise sensual contact. "I want you to remember your Aunty Belle loves you, Sweetie and will miss you terribly while you are away."

Then she lifted her gorgeous flushed face to Ash's own and kissed him with her moist glittery lips.

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