The Beautiful Blondes

Jace glanced sideways at the girl driving down the neighborhood road at a speed she should definitely not be driving at, but Skylar Wayne had always been something of a speed demon. The wind tugged at both Jace and Skylar’s hair as she drove, and he liked the windswept look it gave her.

Jace had driven his car to school, but Skylar had asked him to ride with her, so he’d given his twin sister his keys. Now, Jace was riding in Skylar’s car while Dana drove herself and Brooklyn home in Jace’s car.

Skylar made the decision in their last class of the day that she wanted to get ready at Jace’s house considering she was already driving him home, so she (and Jace was still stunned this was something she could just do) had called her butler and asked him to drop off her makeup bag and the dress she was gonna wear tonight. And then he did!

Skylar whipped into the Holland house’s driveway, and gave Jace an adrenaline-high grin that made him grin back despite Skylar’s blatant disregard for the 20 mph speed limit in his neighborhood.

The pair of blonde teenagers climbed out of the sports car, and Jace grabbed his backpack out of her backseat while she headed to the door and knocked.

“I figured you’d be along sooner or later.” said the warm voice of the woman who answered the door.

“What tipped you off?” Skylar asked innocently.

“Well, I think it’d have to be the butler who showed up on my doorstep determined to get an expensive dress and a bag of makeup into my house.” Danielle feigned thoughtfulness. Then she laughed and threw her arms around Skylar, embracing the younger blonde tightly. Jace watched interestedly as Danielle and Skylar’s very large tits rubbed up against each other while they hugged.

“Have these gotten bigger?” Danielle asked curiously, glancing down at Skylar’s chest.

“You noticed!” Skylar exclaimed delightedly. “I had something of a growth spurt.”

“I bet I can think of someone who loved that.” Danielle said, and both her and Skylar turned to look at Jace.

Jace turned around to look behind him, scratching his head. “Who are you guys talking about?”

They both laughed, and Danielle stepped aside, ushering them into the house. She slipped an arm around Jace's neck as he passed her, giving him a quick squeeze.

“You know, Mrs. H, I may have had a growth spurt, but they’ve still got nothing on you.” Skylar said, looking appreciatively at Danielle’s sizable tits as she passed her. Danielle laughed.

“Well, thank you, honey.” Danielle smirked. “I’m definitely blessed in that department.”

“I mean, it’s no wonder Jace is such a tits man.” Skylar shook her head in feigned wonder. “Just look at what he grew up sucking on.”

“I am not a tits man! I have an equal appreciation for all parts of the female body.” Jace cut in.

“We’ve all seen Olivia, babe, you don’t have to lie to us.” Danielle teased. Skylar grinned.

“You know, I’m not so sure I like this.” Jace squinted. “You two teaming up on me.”

Danielle and Skylar looked at each other and grinned. Jace definitely felt disadvantaged with those two teaming up.

“I put all your stuff in Jace’s room, I figured that’s where you’d want it.” Danielle told Skylar, who nodded gratefully.

“Thank you very much, you are absolutely correct.” Skylar nodded.

Skylar led the way upstairs, giving her hips a very intentional sensual sway to them as she climbed the steps, and Jace found it very hard to take his eyes off the tall, leggy blonde who was showing off for him.

“You found yourself a good one.” Danielle murmured, patting his shoulder as she came up behind him.

“Who? Sky?” Jace asked, confused.

Danielle sighed. “You’ll get there one day, don’t you worry.”

A confused Jace followed Skylar’s hips up the stairs.

———

Owen Vane sat up in bed when he heard the knock, interrupting the game he was playing on his TV across the room.

“Come in.” Owen called, his attention still on the monster he was trying to defeat.

The door to Owen’s bedroom opened, and a vision of beauty leaned into his room, her typical sweet smile stretching her lips.

His sister had changed out of her work clothes, and Olivia was currently wearing a soft-looking gray crop top and some dark red gym shorts Owen were fairly certain weren’t hers. However, Olivia wasn’t wearing a bra with that faded crop top of hers, and her tits were stretching that poor thing out so much he almost felt bad for the top. He’d happily take her top’s job of holding her tits, he’d do it in 12 hour shifts and not complain once. Olivia’s extensive cleavage was mouthwatering, and it was no surprise that Owen’s video game character died almost instantly, his focus was fully diverted from the video game to the impassable valley of his big sister’s enormous melons. Her blonde hair hung loose down her shoulders, a little messier than she ever wore it out of the house.

“Whatcha up to?” Olivia smiled, her green eyes bright, and Owen couldn’t not want to do whatever she asked. He was only human, for fuck’s sake. Surely it wasn’t wrong to be attracted to your sister when your sister was one of the sexiest women ever, right? Right?

“Just playing some video games.” Owen said, pointing to the screen, currently obscured by huge letters spelling out YOU ARE DEAD.

“What kind?” Olivia raised an eyebrow.

“Not the kind you’re into.” Owen grinned. “Lot less farming simulator and a lot more blood and ****.”

“Blood doesn’t automatically make something better.” Olivia scoffed, coming over to sit down on Owen’s bed beside him. Having her this close, and off to his side, meant he could actually appreciate her smooth legs and her heavenly thighs. When he was looking at her straight on, his eyes tended to gravitate towards somewhere other than her legs.

“No, but fighting giant monsters does.” Owen replied, wishing, not for the first time, that Olivia wasn’t his sister. It would make things so much easier, he could be just like Jace Holland and date her despite the age difference. It clearly wasn’t a problem for her, after all.

“Hmmph.” Olivia didn’t sound particularly convinced, but she leaned back against Owen’s pillow and held out her hand. “Let me try.”

“Sure.” Owen said, handing over his controller without complaint.

Olivia’s gorgeous green eyes squinted with concentration, and Owen wondered if maybe he should at least tell her what the buttons did, but then figured it’d be more fun for her to learn on the fly.

Olivia resumed the game, proving she wasn’t fully video game illiterate, but she didn’t get off to a great start against the hydra she was up against. Her character bellowed in rage as she tried to attack, but things went south pretty quickly for Olivia, he had to admit.

“I dunno, I think planting turnips is a lot more fun than mashing buttons as a bunch of things try to kill you.” Olivia huffed, handing over the controller as YOU ARE DEAD filled the screen yet again.

“We can play a different game, if you wanna play together.” Owen offered, and Olivia beamed. She crawled across the bed to grab the second controller off the nightstand, showing off her curvy ass as she stretched out to grab it. He saw her about to tip over, and jolted forwards, catching Olivia by the hips and pulling her backwards.

“Hey, nice one.” Olivia smiled at him, thoughtlessly planting a kiss on his cheek. “I guess I underestimated the length of my arms.”

“No problem. Couldn’t let my favorite sister fall on her face.” Owen tried to joke, but his cheek was warm where she’d kissed him, and he had a feeling it was more from embarrassment than any special warmth from her lips.

“Don’t let Octavia hear you say that.” Olivia joked, though it was common knowledge in the Vane household that Olivia was Owen’s favorite sister.

She stood up off the bed to grab the second controller this time, and turned back around to climb back on, her tits bouncing freely in that crop top of hers as she did so. It wasn’t an obscene amount of bouncing, he supposed, but goddamn did she look good when those melons were jiggling.

Owen and Olivia settled back down by the head of the bed, laying out and playing video games. Her arm brushed against his every now and then, but he wasn’t so touch-starved that that excited him. The problem was that he had a tendency to look her way whenever her arm bumped his, and that meant invariably that his eyes wound up magnetized to her mouthwatering tits.

Fuck.

Life was so unfair.

———

Isabelle Holland wasn’t too pleased at how her afternoon was going. For starters, volleyball practice was canceled. That had sucked, as she loved volleyball practice. She’d half expected it to happen, frankly, considering the situation with Coach leaving. She felt bad for Coach dealing with a family member in a car accident, but to be honest, she selfishly wished that Coach was still here. At least then she wouldn’t be standing there texting Alexis wishing she’d hurry the hell up and get here to pick her up.

Izzy’s ride was usually Skylar, but Skylar, to no fault of her own, assumed Isabelle had volleyball practice and never even thought about offering her a ride back. Her mom usually picked her up, or she drove back with a volleyball teammate, but she didn’t have any class with them and didn’t wanna bother them, besides.

Jenna’s text had come in the second to last class of the day, and Isabelle had sighed and put her phone down. Bad enough that Jace and Skylar were both unavailable tonight, but now Izzy had nothing to do but sit around in her room. Hopefully the school found a replacement coach soon, the team needed the practice, their next game was not far off.

Plus, Isabelle was feeling a bit… volatile right now, and all the change involving the volleyball team didn’t sit well right now. Her mother was up and moving away to Redwater not even two months into the school year, and even though she was relieved that she was staying, Izzy wasn’t looking forwards to her mother leaving.

Her mother was in Redwater right now, too, so it was just her and Alexis hanging out at home. She’d thought that Carter would be around, too, but Alexis had fought with him after the pool party last night and he’d decided to drive back to Coral Sands. Not that Izzy minded, her idea of a good time wasn’t third wheeling Lexi and her boyfriend. She spent enough time third wheeling Jace and Skylar, and that was hard in a whole other way.

Well, Jace and Skylar weren’t together, technically, but well, where did that line get drawn? They spent tons of time together, were always flirting and teasing, kissed in front of a huge crowd of people just this morning, and now she was taking him over for family dinner. They were a hair’s breadth away from being a couple, and Izzy wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle that day.

She shouldn’t have any issue with it, but somehow the thought of Skylar dating Jace was… bad. Actually, no. She didn’t mind Jace dating Skylar one bit, but what sucked was that she’d be excluded, the two people she was closest with in the entire world suddenly taking things in a direction Isabelle couldn’t follow.

Alexis’s shitty car pulled up, and Isabelle started walking towards her. Ok, maybe that was mean. Alexis’ car wasn’t shitty, per se, it was just old, and Isabelle’s usual ride drove a bright green sports car that was anything but old.

Isabelle climbed in the front seat, and glanced sideways when she felt Lexi’s eyes on her.

“What?” Isabelle frowned.

“Nothing. You just look pissed.” Alexis shrugged.

“Well, I kind of am.” Isabelle sighed.

“Because of volleyball?” Alexis guessed.

“Yeah, in part.” Izzy nodded.

“So you don’t know when your next practice is at all? No coach, no schedule?” Alexis queried, and Isabelle nodded again.

“Yup.” she groaned. “And we need the practice, too, or we’re gonna suck.”

“Hmm. Sounds like a good night for a Holland sisters movie night then.” Alexis waggled her eyebrows.

“What do you have to be upset about?” Izzy raised her own eyebrows.

“My impending break-up.” Alexis said matter-of-factly.

“Does Carter know that yet?” Izzy asked wryly.

“Well, a smart man would, so no, probably not.” Alexis replied scathingly, making Isabelle laugh.

“Yeah, let’s do a Holland sisters movie night. Ice cream and a shitty movie.” Isabelle smiled.

“Sounds perfect.” Alexis smiled back. “We can discuss which of these high school boys you’ve got your eye on, too. No way my sister grew up this hot and doesn’t have a few boytoys.”

Isabelle felt her stomach lurch and shook her head. “No, not really. Well, I did have a little fun with this one guy at the start of the year, but I got sick of him pretty quick.”

“Bad in bed?” Alexis guessed.

Isabelle snorted. “No, we didn’t go nearly that far. I gave him a chance because he’s my friend’s brother, but he’s way too prideful.”

“You can just say he’s a douche.” Alexis told her cheerfully.

“He’s not a total douche.” Isabelle defended Sam. “He’s just a bit pretentious sometimes, and that’s so not what I want in a guy.”

“Understood loud and clear. Carter lacked the very basic ability of not ogling other girls, if you’re curious why I’m dumping him tonight.” Alexis told her.

“Oh, yeah. I did see him doing that quite a bit last night.” Izzy admitted. “We were all topless though, to be fair.”

“Please, my tits should be good enough for him.” Alexis scoffed. “But he just couldn’t take his eyes off fucking Titty Queen.”

“Who?” Isabelle frowned. “Amy?”

“Amy? What? No, I meant Olivia. She always fucking gets the guy.” Alexis scowled.

Isabelle looked uncertainly towards her sister, surprised at the venom in her tone. “Olivia’s super nice, I doubt she meant to do anything.”

“Nice or not, it still didn’t stop my boyfriend from drooling all over her. Or you, for that matter.”

“I was drooling over Olivia?” Izzy blinked in surprise.

“No, dummy. Carter was drooling over you.” Alexis rolled her eyes.

“Me?” Izzy asked, plainly astonished.

“What, you didn’t see? I thought you did.” Alexis frowned. “But yeah, guess Carter’s a bit of a tits man, and he couldn’t keep his eyes to himself.”

Alexis sounded bitter, and Isabelle glanced between her own tits and Alexis’, noting Isabelle’s were definitely a good bit bigger than her big sister’s. She felt bad that her sister was so jealous, but it wasn’t her fault, and it sure wasn’t Olivia’s either.

“Well, then, yeah, maybe he wasn’t the guy for you.” Izzy said, feeling bad for not sticking up for Olivia, but figured it’d be better to just let Alexis vent.

“Oh, definitely not.” Alexis shook her head. “Let me tell you, one time-”

Isabelle leaned her head against the window, missing Jace and Skylar like a physical ache.

———

Jace Holland glanced up from his bed as Skylar’s shirt flew up over the top of his bathroom door and landed on his bedroom floor. Skylar was in his bathroom getting ready, and had been for quite a while. With dress and makeup bag in hand, she’d sequestered herself away in there, using the decently ajar door as a privacy screen.

Jace had put on some nice clothes, though he hadn’t gone too crazy with it, wearing a long-sleeved collared shirt and some nice black pants. He was currently laying on his bed on his phone, chatting with Skylar on occasion.

“I’m just saying, I’ve already seen everything, I don’t know why you’re making a big show of it.” Jace called, and he heard a derisive snort.

“Firstly, you may have seen my body, but you’ve definitely not seen this lingerie, or this dress.” Skylar called back. “I’m keeping myself a surprise.”

“Riiight.” Jace responded, rolling his eyes.

“Ok, I need you to close your eyes.” Skylar told him a minute later.

“Why?” Jace asked suspiciously, looking up from his phone screen.

“I need you to zip me up, but I don’t wanna spoil my big reveal.” Skylar explained, and Jace laughed.

“Sure. My eyes are shut, Sky.” Jace promised, and he heard footsteps coming his way. Familiar fingers grasped his wrists and guided them up to what he presumed was her zipper. His knuckles brushed the smooth bare skin of her back, and he brushed that skin a few more times than strictly necessary as his hands grasped the zipper and blindly tugged it up.

“Um, excuse me. Why the fuck is Anastasia Prescott texting you?” Skylar demanded, jerking out of his grasp. Jace opened his eyes reflexively, and saw Skylar standing there looking absolutely stunning in her green evening dress.

Said dress hugged the contours of her tall, slim body, adding emphasis to the curves of her hips and making her already impressive legs look even longer. It also cupped and revealed her tits very nicely, and the dress was showing off a lot more cleavage than it probably had prior to Skylar’s impromptu growth spurt.

“Hey, focus.” Skylar snapped at him. “Anastasia. Why is she texting?”

“Huh? I dunno, you have the phone in your hand, what’s she saying?” Jace jolted, tearing his eyes off Skylar.

“She’s offering ‘homework help.’” Skylar put in air quotes. “Let me tell that bitch exactly what she can do with her homework help. Stick it right up that fat ass she’s so damn proud of.”

“Skylar.” Jace said, an unexpected firmness in his voice, enough to make the heiress look up from his phone. “Ana’s my friend, do not text her that.”

A storm was brewing in Skylar’s green eyes, but she nodded slowly, before opening Jace’s nightstand drawer and sticking his phone inside it.

“Sure. But you’ve lost your phone privileges for tonight.” Skylar glared.

“Fine by me.” Jace shrugged. “You’re the only thing I’m focused on tonight.”

Skylar’s glare faded into a stern smirk, and she tossed her head haughtily in that distinctly royal way she often did. “As I should be.”

“Trust me, in that dress, I don’t think I have a choice.” Jace told her truthfully, and Skylar was full-on grinning now. Jace stepped forwards, slipping his hands along Skylar’s hips.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear. Put that Latina slut out of your mind, it’s just me tonight.” Skylar said triumphantly.

“Understood.” Jace grinned. “And don’t worry, I love your ass.”

Jace reached around and grabbed big handfuls of Skylar’s fit ass, and he enjoyed the soft moan that escaped her lips.

In a sudden burst of inspiration, Jace leaned forwards and captured those lips in a scorching kiss, mashing his mouth against hers firmly. Her hands came up to wrap around his neck, one hand cupping the back of his head as she tugged him in harder, arching her body up against his chest.

“Well, then.” Skylar cleared her throat. “We should go now, before we miss the dinner entirely.”

“We might end up getting distracted.” Jace agreed.

“Might?” Skylar teased, licking her lips.

“Alright, calm down, you.” Jace chuckled, giving her ass a playful slap.

“Hey!” Skylar exclaimed. She yanked Jace closer, those green eyes crackling with desire.

“Getting very handsy, aren’t we, Mr. Holland?” Skylar quirked an eyebrow. “Fortunately for you… I definitely don’t mind. Besides, I’ll be doing a lot more than getting handsy with you later tonight. Don't think I've forgotten about what I promised. Through. The. Fucking. Mattress."

And with that, she leaned in and nipped his ear then drew back, smirking.

“Now we really do need to go, or I might fulfill that promise right now, and I only just got ready to go.” Skylar teased.

“You sure we have to go?” Jace asked, suddenly not all that interested in going to dinner. Skylar rolled her eyes.

“Very sure. Now come on.” she said, slipping her hand into his and tugging him towards the door.