Meet the Thorntons

Brandon pulled his black SUV to the curb in front of the Thornton home. It was a slightly larger two-story house than his family's home. Instead of heading toward the front door, he made his way up the driveway as the garage door raised up. Moving off to the side, he waved a greeting to Melvin Thornton as he backed his pickup truck out of the garage. A giant of a man, Melvin worked as a construction foreman for a firm that builds homes, often causing him to work on the weekends or in other towns in the region.

In response, Trent's father lifted a large hand to greet his son's close friend. Melvin didn't smile or roll down the window. A soft-spoken man, he tended to come across as gruff to most people. He could be somewhat hard on Trent, but that's usually because his son ended up doing dumb shit at times. Still, he was a fair man and one that Brandon didn't mind being around.

Knocking on the side door, Brandon grinned as a friendly face answered the door.

"Good morning, sugar," greeted Adele Thornton in that sexy Southern accent of hers. "Did you have a nice Thanksgiving?"

"Yeah, it was...nice," Brandon struggled to answer as his friend's mother opened the door, revealing her morning wardrobe.

Adele Thornton wore a tiny kimono robe. Black in color with golden dragons, it went well with her light brown skin. A slim woman, Trent's mother, had neck-length, black hair, dark brown eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and a firm ass. A friendly, talkative woman, she had been Brandon's favorite parent of all of his friends. Dating back to even before he grew old enough to realize she was hot.

"Knowing your mother, I'm sure she cooked one fabulous meal," Adele complimented, turning around to head inside the kitchen.

Brandon bit his lip when he saw how little the robe covered of her firm ass and long, lean legs. Following those great assets, he rushed to sit down at the breakfast counter before she could turn around and catch his growing erection.

"Anything special happen for your Thanksgiving?" she asked, moving to the sink to continue cleaning up after their breakfast.

"Uh, we went and checked out the Christmas decorations over on Reindeer and Candy Cane," Brandon managed to say, checking out her figure from the side now.

"I'm going to have to get Melvin or one of the girls to go with me to see them. How were they?"

"They were great! A lot of people have gotten even crazier with their decorations," Brandon said, raising his eyes just in time as she turned to glance at him.

"I bet. That Cringle and Miller rivalry has gotten out of control the last few years," Adele remarked with a smile.

"Yeah, the Millers put on one hell—I mean, one heck of a performance. Their costumes were something else. Um, is Trent up yet?"

"Oh, Trent's awake. Trishelle made—"

A loud bang sounded on the floor above them. One that a door slamming against a wall would make. Then heavy footsteps sounded, before a series of pounds.

"Goddammit, you little shit! You pissed all over the floor and I stepped in it!"

"Serves you right! I burned myself on your damn hair curler yesterday!" screamed a voice that Brandon recognized as Trent's.

"Open this door, right now!" ordered the female voice.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Trish!"

Another loud bang sounded as the heavy footsteps marched back in the direction they came. A door then slammed shut.

"As you can hear, Trent's awake," Adele said, shaking her head at her children's antics.

"I see nothing changes," commented Brandon, knowing of the antagonistic sibling relationship between Trent and his older sister, Trishelle.

"Yes, the moment Trish walked in the door, she and Trent were practically swinging at each other," Adele said in a disappointed voice. "I hoped that when she went off to college, the time apart would help, but it's been three and a half years, and they still fight like cats and dogs. I hope you and Madison don't still fight like that."

"Uh, yeah, we kind of do," Brandon hesitated to admit.

"Bless your heart," she said, shaking her head further. "Sugar, you need to get over that. My brother and I fought as tykes, but now he's one of my closest friends."

Before Brandon could reply, the door to the kitchen swung open, ushering another Thornton beauty.

"Morning, Bran."

"M-morning, Tiara," Brandon greeted, forcing his jaw not to drop. "You changed your hair."

"Do you like it?" Brandon eagerly nodded. "I do too! I think I'll keep it until the new year."

"Doesn't she look as pretty as a peach? Melvin doesn't like it, but I do," Adele revealed.

Tiara Thornton's normally shoulder-length black hair was dyed a dark blonde. The twenty-year-old woman had a knack for constantly changing her hairstyle, but Brandon believed this to be the first time she ever went blonde. With similar light brown skin as her mother, it looked striking on her. In many ways, Adele's youngest daughter took after her in looks. Tiara had dark brown eyes, a medium-to-large bust, and a toned ass. Mid-height, she had a slim, almost slinky figure, and a polite personality. The only difference between mother and daughter came from Tiara's soft-spoken demeanor. She loved to let her appearance speak for her instead of words. The girl loved fashion, often seeking out the latest trends, and she loved to hear gossip.

"Yeah, you look great!" Brandon agreed, far louder than necessary.

"Thanks, Bran. Is this dress, alright? Your dad said to dress special for Black Friday?" Tiara inquired, twirling around to showcase her little black dress. Gulping, Brandon thanked himself for hiding behind the breakfast counter earlier. The low-cut front displayed Tiara's C-cups prominently, and the bottom barely made it down her upper thighs.

"You...you look awesome!"

"Aw, thank you. You're such a sweetie." Tiara beamed at the compliment. "Mom, I think I'm going to head into work early. I can't stand to listen to them any longer," she said, gesturing to the floor above.

"I'm sorry, Ti, I'll try and get them to behave by the time you get home," Adele promised, kissing her daughter on the cheek.

"My dad's making you work today?" Brandon asked, finally realizing what Trent's sister said earlier. Tiara worked as a receptionist at Waldon Automotive.

"All hands are on deck today. Didn't your dad tell you about the raffle? We expect a crowd later this afternoon when they award the prize," Tiara explained, pulling on her coat.

"Yeah, I guess he mentioned something about that yesterday," the teen recalled.

"Have fun shopping," Tiara told him, waving goodbye with her fingers.

"Oh, you two better get moving soon. The mall's going to be packed," Adele realized, spinning around to face her son's friend. "I'm going to go remind that slowpoke."

Brandon didn't answer. He was too busy holding in the drool that threatened to drip down from his mouth. When Trent's mother had spun around, he saw that her robe had come loose. Underneath, the floral nightie she wore had a low-cut front, one that flashed a considerable amount of her C-cups breasts.

Waiting until Adele left the room, Brandon groaned, wiping his mouth. Lowering his head, he saw that his jeans struggled to hide his hard cock. Reaching down, he worked to readjust himself, shifting his long member down his pants leg. Wiggling his waist, he checked to see if it was in a better position.

"Oh, it's you."

Raising his head in panic, Brandon saw a person had entered the kitchen without him hearing. It was a tall young woman of twenty-two years. Trishelle took after her father's side of the family with her darker skin tone and larger figure. She had long, straight black hair, light brown eyes, large breasts, and a curvy ass. She did take after her mother by having a boisterous attitude, but not a friendly one.

"Morning, Trish. How's college?"

"As if you really care," she said, giving Brandon a distasteful glare. "I better not see you checking out my tits, you got that?"

"Wh—I never do that!" Brandon denied.

"Oh, please. You've been doing that ever since I grew them," Trish stated, moving toward a cupboard. She pulled out a bottle of aspirin, downing two of the pills.

"I have not!" Brandon continued to protest, even as he scanned her body. Trishelle wore a pair of tight jeans and a red sweater that displayed the curves of her ample bust.

"Haven't what?" Trent asked, entering the kitchen.

"Your scuzzy friend is checking out my boobs," Trishelle accused, barely acknowledging her bother.

"Scuzzy?! I'm not scuzzy!" Brandon complained, not even knowing exactly what she meant.

Trent stood still for a moment studying the scene before him. Then with a grin, he walked over toward his sister from behind.

"Well, if you're going to flaunt them, then Brandon should look."

Angry at her brother's comment, Trishelle turned around to yell at him, only for Trent to reach up and pinch her left breast.

"What the—you little shit!" The older sister immediately swung her fist. Trent expecting it, leaned back so that it hit him in the shoulder instead of his face. Trishelle countered by kneeing him in the groin.

"Trishelle Anna Mae Thornton! What are you doing?" Adele questioned, re-entering the kitchen.

"He grabbed my boob, Mom!"

"I...didn't...mean to," Trent said, gasping for air, while on his knees. "Accident."

"Accident, my ass! Mom, he grabbed it on purpose. Tell her, Brandon."

"I didn't see anything," Brandon lied, instantly regretting it as he saw the murderous glare that Trishelle sent his way.

"Can't you be nice to your baby brother for once. He said it was an accident," Adele scolded her oldest, kneeling down to check on Trent. "Are you okay, baby?"

"Baby?! Have you looked at him lately?" Trishelle shrieked in exasperation, storming out of the room.

"Yeah, I'm okay, Mom. Why does she always have to be so mean to me?" Trent asked, winking at Brandon over his mom's shoulder.

"I'll have a word with her. She's old enough not to act that way," Adele said, wrapping her son in a loving hug. "Now, you go and have fun shopping."

"Okay, Mom, I'll make sure to buy you something extra special," he promised, kissing her cheek.

"Don't spend too much. Buy something nice for that girl you like," she told him.

"A nice girl that you like? Who the hell is that?" Brandon asked as they walked down the driveway.

"Beats me," Trent admitted with a chuckle. "Mom thinks the reason I never have a steady girl is that the girl I have a crush on is still stringing me along."

"I have no idea how your mom can be so oblivious to your ways," Brandon remarked, opening the driver's side door.

"It's all because I've managed to hide the girls I've banged from her. It would be easier though if she had a steady schedule," Trent complained. His mother worked in sales, which led her to visit customers or telecommute from home at times. This annoyed her son as he couldn't use his house for hookups as he never knew if his mom would be home.

"Yeah, like that's kept you a virgin," Brandon said as started the car. "Did you really have to grab her breast?"

"It worked didn't it," Trent laughed. "Now, she's on the defensive."

"I don't know, it's just weird when you do that."

"Trish has a weird relationship with her tits. Ever since she grew them, she likes to flaunt them, but then acts mad when people notice them," Trent explained.

"I don't know, I wouldn't do that to Madison. She'd probably slit my throat when I'm sleeping," Brandon conjecture. "I can't believe that Trish has never gotten ****."

"Maybe she's scared of me. Or she secretly likes it," Trent cackled madly at the idea.

Sometimes Trent is one weird dude. Brandon thought as he turned at the corner.

"So, we picking up Max?" Trent asked.

"He's got some family thing today."

"Zack?"

"I think he was heading up to Lisa's cabin with her parents," Brandon replied.

"That means it's just the dynamic duo for the day. Cool," Trent said with a grin that worried his friend.