Sharing is CARING, pt. I

(Several, several years later....)

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"Mom, you know I'm trying to go on a diet right now."

"Oh come on sweetie, one ice cream cone wouldn't hurt, would it?"

The girl broke into a small smirk. "Only one."

"Excuse me! You guys got any of those trademark ice cream cones of yours?"

The two returned to their table with their food. It was an open public lawn-space, wide patio style. Others were scattered about in other tables and ledges.

"Got any for me, sis?" asked a young man, already seated there.

"You already got your food," deflected the young, blonde-haired lady.

"Aall right, looks ready to jump into for me," smiled the pair's mother. She pulled her sunglasses up to her forehead, causing them to dig down into her rich dirty blonde hair, which split down her scalp in straight, healthy streams. Her face was gorgeous, albeit a little wrinkled with age. The three of them had assembled some local Hispanic sandwiches, along with a cup of horchata and, of course, for the two women, their favorite: ice cream cones. Particularly from this little establishment, which was modest but an old-timer; been around for years, now.

"Ice cream, huh, Jessica?"

The young woman glared at her practical male counterpart, as much as she would be remiss to admit it, and she would never. Considering the locale and weather, all of them were currently dressed in clothing to allow optimal air-flow, too. He was in a simple tee and capris. She was in a tanktop and breezy shorts. Their mom had on knee-length leggings and a blue top.

"Oh, stop it, Chase. Her team just won the locals, a little reward isn't going to make a dent."

"Yeah, Chase. Take it easy on your sister," a deep, masculine voice entered the conversation out of nowhere. Before they could say anything else, a pair of hands gripped both siblings' mothers' double D boobs from behind, then jiggled them. "Mm. Nice jugs."

The three turned, groped mother included, to find a man standing behind 'ol mother dearest. No fanfare, no twitch of the eye, as he explored her hefty chest.

"Well, thanks for the compliment, young man," relayed the mother, genuinely. "And I'm sorry our business snaked its way into yours. These two generally get along really well, but you know how it gets sometimes."

"It's nothing. I get it completely. I have a sister myself." In this newfound connection, he let go of the mother's breasts and squeezed his way between her and her daughter, the latter making only a little extra room. Once settled, his leg was happily pressed up against hers. And her curvier, fit mother's.

"Do you mind if I touch your daughter?" he inquired to the older woman.

Equipped with a look equivalent to pleasant, harmless surprise, she dipped her chin and tch'd, "Not at all."

Without an extra minute of time wasted, he raised a hand and slapped it down against Jessica's smooth, toned thigh, then rubbed it up and down its vigorous length. Then he slapped it again, and one more time.

"Well?" her mother, after patiently waiting and observing from the side as this nameless stranger smacked and caressed her daughter's leg beside her, ventured. She smiled, charmingly. "You must really like my daughter's legs to be touching them like that."

"They're great, for what they are." Smiled back the young man. Speaking of charms, a kind of neck accessory hung around his neck and slung down under his thin henley, one that his fingers toyed with every so once in a while ever since he first sat down at this table.

Then, without so much as a blink, he grabbed the bottom of the woman's shirt and tugged it up. Eventually, she got the idea, and lifted her arms up, until her black-bra-clad breasts were exposed, and then it was over her head and out of the way.

"Feel cooler?"

A deep breath was taken. "I feel a lot more exposed, for one." As she said this, however, she jostled out a laugh.

Chase's eyes bugged out for a brief moment before mister stranger caught his stare. The young blonde man cleared his throat and continued working down his sandwich.

"What's your name?"

"Carol. Short for Caroline."

"Family name?"

"Dopper."

He slapped the swell of both her heavy boobs. "How big?"

"My breasts?" Carol pressed her bottom lip up. "I wear double D bras if that's what you're asking..."

"Mm. Thought so. I'll save your tits for later." He gave them another squeeze, then turned back to face the rest of the table. "As I was saying, Chase, you should learn to be kinder to your sister. When my sister and I were about your age, we used to bicker a lot, too. But then I found that there was a bond between us that nothing could ever break."

Chase raised his brow in typical youth-slapped chic. "What?"

For the second time that day, a distinctive smile peered through his cheeks. "Let me show you."