Movie Night, Part 1

Jeremiah Holland opened the door to reveal an angel on his doorstep. An angel with bright red hair, beautiful and vibrant green eyes, very large breasts, and a curvy ass.

“Hey, Mr. Holland.” Amy beamed, and she stepped into the house, holding out her arms for a hug. Jeremiah leaned down to hug the busty teen tightly. She let out a soft squeak of surprise, more so when he picked up the short ginger and spun her around a bit.

Amy blew some red hair out of her face and giggled.

“It’s been a while, you’re always working.” Amy smiled warmly.

“I know, it’s been rough.” Jeremiah said, and he rubbed Amy’s pale arm.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here tonight. You guys doing something? Where is everyone?” Amy inquired, looking past Jeremiah at the empty living room.

“Amy!” Danielle Holland smiled, and she walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a rag.

“Hey, Mrs. Holland.” Amy smiled, and the two girls hugged. Jeremiah’s eyes eagerly stared at the point where the two very busty women’s racks mashed together. Fortunately, his wandering eyes went unnoticed as they broke apart from the hug. Danielle tossed the rag over her shoulder, and put her hands on her hips.

“You here for dinner? I’m afraid you missed it by about twenty minutes.” Danielle apologized.

“Oh, that’s OK, I ate before I came.” Amy explained, “Just wanted to stop by.”

“Well, we’re doing movie night here in this house. You’re more than welcome to stay.” Jeremiah put in, and Amy smiled.

“Oh, that sounds fun. What’s the movie?” she asked.

“Not sure. I’m thinking that new action movie, the one with the killer octopus.” Danielle said.

“Eight Stab Wounds?” Amy asked, “Sure, that could be fun. Haven’t seen that yet.”

“Glad to hear it! I’ve just got a few dishes left and I’m gonna go change. Once everyone’s changed and back in the living room, we can pick a movie.” Danielle said.

“Cool. I’m gonna go change.” Amy said. For years, she’d had clothes in Jace’s bedroom, and they didn’t quite fit her anymore, with how big her tits had gotten and how full her curves had grown, but she’d yet to replace her clothes. The bras there were useless, too, Jeremiah chuckled inwardly.

Amy had truly blossomed into one sexy little thing, hadn’t she? She headed up the stairs, and Jeremiah’s eyes followed her jean-clad curvy ass, plump and bouncy.

His wife walked back into the kitchen, and Jeremiah had to adjust his pants as he walked back to the living room. Amy had that effect on men.

———

Danielle was down to the last few dishes when Evan came into the kitchen. He’d changed into some black gym shorts and a white cotton shirt.

“Mr. Holland didn’t help you?” Evan raised a brow.

“No, he didn’t.” Danielle sighed.

Evan walked forwards and grabbed a plate from the sink and started rinsing it off.

“You don’t have to-“ Danielle protested, but Evan waved off her complaints, putting the plate in the dishwasher.

Danielle folded her arms under her very large tits, and smiled.

“You can be such a sweetheart sometimes.” Danielle sighed happily, and she helped Evan in finishing off the last handful of dishes. Evan was picking up a plate when he accidentally dropped it. It landed in the water unharmed, but it splashed water up and onto Danielle’s shirt.

“Shit, I’m sorry, Mrs. H.” Evan said immediately.

“Oh, don’t worry about it honey.” Danielle waved him off, and bumped him casually with her hip, as her hands were wet and dirty.

Evan glanced at the buxom blonde MILF, and he saw eagerly that her very light gray tank top had gone pretty see through, showing off her purple bra and the cleavage it made.

They went twice as fast as either of them would alone, and it was no time at all before Danielle was closing the dishwasher and pushing start. She grabbed a rag and dried off her hands and then handed it to Evan, who dried off his hands, too.

“Well, guess it’s time to go get changed for the movie.” Danielle laughed, and she gave her big, wet tits a squeeze almost reflexively, and it drew Evan’s gaze like a magnet attracted metal.

“I’m sorry again for splashing you.” Evan apologized, but Danielle waved a hand and pecked Evan on the cheek.

“Don’t worry about it. I was going to change anyway.” Danielle assured him.

“Be quick, then. I’m ready to watch a movie.” Evan grinned. Danielle laughed.

“I’ll do my best. Why don’t you go ask everyone whether or not they want popcorn? I figure I’ll make some up for us to enjoy.” Danielle suggested.

“Sure.” Evan answered.

Danielle went towards the stairs and headed up them, but paused when Evan called her name.

“Mrs. H! You should wear something sexy. To remind Mr. Holland of the sexy fox he married. Maybe he’d help with dishes more often.” Evan grinned playfully. Danielle laughed.

“Oh, if only it was that easy to make him do chores.” Danielle winked, and continued up the stairs, idly playing with her blonde hair as she went. Evan admired her round ass as she went, and adjusted his shorts. Danielle had that effect on men.

———

Jace tucked his dick back into his boxers, flushed the toilet, and stepped up to the sink to wash his hands.

While scrubbing the soap off his hands, Jace glanced in the mirror. He wore a faded, soft, blue shirt, and gray gym shorts. He sometimes slept in just boxers, but he didn’t feel like watching the movie in front of a bunch of friends and family in boxers.

Jace finished washing his hands and dried them off, running a hand through his blond hair. He needed a haircut, it was getting a little too thick.

Jace sighed and went and opened his bathroom door open, and walked out into the bedroom to see a vision bent over in front of his wardrobe.

It was obviously Amy, recognizable by her curvy ass and wide hips in some tight pink booty shorts. Her smooth back was entirely bare, which meant… Amy straightened up and blew out a breath. Jace swallowed as Amy turned around and her green eyes met his oceanic blue-green ones. Then his eyes flicked down, down to her pale, flawless tits. They were very large and round, visibly heavy how they hung slightly down, certainly not sagging, but gravity was a thing after all. They looked ridiculously soft, like twin pillows that Jace would eagerly suffocate in or between. Her nipples were a pale pink, and her areolas weren’t very dark either.

Jace’s gaze traveled back up towards her face, up to her flushed pale chest, then to her face, which was as red as a tomato. Her green eyes wouldn’t meet his, and she looked downright mortified.

“Ames… I didn’t know you were in here.” Jace said dumbly. What else could he say? He could hardly tell her how fucking sexy she was, how much he wanted to grab those tits, to say ‘damn the movie night’ and instead spend the night fucking her into the mattress. No, he couldn’t say any of that.

“I’m sorry.” Amy whispered, “I should have let you know I was in here.”

“No. No, it’s not your fault.” Jace hastily soothed his best friend, “Besides, I mean, it’s hardly the first time I’ve seen you without a shirt on.”

Amy shook her head rapidly.

“We weren’t even in kindergarten when we used to take baths together, Jace. You and I both know that does NOT count.” Amy whimpered. Very aware of his best friend’s nudity, Jace walked forwards. He wanted to pull her into a hug and reassure her, and he could not do that with her huge bare tits bouncing whenever she moved even slightly.

Jace pulled off his shirt and handed it to her wordlessly. She hastily pulled it on, and then Jace embraced her.

“It’s OK. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” Jace soothed her in soft tones, and she nodded slowly.

“R-right. C-close your eyes.” Amy ordered. Jace obediently did so.

He heard hurried scrambling, felt something soft hit his chest, and then the door opened and closed in seconds. Jace opened his eyes and found himself alone in the room. He glanced down and saw his blue shirt lying on the ground. He knelt and picked it up, pulling it over his head, trying not to think about how lucky this shirt had gotten tonight.

Jace plopped down on the bed, his head swirling with thoughts of Amy’s huge, gorgeous tits.

The door opened and Jace looked up to see Daisy. She stepped into the room wearing black gym booty shorts that showed off her long and smooth tanned legs and a loose pink crop top.

“Hey, Jace, is Amy OK? I saw her hurrying downstairs like she was being chased.” Daisy frowned.

“Yeah, she’s fine.” Jace rubbed his face.

“Are you OK, then?” Daisy asked, and Jace looked up as his beautiful older sister walked up to him. She stood in front of him while he sat, and her hands cupped his chin, tipping his head back to look up at her. Jace wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer so his head pressed into her bare stomach. Her warm skin was comforting against his cheek.

“I dunno. I accidentally saw a little too much of Amy when I came out of the bathroom, and now she’s an embarrassed wreck around me.” Jace confessed. Daisy made a soothing sound.

“She’ll get over it. It’s probably the shock.” Daisy murmured.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly make it better, I don’t think.” Jace muttered.

“You stared, didn’t you?” Daisy asked gently.

“Maybe.” Jace grumbled. Daisy stroked his head, running her fingers idly through his hair.

“You and her have been best friends for 18 years, and slept in the same bed for like 15 of those years.” Daisy consoled him, “It’s more surprising that you haven’t caught her naked prior to today.”

“It just never happened.” Jace shrugged.

“Today’s not the first time you’ve been attracted to Amy, is it?” Daisy inquired.

“No.” Jace confessed. Daisy pulled him closer to her bare stomach, rubbing his head soothingly.

“Today’s probably the first time Amy realized you could see her as a woman. That you did.” Daisy guessed, “That’s a big shock to your friendship. Ariel and I had the exact same shock. Ours came when we were 15 or so, but it happened. You’ve seen us today. Closer than ever before, and now we can be much more open about stuff, too. You and Amy will be stronger for this, trust me.”

“I hope you’re right.” Jace mumbled. Daisy sat down in his lap, and she kissed his forehead.

“I am, trust me.” Daisy winked, and Jace smiled.

“Now come on, that jackass Evan told me that Mom’s making popcorn.” Daisy said, and she hopped up from his lap. She grabbed Jace by the wrists and tugged him to his feet. Daisy swayed her hips invitingly as she walked forwards, and after feeling his big sister’s big ass in his lap, Jace had to subtly adjust his shorts.

Daisy had that effect on men.