Weather the Storm

Robert Ravers leaned back on the couch and watched the room carefully. He saw his daughter, the busty vision of beauty, laughing and smiling with Ashley, who had initially seemed reluctant to be joyous while Zack was out in the freak storm. But she’d gotten into the spirit of things nicely, Robert decided.

Robert looked up as footsteps approached and saw Monica Bishop approaching, and he gave her a smile as she plopped down beside him. Very close to him, he noted. Back in the day, he and Monica had had sex a few times. Even after they’d both been married to other people. After Robert’s tumultuous romance with Monica’s older, bustier sister, the two had wound up together not long later.

They’d never officially dated, but they’d been long-term fuck-buddies for a few months. A few very pleasant months.

“We should play a game!” a voice exclaimed. Robert glanced to see Taylor Bishop roll her eyes beside the jubilant Hannah Woodsen.

Robert had never gotten his hands on Sarah Woodsen, Hannah’s mother, but he’d often daydreamed of those enormous tits of hers. They’d only gotten bigger as she aged and birthed two beautiful daughters. Hannah was clearly the recipient of her mother’s busty gene, as Ashley’s were rather small.

“A game sounds fun!” Pietra Smith agreed, and Robert noticed how the bisexual girl’s eyes lingered on Monica while Monica was laughing at something Helena Smith had said, and was looking the other direction. Pietra noticed Robert had caught her, but instead of taking her eyes off Monica, she simply winked at Robert and kept gazing in admiration at the MILF’s features and assets.

Robert’s eyes flicked down to Monica’s great rack, and she noticed his gaze, and her full lips simply curved into a smile. His long-time lover gave his hand a subtle squeeze.

“What should we play?” Monica asked curiously.

“A drinking game!” Hannah said eagerly. Robert gave a low chuckle.

“Definitely not.” he shook his head.

“Why not?” Monica asked him, a smirk on her face.

“Let’s just say I’m not a very trustworthy person around liquor.” Robert admitted.

“True.” all the adults in the room muttered.

“Ok, ok. What about Mafia, then?” Taylor suggested.

“Drinking Mafia?” Hannah asked innocently.

“No to both suggestions. Let’s do... let’s do the Newlywed Game!” Monica suggested.

“None of us are Newlyweds.” Taylor pointed out.

“You don’t have to be Newlyweds, you just break up into duos and then try to see which pair knows each other the best by a game show host asking every team questions. One person answers the question, and the other tries to match their answer. You get a point if the answers are the same.” Monica explained.

“Sure, I’ll play. But if you get a question wrong, you take a shot.” Hannah said.

“Fine!” Robert threw up his hands.

“Alright, let’s pair up.” Monica clapped her hands.

———

Zack trudged in silence as heavy sheets of rain slammed down on him and gusts of wind slammed into his side. Victoria was in a similar state, of course.

They’d been unable to find any cave or any kind of shelter that didn’t have potential danger.

So they kept wandering the forest. The storm had rolled in and darkened the sky, so Zack had no idea what time it was, as neither him nor Victoria wore watches, and their swimsuits didn’t exactly have pockets for their phones.

The only good thing about this was that the chill and the rain had turned Victoria’s bikini transparent and her nipples hard.

“Do you see that?” Victoria gasped, and Zack looked up from her nipples to see where she was looking.

Zack saw it, too, the soft yellow light peeking through the trees. It filled him with hope.

“C’mon.” Zack said, and the pair ran forwards. They rounded the thick oak trees and it revealed a large clearing with a big cabin in it.

“Who’s cabin is this?” Victoria asked worriedly.

“Does it matter? We have to hope they take pity on us.” Zack said, glancing up as thunder boomed.

“You’re right.” Victoria nodded, and the two of them headed towards the cabin’s front door. It was a very lavish cabin, one that made Robert’s look small. But from the cars parked out front, there were a lot less people.

Zack knocked on the front door and Victoria stood a bit behind him, clinging to his arm worriedly.

The door opened to reveal a beautiful woman. She had silver hair, large, gorgeous breasts, and some damn incredible curves. Her stunning gray eyes filled with concern and then something akin to appreciation as she studied Zack’s bare muscular torso. The woman wasn’t particularly old, probably in her mid-thirties, which was why the silver hair temporarily threw him, but he recovered quickly. Maybe she dyed it?

She extended a smooth hand, and Zack blinked at her. He reached out and shook her hand.

“I’m Fiona Wynwick. What can I do for you?” the woman asked, with eyes only for Zack. She completely ignored Victoria.

“Hi, Mrs. Wynwick. My name’s Zack Bishop. Um, my friend and I were out kayaking when the storm rolled in. Do you mind if we, uh, stay here until the storm rolls past?” Zack asked.

“Not at all.” Fiona smiled.

“Thanks.” Zack said nervously, and Fiona stepped aside to let him and Victoria enter. She studied Victoria critically.

“My niece, Sienna, has some clothes that could fit you. She’s much bustier than you, but I think you could make them work.” Fiona said. Victoria gaped at the woman.

Fiona turned to Zack and she put a hand on his arm.

“Come with me, Zack. I’ll get you some clothes.” Fiona said in a seductive whisper. Zack gave Victoria an apologetic look over his shoulder as Fiona dragged him away.

“So, Mrs. Wynwick, I-“ Zack began awkwardly, and Fiona stopped abruptly.

“I’m not married, Zack. And you can just call me Fiona. None of that Ms. Wynwick bullshit.” she waved a dismissive hand.

“Oh, ok. Sure. So, Fiona, I just wanted to thank you again for taking in me and Tori.” Zack said. He noticed Fiona’s eyes were lingering on his chest again. Zack couldn’t deny that his eyes flicked down to her large breasts quite often as well. She may be bustier than Sarah, Zack was beginning to think.

“Like what you see?” Fiona purred. Zack looked up into her gray eyes with alarm, but the woman was by no means angry. Her hand came up to settle on Zack’s bicep and she hungrily closed the distance between them. Fiona’s lips were on his, and before he could even think, his body responded, yanking her tightly to him, reveling in the feeling of her large breasts against his chest.

The pair continued making out passionately until somebody cleared their throat. Zack looked up from Fiona’s lips to see a beautiful blond who had similar facial structure to Fiona. This blond newcomer was striking, though. For one, her breasts were massive, outclassing Fiona’s easily. She was a bit less curvy than Fiona, however, and Zack had to admit that he liked Fiona’s silver hair better than the blond’s. He began to wonder which sister (for he was pretty sure they were sisters) was dying her hair.

“Fiona, what are you doing with that boy? He’s Fletcher’s age!” the blond chided.

“Yes, and he’s also extremely hot. Can you stop being such a buzzkill, Sela?” Fiona rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Fi, I’m not against sex. I’m against sex with random guys.” the blond, Sela, wrinkled her nose.

Fiona scoffed and leaned up to give Zack a quick kiss.

“Well, Sela, why don’t we take him for a test drive together?” Fiona lifted an eyebrow. Zack’s mouth hung open. Sela was biting her lip, and Zack couldn’t help but gaze at the two women’s large busts.

“Ok, fine.” Sela exhaled, “But only because Calum’s working, and I’m horny. This isn’t becoming a re-occurring thing.”

Fiona seemed delighted, though. She took Sela by the hand and led her up to Zack.

“Zack, this is my older sister, Sela. We both want to fuck you. You in?” she lifted an eyebrow.

“Yes.” Zack nodded. The sisters Wynwick exchanged devilish grins, and then they turned those grins on Zack, who felt his cock begin to get truly, fully hard.