Happy Birthday: Ch. 1

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Hello, my faithful readers!
This here’s the first chapter of my second commission! I hope you enjoy it! I think fans of Daddy’s Home are really gonna like this one. There’s no actual sex in this chapter, I’m sorry to report, but once it gets started, it’s gonna get pretty crazy! There’s much more to come, and I hope you enjoy reading!
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Content Warnings: Incest, a huge cock, and generally unrealistic anatomy
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The Guest of Honor

The evening air was still warm with the lingering heat of the summer sun when a sleek black limousine pulled up to the curb outside the ballroom.  The engine’s rumble quieted to a soft purr as it came to a stop, the chirping song of crickets in the grass reasserting itself as the loudest sound, only interrupted by the muffled beat of the music pounding through the doors of the ballroom. There was a soft click as the door latch opened, the sleek black door swinging wide to make room for the guest of honor as he emerged from the posh interior.

First, a leg emerged, a polished wing-tip shoe planting itself on the sidewalk, swiftly followed by a strong hand, gripping the door-frame for leverage as it hauled the rest of the figure out of the vehicle. John Best climbed free of the limo and straightened up, standing to his full six foot height, clad in a black suit tailored to emphasize his broad chest, tight core, and muscular limbs. He clearly took great care of his appearance, his skin smoothly tanned, his light brown hair trimmed into an expert fade, short on the top, his strong jaw smoothly shaven. His face was handsome by almost any standard, with soulful hazel eyes set in a rugged, masculine face. He frowned, raising one finger to hook the triangular knot at his throat and pulled, loosening the deep red silk tie looped around his neck.



A second dull click sounded as another door opened, a very different leg stepping out. Long, shapely, and feminine, the new leg set the point of its tall red stiletto heel on the pavement as the shimmering silky fabric of a bright red evening gown slid off it, baring her flawless tanned skin all the way up to the thigh, where the slit in the material stopped. A finely-manicured hand reached out, hovering there for a moment while John walked over and took hold of it, helping his mother from the limo. Ava Best stood, her chestnut brown eyes gleaming with pride as she smiled, her heels lifting her high enough to look her son in the eye. Long, wavy black hair framed her face as her plump, glossy, red-painted lips curled up into a smile that reached from one of her high cheekbones to the other. “I raised such a gentleman!” She commented, smirking as she glanced down him, taking in the rare sight of her son all dressed up. “And so handsome, too…” She added.

He couldn’t help but return the appraising glance, eyes roaming down her body. One could hardly imagine a body like hers could have even had one child, let alone three. Her slinky red silk evening gown hugged the length of her body, showing off her wide, flared hips and the thick, juicy ass they supported. The dress drew in at the waist, squeezing around her slender waist and tight stomach, before it struggled to cover her mountainous breasts, each massive wobbling orb the size of a beach ball, and unmistakably all-natural. Her strapless gown’s tightness pushed her mounds up and together, mashing the massive milk-tanks into a bottomless valley of tan line free bronze cleavage. She stepped forward, pressing those mouth-watering melons against her son’s strong body as she reached for him. “Now if only you’d stop messing with your tie…” She muttered, grabbing his tie and tightening the loop, pushing the knot up into place again.

“Mooom!” He objected, looking exasperated but making no move to stop her. “Come on, it’s my birthday, why can’t I just leave it a little loose?”

“Oh, hush. It’s not going to kill you to look nice for a few minutes.” She chided in a decidedly motherly way. “You can loosen it after everyone’s said hello and seen you looking all nice.” She offered. “Besides, it’ll be days before I get to dote on my favorite son again, let me have this.”

While Ava fiddled with John’s tie, a third figure climbed out of the limo. “Don’t you mean your only son?” Eve Best smirked, a bemused expression that lingered on her plump pink-painted lips and cast her cheekbones in a playful light. As she straightened up, she paused to make sure her shoulder-length hair was still in place after the ride, light brown hair preened out to show off her soft features and gleaming chestnut brown eyes.

Much like her mother, every inch of his older sister’s flawless skin was perfectly tanned, just a shade lighter than her mother’s. Her gown matched her mother’s, as well, the strapless pink gown mashing her jiggling yet proud bra-busters, each as big as a basketball, into a shelf of cleavage that went on forever. The gown clung to her tight, toned waist and generous hips, hugging the eye-popping ass that was the envy of every girl in school. A dress so tight would have been mercilessly revealing on any normal girl, but Eve’s tight, buxom figure had absolutely nothing to hide. It reveled in the revelation of her body for all to see. The upper hem of her gown went tantalizingly low, showing off every inch of cleavage she could get away with, stopping just barely shy of her pink peaks, her eraser-hard buds poking at the smooth fabric.

Ava smiled, letting go of the tie and glancing over her shoulder to her eldest child, a smirk on her face. “That does make it easier to pick a favorite, now doesn’t it?”

Eve smirked and shook her head at the attempt at humor, looking to her brother appraisingly. “You certainly clean up nice, though. Very sexy.” She commented, nodding sincerely.

“Nice?” Objected a new voice as its owner emerged onto the sidewalk. Vickie Best let her hazel eyes roll over her brother’s body appreciatively. “Big bro’s a fucking stud! Those girls are gonna be gagging for a turn.” She extolled, glancing to her sister with a superior smirk on her glossy lips. She ran her fingers through her long, deep brown hair, blonde highlights flowing between her fingers. She flicked her wrist out, letting her hair fall back into place, the floating strands settling down to stop just below her shoulder blades.

Her dress matched the design of her mother’s and sister’s, but hers was a snowy, shimmering white, and the body it clung to was even tighter than Eve’s. The petite teen was a good six inches shorter than John, even with the aid of her precarious heels, though they did help make her long, toned legs and jiggling bubble-butt look even more fantastic than normal. The merciless material pulled tight around her tiny, toned core, exposing the faint ripples of some sexy abs, then strained around her volleyball-sized tits, pushing the mounds into eye-catching cleavage. She might have the smallest pair in the family, but her H-cups were far beyond even the wildest dreams of any normal girl, soft, perky, all-natural, gravity-defying tits that jiggled hypnotically with every breath.

Vickie glanced to her sister’s low neckline and frowned slightly for a moment. Reaching up, she tugged at her dress, pulling the neckline down until the rosy pink of her proud peaks barely peeked over the edge. She bounced up to her brother and eagerly wrapped her arms around his, pulling the limb into the valley of her breasts in a way that could almost be believed as accidental if it weren’t for the smirk of superiority that flickered across her features as she glanced to her older sister. Eve shot her a glare in return, doing much the same with his other arm. “Now, girls, calm down. The party’s about to start.” Their mother chided, stepping up behind him, her massive mammaries flattening on his broad back while her hands came around to cover his eyes. “No peeking now…” She reminded.

“Is this really necessary?” John muttered, exasperated, as the girls began to guide him forward, toward the source of the beat sounding through the doors.

“Hush, sweetie. It’s tradition, and it’s all in good fun.” Ava replied, curtly, as the foursome guided him through the double doors and into the ballroom proper. There was a moment where the only sound was the music, the rhythm broken only by a muted giggle somewhere in front of him. Then, all at once, the hands came away, and as he opened his eyes, he was greeted with a chorus of female voices calling out to him, so loud the sound filled the ballroom.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The ballroom wasn’t exactly huge, just a little bit bigger than a basketball court, but there was more than enough space for the celebration within it. A long table ran down the center of the room, the edge trimmed with colorful streamers, bundles of balloons floating over each corner, the entire length covered in bowls of punch, plates of cookies, trays of cupcakes, and platters of fruits and vegetables. Apart from the latter, they’d all been picked over already, empty spaces marring otherwise attractive arrangements. Around the edges of the room, there were four round tables, each one bearing a centerpiece of balloons and a name, indicating one of the branches of the Best clan. At the far end of the ballroom there was a large empty space in front of a small, raised stage, likely intended as a dance floor. On one wall there was even a small booth, like a photo booth but a little bigger, a video testimonials booth. And above it all, a huge banner stretched across the room, colorful block letters three feet tall spelling out ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’.

The entire Best clan had gathered for the event, his own family joining the other three branches waiting for them, a dozen aunts and cousins altogether. The first thing that might stick out at an outsider looking on the gathering would probably be the breasts. Every woman and teenager present was impossibly busty, with tits that defied both physics and conventional bra sizes alike. Melons ranging from bouncing beach-balls, to wobbling watermelons, to basketballs, volleyballs, and one still-growing pair of ripe grapefruit. There were no bras to be found among the gathered crowd, even the smallest among them requiring an impossible to find 30F, and no implants, either, every melon in the bunch all natural. It wasn’t like they needed them, though, every heaving, jiggling breast sat high and proud, even without support, with barely a hint of sag, even on the biggest bra-busters among them.

The second thing our hypothetical outsider might notice, after spending several long minutes burning the sight of the buffet of breast meat into his hypothetical mind, was that they were all women. All incredibly beautiful women, at that. Something about the Best family line left the clan with sixteen jaw-dropping girls and one overdeveloped boy, almost like all the potential manliness of the family had been distilled down to him. That one boy’s birthday had become something spectacular over the course of years.

As the echo of the cry faded away, John smiled, looking over his gathered family as they closed in on him, a sea of faces, tits, and curvy bodies. Each offered up something, be it a hug, a kiss, bond birthday wishes, or a comment on how much he’d grown or how good he looked. He smiled, shook hands, returned hugs, and laughed at snarky comments while his mother and sisters stood nearby, caught up in the whirlwind of greetings and catching up. After a few minutes of power-mingling, the crowd began to thin out as the obligatory greetings were exhausted.

He was just stepping back from hugging Aunt Christina when there was suddenly a sharp cheer. Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to make out a mass of pale, freckled limbs, green dresses and bright coppery hair, giggling in chorus as the bundle of bodies bore down on him. Everyone else seemed to have the good sense to get out of the way before the mass hit him in what was practically a flying tackle, bearing him to the ground, still giggling madly. As they stopped moving, the tangle of colors resolved into three identical figures, a trio of buxom cousins pinning him to the floor. He might have assumed a head injury was to blame for seeing three copies of the same girl if he wasn’t intimately familiar with the trio of troublemakers. “Happy birthday!” one congratulated, in a sing-song tone. “We missed you!” another chimed in. “It’s been too long.” the third agreed.

“I saw you guys last week!” John objected.

“Exactly, much too long.” “Twice a week, minimum.” “That’s just fair.” The three agreed, nodding sagely at each other’s comments in mock seriousness. Abby broke the mask first, grinning down to their cousin. “That’s three to one, you’re outvoted.” “Twice a week, from now on.” Betty instructed, poking him in the chest. “Don’t you love democracy?” Cherry wondered, giggling. The three were identical triplets, with seemingly endless energy and a wicked sense of humor, so close they could finish each other’s sentences, collectively known as the ABCs. As one, the three climbed off him, taking him by the arms and helping him to his feet, still grinning broadly.

All three were mirror images of each other, the same in virtually every way. Each one had the same bright green eyes that gleamed with mischief, the same plump pink lips always curled into a smile, the same long, shining, coppery hair, curled loosely at the ends. They had the same pale skin, liberally dusted with freckles, constellations of cinnamon-hued dots running across their faces from cheekbone to cheekbone, up each arm, across their shoulders, and down onto the upper slopes of their massive, milky melons, each orb the size of a basketball. They were even dressed the same, tight teenage bodies wrapped in revealing emerald backless dresses, the material clinging to their voluptuous figures, showing off their perfect asses and immense tits, hard nipples straining the fabric. Together, they tugged at John’s arms, dragging him off toward the food table. “Come on, let’s get some food!” “Then a dance!” “Then maybe a little privacy…” The three urged in turn, the third’s naughty smirk swiftly infecting the other two.

“Girls!” Came Aunt Christina’s stern yet smooth rebuke as she set her hands on her wide hips, fixing her three daughters with a level, serious look. Her soft, mature features and full hourglass figure spoke of classical beauty, a sophisticated, graceful loveliness. Jaw-length wavy copper hair framed her face, her sapphire eyes icy and sharp, narrowed at her girls. “Let the guest of honor go.” She instructed, the velvet softness of her voice covering the iron will behind it. There was a moment of hesitation as the sisters glanced to each other, trying to form a valid objection. then the moment passed, and the three pouted, letting their cousin’s limbs go in surrender.

As soon as the three had released him, Aunt Christina’s features softened once again, her eyes sparkling as she looked to her nephew with a soft smile. She stepped forward toward him, a little extra sway in her sultry stride as she stalked closer, her full-figured form barely held back by her emerald gown. Her breasts were enormous, just a fraction smaller than his mother’s, like pale, creamy beach balls that wobbled with each step, her deep scoop-necked gown exposing deep, milky cleavage. Her breasts were incredible, but her most impressive feature was probably her ass. Her waist wasn’t as thin as her sister’s, though still spectacular by normal standards, but even so, her hips flared widely, the fabric pulled tight around them and the thick, jiggling spheres of her juicy, shapely bubble-butt. Every step made her hips roll hypnotically as she drew closer.

Her breasts pressed against his chest, the massive spheres softly flattening against his hard body. “I’m sorry about my girls. They can be a little… excitable.” She purred softly, her hard nipples pushing against him.

“Uh… No problem.” He assured, words failing for a moment as his eyes were inevitably sucked into the deep valley of her cleavage.

Aunt Christina’s smile widened as she pressed herself more firmly against his chest, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. “Mmm… I can hardly wait for the main event.” She purred, her voice soft and sultry as she gazed deep into his eyes, a knowing gleam in those sapphire pools.

“Mom!” One of the ABCs objected, Betty, it seemed, “No fair!” She stepped forward to set a hand on her mother’s shoulder. “Yeah! How come we’re not allowed to play with him and you are?” Abby elaborated, mirroring her sister on the other shoulder. Cherry slid up behind Christina and wrapped her arms around her mother, hands roughly groping at her massive breasts, fingers sinking into the mountainous, milky mounds. “Using these fat tits to tease our favorite cousin…” She playfully growled as the three pulled their mother off John, Abby and Betty taking hold of her wrists with their free hands. “I’d say she deserves punishment.” Abby suggested, nodding sagely. “Agreed.” Betty nodded back. A wicked grin spread across Cherry’s face. “I have an in idea. To the booth!” She proclaimed. A similar grin bloomed on her sisters’ faces as they began to drag their mother off.

“Girls! Girls, let me go this instant or…” Aunt christina objected helplessly, her promises of punishment fading out of hearing as the four redheads made their way off to the far side of the ballroom.


John blinked at the exchange he’d just witnessed, somewhat stunned by the sudden turn of events. Well… at least now he was out of the mingling phase of the night. And snacks sounded like a pretty good way to start the rest of the party. He shook his head and turned, heading for the long table and letting his eyes roam over the buffet of sweet treats laid out before him. He was the birthday boy, after all, it would be a shame not to enjoy the bounty prepared for him. A tray of big double-chocolate chunk cookies drew his gaze and he set upon it, eating quickly. He never knew when he was going to be interrupted again, after all. He was just taking a bite of his third cookie when he glanced up to see his three blonde cousins standing across the table from him, beaming.

It was easy to see the family resemblance between the three sisters before him. All three of them were exceptionally pale, bearing flawless, milky-white skin, almost like porcelain dolls, which combined with their long, shimmering blonde hair to give the trio an almost angelic appearance. They had the same narrow, refined facial features, accented with an expert application of makeup, giving their hazel eyes a smoky, sultry look, and making their plump plink lips shimmer wetly. Each one looked to John with the same expression of unabashed adoration.

They all wore the same style of dress, each one made of shimmering white fabric with golden accents. Tightly-laced corsets transitioned into loose, ankle-length gowns, embroidered with swirling patterns of gold. Clearly custom-built to fit Best family girls, the corset cups pushed their firm, round breasts to greater prominence, though it almost seemed like overkill, barely managing to hide the sibling’s pale peach-pink nipples. They shoulders were left bare, but each one was wearing silky white opera gloves that were fastened around the upper arm with golden bands. Around each neck was a fine golden chain, bearing a dangling gold locket, their surfaces covered in delicate scrollwork.

Cousin Kasey was the first to react when she saw his gaze fall upon them, reaching down to take hold of her dress at each side and offer him a respectful curtsy, her overstuffed corset nearly giving up as she bent forward, giving him the perfect angle to let his eyes probe the cleavage of her watermelon sized breasts. “Hello again, John.” She greeted before straightening up again. “How do you like the food?” She inquired, gesturing down the table gracefully. “My sisters and I helped prepare it.” She explained, reaching out to grab a chocolate-dipped strawberry off a nearby tray and bringing it up to her lips. “I do hope you’re enjoying it…” She purred, eyes on his as she ran her tongue over the berry before dipping it between her lips, plush lips rolling over its surface as took a juicy bite.

Cousin Madison was less composed than her older sister, fidgeting quietly with a strand of her long blond hair as she bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with her eagerness. She was the smallest of her siblings, despite being the middle child, even with her heels she was only barely taller than five feet, with a slender, petite frame with a tiny, tight waist. The only notable exception to her small build was her breasts, enormous and proud, the size of twin volleyballs, only made more impressive by virtue of her slender frame. When her older sister commented on the food, she bounced on her heels with uncontrollable excitement, sending her massive breasts wobbling wildly. “How do you like the cookies? I know you liked them last year so I tried to find the recipe again but I couldn’t remember the name so I tried-” She blurted out, the words pouring forth with abandon.

“Calm down, Madison.” Kasey urged softly as the energetic teen launched into her explanation. “Let him finish his mouthful, at least.” She chided, making the hyperactive blonde sink back away from the table, going back to fidgeting with her hair as her face flushed with embarrassment.

John smirked, chewing for a moment more before swallowing his mouthful of soft, chocolatey cookie, and shooting the littlest blonde a warm, reassuring smile. “They’re fantastic. Better than last year.” He assured her. The look of gratitude and relief that spread across her face as he took another bite was almost more satisfying than the chocolate.

Kasey discarded the top of her strawberry as she glanced over to Charlotte, the youngest sibling and the only one who’d yet to speak up, simply lingering back a step, gazing on him with adoration. Kasey smirked. “Ahh, Charlotte, have you said hello you your favorite cousin yet?” She asked, reaching out to grab the platinum-blonde teen, Charlotte’s hazel-green eyes going wide as her older sister pulled her forward and set her hands on Charlotte’s shoulders. The teenager blushed bright red, completing the image of perfect, unspoiled innocence.

By Best family standards, Charlotte was positively flat-chested, her full, pale, grapefruit-sized breasts that would be the envy of any normal girl paled in contrast to the watermelons on either side of her head. Where her chest was lacking, though, her ass picked up the slack. Her hips were wide, flaring out from her waist, filling out with a perfectly round, smooth, pale bubble-butt that practically begged for a sharp swat. The teen’s hips and rear flared wide enough to tent out her gown, her bubble-butt to shapely it made a little shelf behind her. With Kasey’s prompting, she let her plump pink lips split into a shy smile, baring her gleaming silver braces, and offered him a little wave. “Hi, John…” She managed before her shyness won out again, and she bit her lip, shifting a little uncomfortably under his gaze.

Kasey’s gloved hands lingered on Charlotte’s shoulders, not letting her slip away just yet. “She’s finally old enough to join in this year.” Kasey explained when her sister’s words failed. “She’s been looking forward to it ever since her birthday, but she’s been getting more and more nervous about this all week. I thought we’d have to drag her out of her room to get her here. Seems she’s a shy about… ‘performing’.” She explained. Charlotte’s eyes went wide as her face darkened a few shades, and she looked back at her sister in horrified embarrassment.

John chuckled softly and gave her a warm smile. “No need to be so nervous, Charlotte. We’re all family here, after all.” He offered with chuckle. It seemed to be enough to make her calm down a bit, her blush fade a shade or two lighter, the corners of her lips quirking upward as gave him a nod in return.

Suddenly, there was a silk-gloved hand gently resting on his shoulder. He turned, coming face to face with the matriarch of the branch, Aunt Wendy. Long, flowing blonde hair framed her face, her bangs trimmed to keep them out of her sapphire eyes, her lips, painted a deep, glossy red, curled into a warm smile. Her body was exquisitely shaped, a perfect hourglass curve made all the more extreme by the corset struggling to support her massive, round tits. Each monstrous mammary was as big as a beach ball, a shade bigger than even his mother’s heaving, wobbling melons. The creamy, pale orbs were so large the corset, even tailored as it was, couldn’t quite contain her, the very edges of her pink nipples peeking out over the edges of the cups. Every movement made the perfect milky orbs wobble and bounce for an eternity.

The bottomless creamy cleavage brought to bear so suddenly was enough to steal the words from his mouth as her second hand joined the first on his shoulders. “Ahh, John! So good to see you getting along so well with my daughters.” She smiled, her voice soft and soothing. One hand slid up his shoulder until it cupped the back of his neck, gently pulling him down into a warm hug, cradling his head to her heart. It might have seemed an innocent sort of hug, if it weren’t for the way his face ended up buried in the endless cleavage between her mountainous peaks. “I only hope we’ll have the chance to get along so well soon…” She purred as his senses were swallowed up by tits.

Suddenly he felt himself pushed deeper into the deep valley of tits, something big and soft pressing against the back of his head, completely burying him in cleavage. Aunt Wendy made an indignant noise as a familiar voice spoke up. “Mind if I cut in?” The voice inquired, teasingly.

Aunt Wendy’s grip on his head tightened. “My dear sister… How very like you to intrude on a private moment.” She shot, her honeyed words failing to disguise the tone of annoyance underneath them.

When the voice spoke again, John recognized the source. “Oh, how silly of me, dear sister.” Aunt Amy replied, the last two words dripping with sarcasm. “I must have forgotten, you’re not happy unless you’re hogging all the attention.” She added, leaning further in, her heavy breasts pressing more firmly into John’s head as she did.

As Aunt Wendy readied a retort, suddenly the pressure on the back of his head disappeared, and a new pair of hands took him by the shoulders, pulling him from the valley of his aunt’s tantalizing tits and turning him around to face Aunt Amy. She grinned broadly, her deep brown eyes on his. “I haven’t even had the chance to say hi, yet!” Before he had the chance to do anything, she leaned forward, pressing her plush, pillowy lips to his in a forceful kiss, her tongue probing into his mouth to coil with his as they made out for a long moment. Both he and Wendy were too stunned to even react until she finally pulled her lips from his and gave him a playful smirk. “Hi there, stud. You’re looking good.” She greeted, then glanced to her sister, a triumphant look in her eye.

John blinked, still somewhat dazed by the sudden reversal. Even in such a stat, though, his eyes roamed his aunt’s body hungrily. Aunt Amy was built for sex. Everything about her begged for it. Her deep chestnut brown eyes were seductive by default. Her long dark hair cascaded down her back, swept back over her pierced ears. Her face was expertly accentuated with makeup, from softly shadowed eyes to pink-painted, eye-catching glossy lips. If ever there were lips perfect for pleasing a cock, these were they. Twin plump, glistening pink pillows, curved in a playful smirk, they looked like some sort of sweet, exotic fruit, ripe and practically begging to be tasted.

She was tall, not quite as tall as John, but her heels lent her enough height to look down an inch or two on her nephew. Her dress, if it could be called that, was more like a micro-mini-skirt that clung for dear life to her generous hips and tantalizing ass, with a pair of appendages, long, slender black straps that were drawn up tight over a pair of jiggling tits the size of beach balls and fastened tightly behind her neck. It showed a lot of skin, but she had a body worth showing off, to be certain. Every inch of her tanned body was lovingly maintained, the faintest hint of abs visible below the surface of her stomach, between the straps of her dress.

“And you accuse ME of stealing attention?!” Aunt Wendy snapped, angrily, glaring at her sister.

As aunt amy’s attention turned away from John to level a glare at her sister and ready a retort, John felt a tug on his hand. Cousin Janice gave his hand another tug, holding up a finger to her lips for silence when he looked in her direction. Silently, she gestured him to follow, tugging his hand again, and this time he came along, slipping out of the crossfire of the duelling matriarchs as the rest of the family began to gather to either break up or watch the rapidly-building grudge match.

As he followed Janice, he took a moment to take in the sight of her all dressed up. Her smooth olive skin shone softly in the light, bearing a permanent, natural, perfect tan, her tight teenage body barely hidden by her revealing dress. It looked much like her mother’s, but she wore hers backwards, with the straps above her heart-shaped tight little ass, wrapped around her sides and up over her basketball sized breasts, the straps crossing just below her neck before they were tied off behind it. She was petite, though not quite as petite as Madison, she was toned and thin enough that when she stood with her feet together, her thighs didn’t touch. Her massive breasts stood in sharp contrast, her massive tits so huge one could see their outer slopes while standing behind her.

She glanced back over one shoulder and flashed him a conspiratorial grin, deep brown eyes looking into his as her glossy pink lips smirked. Her long, wavy, dark brown hair was swept back over her ears, revealing the gauged loops in her earlobes, and as she looked to him, her thin gold nose ring gleamed. Her playful, mischievous expression made her youthful features almost glow with eager energy as she led him off.

John found himself pulled into a semi-isolated corner of the ballroom, a nook created by the testimonials booth and the edge of the stage, the two of them slipping around the edge of the booth to get some momentary privacy. Almost as soon as the two of them were out of sight, Janice turned on her heel and leaned into him, rising up on her tip-toes to press her lips to his in a sudden, passionate kiss. Her tiny tongue pushed between his lips as he began to return it, his tongue dancing hotly with hers as her breasts flattened against his strong chest. After a few long moments, their lips parted, and she smiled, breathing hotly. “Hah… I’ve never been more glad for Mom’s temper.” She giggled playfully, letting her thigh slip between his, rubbing the smooth, soft flesh along his inner thigh, and more importantly, over the thick bulge swelling down his thigh.

As she moved to steal another kiss, a familiar voice interrupted. “Hey, now, don’t go hogging him all to yourself, Sis. I thought we were supposed to share.” Cousin Lynn chided, a lazy smirk in her voice. He glanced up to realize she’d been in the corner since they arrived, leaning back against the wall casually, a look of mock disapproval on her face.

Lynn was, frankly, smoking hot, even under normal circumstances, but she’d clearly gone the extra mile for the party. Her asian features were expertly accentuated with makeup, from dark eyeshadow that gave her eyes a smoldering come hither look, to blush brightening her normally pale cheeks, to a shimmering coat of peach-pink gloss over her plush lips. Her long black hair faded to dark brown toward the ends where it came to settle around her shoulders, swept back over her ears to bare the gleaming piercings along the edges of her ears and the gauged loops in their earlobes.

She’d dressed up for the occasion in a particularly risque, rebellious outfit. Her dress hugged her tight teenage body from her neck down to the floor, leaving her shoulders and arms bare, and covered almost nothing. The dress was made of a barely-there mesh material, thin strips of opaque black material spiraling down her body, conveniently, if barely, covering her most sensitive spots. She was as good as naked before him, revealing her toned core, her generous hips, her tight ass, and the lion’s share of her volleyball sized tits, the material offering subtle peeks at their pink peaks as she moved toward them.

Lynn shook her head as she pushed off the wall and casually hip checked her hesitant sibling aside to take her place in front of him. “Besides… This is how you’re supposed to greet a real stud.” she purred hungrily as she pressed her breasts to his chest, a hand coming to rest just above them. The hand slid up, over his shoulder and around the back of his neck to pull his head down to hers, lips mashing against his in a forceful, hungry kiss. She was bold, eagerly thrusting her tongue into his mouth to get a taste of her favorite cousin.

Her body flattened against his as their kiss went on, her soft form melting against his granite one. Her free hand roamed south, over his abs and down to his slacks, until it reached his thigh and she moaned softly into the kiss. Her fingers wrapped around the thick, hot bulge running down the inside of his thigh, savoring the feeling, the heat. The bulge throbbed under her tough, growing larger with each beat, already too large for her to fully encircle with her fingers. Her hand began to move, sliding up and down, grinding her palm into the fat, beefy slab as it grew and grew, ten inches long, eleven, twelve, more…

Lynn moaned softly into his mouth, so absorbed in her task she didn’t see another figure storming toward the group. “Dammit, Lynn!” Cousin Cassidy exclaimed as she came around the corner, an expression of annoyance of her face. Her warm, smooth, mocha skin was just barely dusted with makeup, her soft, alluring features left to speak for themselves, full, pink, glossy lips bent into a frown. A hand came up to run through her light brown shoulder length hair in a gesture of frustration.

Unlike her tightly-toned siblings, Cassidy was a full-figured beauty, her hourglass shape softened by a player of pleasing plumpness, particularly impressive in the most appealing places. She was also the most sensibly dressed, which wasn’t saying much. The spaghetti straps of her slinky black dress strained to support the wobbling watermelons that threatened to overflow the dress each time she moved and sent the soft, heavy orbs wobbling hypnotically. Her impressive chest aside, her rear was nothing to dismiss, either, the thigh-length dress clinging to her full hips and the juicy, shapely derriere they supported.

Lynn swore under her breath as Cassidy stormed closer, the half-asian teen backing up a half a step to leave John with a little breathing room and a bulge more than a foot long straining against his thigh. Cassidy poked a finger into Lynn’s chest forcefully. “Do you want to explain to Mom and all the aunts why you wasted his first shot?” She demanded, only to receive an exasperated eye-roll in reply as Lynn crossed her arms. Cassidy turned on John, next, her massive breasts wibbling wildly as she spun to poke the accusatory finger into his chest. “And you! You’ve got one job tonight, and that’s to be ready for the main event. And you just about blew it to explode in your shorts like a virgin!” She chided. “You’ll have plenty of time after, just keep it in your pants for a few minutes.”

He gave a nod in reply, and her intense expression evaporated, leaving only a warm, pleasant grin on her face. “Good.” she nodded, then suddenly lifted up on her toes to deliver a tender, affectionate peck on his lips, quickly pulling aways, a spark of mischief in her eye. She turned back to her sisters, planting her hands on her hips. “Alright, come on, we’ve got to run interference for a while, unless we want Mom and Aunt Wendy starting up again.” The three sisters slumped slightly, sighing in annoyed resignation as they turned and made their way back out to the party proper.

As the three sisters walked away, he couldn’t help but watch them go, eyes lingering on their curvaceous backsides. John stood there for a moment, leaning back against the side of the testimonials booth, enjoying a momentary lull in the chaos of these big family gatherings. If his had been a normal family, her might have been hiding out to avoid a creepy uncle, or taking a break from listening to relatives gossip. Instead, he was letting his cock soften again after a whirlwind of mouth-watering tits, asses, and lips, and he was letting it calm down just so he would be ready to get it up again in a few minutes. Most teens got a few dollars, a video game or two, and a celebration with their family and friends for their birthday. He got a huge celebration where the presents were all insanely hot relatives, waiting to be unwrapped. And it was far from over.

An outsider might call their traditions kinky, perverse, or even illegal. But to him, he was living every teenage boy’s dream. He was constantly surrounded by some of the hottest women in the world. He could fuck any one of them, any time he wanted, and they would beg him for more. He could say a word and have his cock worshipped obediently for hours on end, or simply turn this celebration into a massive orgy, hammering every pussy here. And if he ever got tired of fucking these fifteen beauties, he could always take an afternoon and power-fuck his way through another cheer squad for a change of pace. He was living a life few men could dream of, and all thanks to winning the genetic lottery.

He smiled and took a moment to straighten his suit, his trouser-python under control once again, and stepped out of his secluded corner to almost walk straight into his mother. “There you are!” She beamed, suddenly twisting her torso around, sending her beach-ball breasts jiggling as she raised a hand to her lips. “I found him!” She called out, waving off to the other side of the ballroom. He quickly spotted Eve and Vickie approaching through the crowd as his mother turned back to face him, still smiling eagerly. “It’s almost time for the main event. You ready, baby?” She asked, looking him up and down.

As Eve and Vickie stepped up to either side of him, he smirked, raising one finger to hook into his tie and loosen the knot once more. His arms slid out, coiling around his sister’s slender waists and pulling their nubile forms tight against him, his smirk broadening into a cocky grin as he spoke. “It wouldn’t be much of a party without the guest of honor.”