[pre-story]Hey there, squish here, with the much-anticipated continuation of the Happy Birthday story! Between writer's block, negotiations for a book deal, my computer's self-destruct and subsequent replacement, unavoidable family obligations, and my toe's attempt at rebellion, this one's seen a lot of delays. I'm laughably far behind schedule for the month. But worry not, I'm back in the saddle, writin' up a storm! I'm already a thousand words into the new chapter of By The Horns! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy your preview! [redacted][/pre-story]
Chapter 2: The Main Event
John couldn’t help but watch as his mother climbed the stairs to the stage ahead of him, entranced by the almost hypnotic sway of her wide hips. With each step, her red stilettos tapped sharply on the stairs, and her mature, child-bearing hips swayed, sending her mouth-watering ass jiggling, tantalizingly close.The temptation to reach out, sink his fingers into that perfect ass and give it a greedy squeeze was almost overwhelming. He might have done it, were his hands not occupied holding on to a sister apiece. As his mother climbed, his eyes followed her, taking in the sight with blatant hunger.
When Ava reached the top, she paused, glancing back toward her son, throwing her long, dark, wavy hair out of the way as she twisted at the waist. John hesitated, stunned by the vision of beauty and sexuality before him. The stage lights made Ava’s flawlessly tanned skin glow. One long, shapely leg emerged from the slit in her evening gown, drawing the eye up toward her magnificent ass. The bright red, slinky material of her gown left nothing to the imagination, clinging to every curve of her mature, hourglass figure. Twisted like she was, her mountainous, beach-ball-sized tits jutted from her chest in what could only be described as a truly epic rack. The bedroom eyes she shot him and the soft smirk that tugged the corners of her full, red-painted lips up toward her cheekbones told him the view wasn’t entirely accidental.
John’s smirked and shook his head, reluctantly tearing his gaze away from his mother’s mouth-watering backside. He pulled his sisters closer, hands squeezing possessively on their hips as he drew their voluptuous bodies against his sides. Eve gave a soft coo at the touch. John’s eyebrows arched when he felt his older sister’s hand slide down his back to give his steely buns a playful squeeze, glancing curiously in her direction.
Eve fluttered her eyelashes innocently as John’s gaze slid over to her, a clueless expression on her face, betrayed only by the hint of a playful smile at the corners of her full, pink lips. He found himself drinking in the view of her model-perfect features, framed by shoulder-length brown hair. But inexorably, his gaze was pulled away, drawn into the deep crevasse of softly jiggling, tanned titflesh that was her cleavage. The basketball-sized breasts strained to overflow her pink strapless evening gown, one side of the the shelf they formed resting against his arm. The massive melons eclipsed the rest of her flawless figure entirely from John’s perspective. His grip tightened on her waist, his mouth watering as his stare lingered.
It took a herculean effort to tear his eyes from Eve’s titanic, tanned tits, but he managed, shaking his head once more. After almost an entire day without release, being surrounded by such intense, raw sexuality on all sides was beginning to take its toll. He had a job to do as the guest of honor, and it’d never get done if he kept getting so distracted. He strode forward, ushering his siblings forward and up, mounting the stairs swiftly. But he nearly missed the final step, hesitating mid-stride when he felt delicate fingers grip the long bulge running down his inner thigh and give it a playful squeeze.
John’s gaze snapped down as he recovered from the near-miss-step, finding the hand resting on his shaft and following the arm attached until it settled on Vickie. His little sister didn’t bother to play coy, a sultry expression on her face as her tongue slipped out to wet her glossy lips lasciviously. Blonde highlights streaked her long brown hair, a few errant locks cascading forward over her shoulders to draw the eye toward her proud, volleyball-sized H-cups. With his eyes on her, she pressed herself against his side, flattening her firm mounds against him. His eager eyes caught a glimpse of just a sliver of her pink peaks peeking over the extra-low neckline of her white strapless gown. John couldn’t help but react, the thick bulge in his slacks lurching against her palm. She bit her lip, squeezing a little harder.
Eve shot Vickie a glare, then turned her gaze up to John. “Come on, little bro. The main event awaits.” she urged, stirring him to start walking again with squeeze of his rear.
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