“Keep your voice down,” Zach hissed forcefully. “You’ll wake her up ... if you haven’t already.”
He was fighting a losing battle to calm down the naked blonde. Everything had been going perfectly until she started in on Jamey again. He wished he could turn the clock back about twenty minutes, when they were still chest deep in his swimming pool, her lithe legs encircling him while he lifted and plunged her onto his rigid cock, guiding her slight weight with broad hands over her petite round ass. When he looked at those long, shapely dancer’s legs and carefully barbered landing strip adorning her pussy, he just wanted to crawl right back between them.
“ ... the fuck do I care?” Tina shot back. “Besides, you know damn well she’s wide awake ... up there listening to us fuck. And getting off on it, too.”
“Jesus, Tina, what a nasty thing to say. And she can probably hear you.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Tina fumed. Her heavy round breasts quivered as she stood knee-deep, jabbing her finger at the air like a steak knife. Her voice grew louder and more strained with every point. At least there were no neighbors close enough to disturb. “Maybe she should hear this. Maybe she’ll finally take a fucking hint.”
“Hint? What are you talking about?”
“C’mon, Zach, stop being as dumb as she is. The hint to get her shit together! I mean, you’re sure not gonna help her do it. You’ll just let her sponge off you as long as she feels like it.”
“Oh for god’s sake, Tina, she’s not sponging off of anyone. She lost her job. Things have been really tough on her.”
“Yeah, well things are tough on a lot of people. It doesn’t mean she has to be taking up space under your roof. God knows she takes up enough of it.”
Zach had to catch himself and take a deep breath at Tina’s dig at Jamey’s size. While it wasn’t something she spoke of often, Zach knew it had always been a sensitive issue for her.
“She’s practically family, Tina,” he finally replied, measuring his tone. “And it’s my roof. She belongs here.” His voice was low but forceful as he fought to stay cool. At least one of them had to be rational.
“Jesus,” the blonde spat, “she isn’t really your family, so why the fuck does she have to live here? She’s 23 years old, for christ’s sake. She’s perfectly capable of getting a job and living on her own.”
“She has a job. She’s working for me, now.”
“I mean a real job. Not some kind of charity make-work job that means she gets to tag along after big Zachy all day. It’s fucking sick. She’s on you like a nervous puppy. It’s a wonder she doesn’t hump your leg when she gets all excited.”
“What the... ?”
“Really, Zach, you can be such a fucking tool! Try to get this through that thick skull: either she goes, or this goes.” She spread her arms to feature the arduously maintained body he’d never savor again if he made the wrong choice.
Zach froze in a moment of disbelief, but he finally concluded there was nothing more to say. “Okay then. Leave your house key on the table on your way out.”
“Un-fucking-real,” the blonde spat.
She goose stepped her way out of the pool and hastily threw on her boyshorts and tank top. She slammed her keys down hard on the plexiglass patio table.
“Have a nice life with Fatass, Shithead,” she sniped without a backward glance. A second or two after she rounded the corner of the house, Zach heard something shatter. It sounded like one of his potted plants. Then her car door slammed, the engine revved, and the tires crunched as she fishtailed down the gravel drive to the main road.
There was no way to feel good about another fight, but if this was how Tina was going to respond to him helping Jamey it was better to know now. She’d been his younger sister’s best friend all their lives, and had practically grown up in Zach’s family home. It took a while before his brain stopped vibrating and he could even think about taking a few, deep, meditative breaths to bring his mood into a rational perspective.
Then he saw the light go on in Jamey’s window. His heart clenched into a fist of anxiety. His clothes were strewn all over the patio, so he hurriedly yanked on his nylon boxer-briefs and bolted into the house, bolting up the stairs three at a time.
He found Jamey hurriedly throwing clothes into a suitcase lying open on the rumpled bed. Her face was wet, and she was heaving with sobs. She was still wearing one of the oversized T-shirts she borrowed from him to sleep in. Her opulent breasts heaved and shook without the trapping of a bra in her desperate yanking and slamming of drawers. Her thick round thighs flexed almost violently in her mad dash to pack. She wouldn’t even look at him.
Zach caught her in front of the bureau and grabbed her by the wrist. He was a big, muscular man, but he was careful to grip her only as hard as it took to hold her still.
She went limp at the sound of her name. She lowered her head and her sobs grew softer but deeper. She sounded like someone who’d stayed under water too long. Her chestnut ponytail was rumpled and loose. Zach smoothed his fingers along her silky hair while he let go of her wrist and drew her into his long, bulky arms.
“Oh Zach,” she sputtered against his naked chest. “My life is so fucked up. I never meant to fuck up your life, too.”
“Shhh,” he whispered softly. He let his lips graze the top of her head. “Stop worrying. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”
He kept stroking her hair while he held her in one arm. The trembling in her body was slowly ebbing away, although she was still weeping and breathing heavily. Zach was acutely aware of her generous breasts billowing against his body. With nothing but a threadbare T shirt between them, Jamey’s heavy mounds felt warm and disturbingly good.
“Oh Zach, I never should have called you just ‘cuz I got laid off. I didn’t know what else to do. You were the first person I thought of.”
Zach placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “That’s what you’re supposed to do,” he told her. “I want to be the first person you think of.”
He felt her breath against his bare chest.
“You’re not supposed to go on rescuing me forever,” she sighed.
“Um, Tina, apparently,” she said. “I’m so sorry. I screwed it all up for you.”
“No. What you did was rescue me from a borderline psychopath.”
Jamey’s arms were tucked inside his, and she was touching his chest like a wall she needed to hold herself up against. Her fingers were close to his nipples, barely moving, but softly grazing. Zach was sure she didn’t realize she was doing it. Her fingertips, her breath. The firm weightiness of her breasts. It all felt so good, so ... right. If he hadn’t just cum with Tina in the pool, he’d never have the strength to will against the hardening of his cock.
“Yeah, well now you’ve got your baby sister’s fat friend still tagging after you. Just like the old days.”
“Mmm. Just like the old days. Except you’re not fat, and you never have been.”
In fact, Jamey had been blessed with a strikingly beautiful face, along with a naturally creamy complexion. It was also true she was a big girl. She’d always been overtly feminine and shapely, except her proportions were naturally exaggerated, yet every lush curve was remarkably firm. Jamey had gotten heavily teased as a result. Eight years older, Zach was always the one who defended her. He protected her like a champion, as much as he looked out for his sister, and in the process, became the only man she genuinely trusted. He’d always wondered if that might not be a good thing, but his role as her faithful guardian gave him a sense of pride he never questioned.
He had also been secretly in awe of her. While Jamey was never built like the cheerleaders and car show models Zach had gone with most of his life, she’d always reminded him of a sort of pneumatic Barbi. It always frustrated him to never feel free to admit any of this to her, even when it might have helped her sense of self-esteem.
Zach caught their reflection in the mirror on the wall behind her. With his hand on the small of her back, the hem of her T shirt rode up slightly, just exposing the lower curves of her ass. He couldn’t resist the barest shift of his hand, accidentally-on-purpose, lifting the shirt hem a little more. He felt a twinge of guilt, but he couldn’t help himself. He could barely fathom the magnificence of her ass.
“Oh Zach, you always knew how to make me feel better. What would I ever do without you?”
There was finally the sweet tone of contentment in her voice that Zach wanted to hear.
“You’ll never have to know,” he told her.
He shifted his hand just that much more, lifting the back of her shirt another couple of inches, revealing even more of her beautifully extravagant ass. He wondered what she’d think if she knew how much he wanted to fill his hands with her bountiful flesh. Her hand was still splayed against his chest, her warm palm against his nipple. She squeezed slightly, absently testing the resilience of his muscle. Zach felt the uncontrollable stir of sensation in his cock. If he didn’t let go of her soon, she’d feel him harden against her body.
“I should tuck you back into bed now,” he told her. The last thing he wanted to do was let go, but his cock was already beginning to feel thick. If she felt him go hard she might never trust him again.
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