Chapter 1: Danielle I

Danielle carried a tray of watermelon slices to her new neighbor’s pool warming party. There were only three houses on the cul-de-sac, and the middle one had sat empty for a few months after their long-term neighbors had moved out. Austin, one of the remaining long-term neighbors, was her best friend. Austin’s one child, Jessie, was best friends with her youngest daughter, Clara. Her husband, David, got along well with Austin’s husband, Brad. They had barely said a dozen words to the neighbor, who had moved away in as many years. Her three daughters and Jessie all got excited when it became clear that a pool was being installed in the back yard of the still-empty house. The activity clearly indicated that the house had been sold, but without anyone living there, the pool construction project assumed an air of neighborhood mystery. The mystery only deepened when a very tall privacy fence went in after the pool was complete.

Danielle had only talked with her new neighbor Shannon on the phone a few times, but that alone was a promising sign. She was sure her old neighbor started sending her straight to voice mail after one short call. Even more promising was being invited to a combination pool opening and housewarming party. The three houses on the small dead end were basically a mini-neighborhood to themselves; it had been a shame that only two of the three families living there for so long had become friends over the years. Danielle was hopeful that the new neighbors would fit in well with her family and Austin’s. She knew that Shannon had a daughter who was just a little younger than her oldest, Donna. She also knew that Shannon’s husband was named Christopher, but beyond that, she had no idea what to expect.

Her daughters followed behind her in a line in age order. Donna was in a pink and white polka-dot bikini behind her, carrying a vegetable tray. It almost matched the style of her own blue-and-white polka-dot bikini. Danielle was sure that Donna found matching clothing with her mother horribly embarrassing. Danielle knew it was her own youthful looks that caused this reaction in her oldest. Many people thought they were sisters. Sometimes people even asked her if Donna was her mother, which really upset her oldest child. Danielle would quickly call such a question silly, but Donna’s feelings were already hurt at that point. Her oldest had inherited more of her father’s height than any of their other children, but Danielle couldn’t understand how having a daughter who stood six inches taller than her would be enough for anyone to think she could be Donna’s child. Kim, her middle daughter, was next, carrying cups and napkins, and Clara was last, carrying a bag of chips. There was about a two-inch reduction in height for each child as they got younger. From that standpoint, Danielle decided she should have been the one bringing up the rear. “OK, everyone, be on your best behavior if you want to get invited to use the pool again.”

“We know Mom,” her children said in unison.

Danielle realized she was quite nervous as she went to punch in the combination to the fancy electronic lock on the privacy fence gate. Shannon had texted her the code, and she had memorized it because she didn’t trust herself to juggle her phone while she was carrying a tray of food. Thankfully, the gate swung open, and she announced their arrival to anyone who might be in the backyard. She and her daughters entered the fenced-in area, and she heard someone say, “Monica, help them get everything they brought situated.” Danielle wondered if Monica was the daughter of their new neighbors. She was a bit taken aback when she saw Monica for the first time. Danielle was used to being the bustiest woman in any gathering, but young Monica would probably have her beaten in a straight-up tape measure contest. Danielle immediately felt guilty when her first thought was that she had a much slighter build and narrower waist than their host’s daughter. It wasn’t that Monica was fat; her belly was flat; she just didn’t have the wasp waist that Danielle had passed on to each of her own daughters.

Resolving to be less vain, Danielle smiled and said, “Monica, you must be Shannon and Christopher’s daughter. I’m so glad to meet you. I love your bikini; it’s so colorful.” Monica was wearing a bright red bikini with some sort of geometric pattern on it that was quite a bit more substantial than the ones she and Donna were wearing. Even though Donna’s bikini showed more cleavage than Monica’s, she thought it would be considered tasteful. Maybe she should have worn something more substantial for herself, though. She needed EE cups in most of the swimsuit tops or bras she bought to get the same level of coverage Donna had, but frequently tops that size weren’t available. She was forced to mix and match tops and bottoms or make do with a skimpier top. She had chosen matched and skimpy for this bikini purchase, so she had what now seemed like an excessive amount of side boob showing. Her two younger daughters were wearing one-piece suits, so they should be fine. She was really wondering if she should go home to change, though.

However, Monica put her at ease: “I love your bikini too! You and your sister are so cute in your matching polka-dot bikinis. I wanted to wear a top cut more like yours. However, my parents weren’t sure what the new neighbors would make of tits like these in a swimsuit like that. You should have let us know that you are a family of slim and stacked bitches ready to show off! Now none of you are redheads, so you can’t be Austin or Jessie. Which of you is the third sister, and who brought a friend along?”

Danielle started when Monica referred to her and her daughters as bitches and her casual use of the word tits. However, she knew it was more important to say something about being mistaken for Donna’s sister yet again. She had hoped that Donna and the neighbor’s daughter would become friends, and that was going to immediately put them off on the wrong foot. “Oh, these three are my girls; I’m their mother, Danielle,” Danielle clarified. “Now, Donna, don’t hold that against Monica. It was an honest mistake.”

Her oldest daughter was putting on a rather fake smile and saying, “It’s OK.”

“Damn! You’ve been knocked up three times and still look like that? Amazing! You’ll have to let me try that top on; I’d love to show off my rack in something like that.” Turning to Donna, she added, “Sometimes people think my mother is my sister too. Hopefully, it means people will think I’m young and hot for a long time. Here, let me show you around.” Monica led Donna away, and her two younger girls followed along. Danielle hoped for the best as she looked around to try to find their hosts. Her initial interaction with Monica made her wonder what sort of people Christopher and Shannon were. She would have sent any of her daughters back home for speaking that way to someone they just met. She had been halfway concerned that Monica might suggest that they trade tops right then and there in front of everyone! She admitted to herself that the girl was probably right in her assessment that something that fit one of them in the bust would likely fit the other. She saw a blonde sitting on a man’s knee at the poolside.

As Danielle approached the couple, she got her second shock of the day. The woman, whom she assumed to be Shannon based on her resemblance to Monica, was even more stacked than her daughter! She had a bit of a belly, but Danielle guessed she didn’t mind given the immense size of her gazongas. Danielle immediately caught herself since she didn’t like that term used to describe her own very large breasts, but then she reconsidered. What other term really applied to tits when they got to be Shannon’s size? Saying that she had very large breasts just didn’t seem like an adequate way to describe Shannon. “Hi, I’m Danielle,” she said to introduce herself.

“Well, don’t you look adorable in your little bikini and your hair done up in pigtails,” Shannon replied. “If you hadn’t told me all your girls were taller than you, I wouldn’t have wanted to pick between you and the one in the bob haircut as the mother. Where’s your husband?”

“He ran out to get some craft beer; he said the stuff we had around the house wasn’t good enough for a welcome to the neighborhood party.”

“Well, you can never have too much good beer. Sampling something from a local brewery seems like a great way to learn about our new home city, so I have to say I like the way your husband thinks. Hi, I’m Christopher. Nice to meet you. Why don’t you have a seat?”

Danielle looked around and didn’t see any chairs nearby. Then she saw Shannon gesture toward Christopher’s other knee. He put a hand around the narrowest portion of her waist and tried to encourage her to take the offered seat. Was this normal behavior for her new neighbors? Before deciding how to react, Danielle looked at Christopher to see where his gaze was focused, expecting it to be directed at her chest. Instead, she found him looking her straight in the eye. That was another novelty for her; she was used to men not being able to tear their eyes off her tits, especially when she was wearing a bikini as skimpy as the one she had on. Normally, she didn’t care for tits as a way to describe a woman’s body, but she couldn’t seem to keep it out of her thoughts after hearing Monica say the word. Eye contact was a big deal for her, so she let Christopher guide her down to his other knee and found herself basically sitting in the lap of her host with his wife. It was a little strange, but she guessed it was a good sign that her new neighbors were friendly, open, and trusting people.

“Not being the biggest girl at a party is something of a novel experience for me,” Danielle told her hosts. She touched her fingertips to her breasts with one hand as she said this. She expected that to draw Christopher’s gaze to her rack, but his eyes didn’t even flicker downward, remaining fixed directly on her own the entire time she was speaking. She hadn’t even realized that she was going to do that. She didn’t normally try to test nearby men by drawing extra attention to her chest; was it a subconscious way to learn more about her neighbors? At 5’3” and with a twenty-inch waist, she obviously didn’t mean she was some sort of Amazon. The gesture she had just made had been completely unnecessary.

Slapping her own tits through her one-piece suit, revealing that they were not only unbelievably large, they were also quite firm, Shannon replied, “Well, I pretty much always am the biggest anywhere I go. I’d be curious to see who comes out ahead in a tape measure contest between you and my Monica. Maybe we can break one out if we get bored later.”

“Oh, please don’t do that. Donna, my oldest, the one in a bob haircut, was so excited when her bust hit forty inches that she wanted to measure off against me. She was so upset when she measured me at forty-two inches.”

“Wow, I knew you were slim and stacked, but I didn’t realize you were that tiny through the rib cage. You could probably trade bikini tops with Monica, although your boobs might not be properly contained by some of the skimpier ones. What kind of strap do you wear on your bras, thirty-six?”

“Thirty-four,” Danielle replied demurely.

“Wow, I was wrong again about how tiny your frame is. You’re not just slim and stacked; you’re super slim and super stacked. I have to admit it. I’m a little bit jealous. If you’re not used to not being the bustiest girl in the group, I’m not used to being envious of anyone else’s rack. Listen to us going on and on about our tits; I’m sure my husband wants us to talk about something else,” Shannon laughed.

Danielle didn’t know her hosts well yet, but one of the first things out of Monica’s mouth being the word tits made a lot more sense after this brief conversation with Christopher and Shannon. She already knew her new neighbors well enough that Christopher had no issues with the current topic of conversation. How could he not love tits being married to someone like Shannon? Danielle was still paying close attention to his eyes.