Chapter 1

The sun blazed down on our new suburban street, a cookie-cutter slice of Americana with manicured lawns and white picket fences. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I hauled another cardboard box labeled “Chris’s Crap” from the moving van. Mom and Jess were inside, bickering over where to put the couch, while I was stuck with the grunt work. At sixteen, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about starting over in this nowhere town after Dad bailed on us, but I figured I’d make the best of it. That’s when I saw her.

Across the street, a fucking vision in denim cutoffs and a soaked white tank top was washing her car. She was mid-twenties, blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a goddamn waterfall of gold, and curves that could make a priest renounce his vows. Her tits bounced slightly as she scrubbed the hood of a cherry-red convertible, suds sliding down her tan arms. The way the water made her shirt cling to every inch of her chest, nipples poking through like they were begging for attention, had my teenage hormones screaming. My cock twitched in my shorts, and I nearly dropped the box on my foot.

I set the box down by the porch, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans, and just stared. She bent over to dunk her sponge in a bucket, giving me a perfect view of her tight ass, those shorts riding up just enough to show the bottom curve of her cheeks. Holy shit, I thought, this town might not suck after all. My heart was pounding like I’d just run a marathon, and I could feel the heat creeping up my neck. I wasn’t some creep, but fuck, how could I not look? She was a walking wet dream, humming some pop song I didn’t recognize, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing there, gawking like an idiot.

She stood up, flipping her hair back, and caught me staring. I froze, expecting her to flip me off or yell something about being a perv, but instead, she just smiled—a wide, dazzling grin that made my stomach flip. She waved, her hand glistening with soapy water, and I felt like the ground had dropped out from under me. I managed a lame wave back, my face burning, and she laughed softly, the sound carrying across the street like a siren’s call. I wanted to bolt inside and hide, but my feet wouldn’t move. My mind was racing with dumbass fantasies—her asking me over to “help” with the car, her bending over in front of me, her—fuck, I needed to get a grip.

Jess poked her head out the front door, snapping me out of my daze. “Chris, stop daydreaming and grab another box, lazy ass!” she yelled, her voice dripping with sisterly annoyance. I flipped her the bird without looking back, my eyes still locked on the blonde goddess across the street. She was rinsing off the car now, the hose spraying water in a fine mist that caught the sunlight, creating a little rainbow around her. It was like something out of a cheesy porno, and I was the horny teenager eating it up.

I adjusted myself discreetly, trying to hide the semi I was sporting, and decided I couldn’t just stand there like a dumbass forever. I had to do something, say something, even if it meant making a total fool of myself. With my heart hammering in my chest, I took a deep breath and started walking toward the edge of our yard, my sneakers crunching on the gravel driveway. I didn’t have a plan, didn’t have a clue what I’d say, but I knew I couldn’t let this moment slip by. This was my fresh start, right? Might as well start it with a bang—or at least a conversation with the hottest woman I’d ever seen.

My sneakers scuffed against the asphalt as I crossed the street, my palms sweaty and my heart jackhammering in my chest. The blonde bombshell was still rinsing off her car, the hose spraying a fine mist that made her white tank top practically transparent. Up close, she was even more stunning—full lips, bright blue eyes, and a tan that screamed endless summer. I cleared my throat, trying to play it cool, though I probably looked like a nervous fucking wreck. “Uh, hey, I’m Chris. Just moved in across the street.”

She turned, flashing that megawatt smile again, and dropped the hose into the bucket with a little splash. “Oh, hi! I’m Mandy!” Her voice was bubbly, light, like she didn’t have a care in the world. She wiped her hands on her tiny denim shorts, leaving wet streaks, and stepped closer. “Welcome to the neighborhood! It’s super quiet here, but, like, in a good way, ya know?” She giggled, twirling a strand of wet hair around her finger, and I couldn’t tell if she was flirting or just naturally this fucking adorable. Either way, my dick was already stirring in my shorts, and I prayed she wouldn’t notice.

We chatted for a bit—small talk about the town, the best pizza joint, how she’d lived here a few years. Mandy was easy to talk to, her carefree vibe putting me at ease despite the fact that I was standing next to a walking wet dream. She laughed at my dumb jokes, her head tilting back, exposing the smooth line of her neck, and I swear I could smell her sweet, floral shampoo mixed with the scent of car soap. I was just starting to feel like I wasn’t a total idiot when it happened.

A sharp buzz cut through the air, and before I could react, something shot up the leg of my shorts. “What the—” I yelped, then a searing pain exploded on the tip of my cock. “Fuck!” I doubled over, clutching at my crotch as another sting hit—right on my left ball, then the right. It was like someone had jabbed me with a hot needle, three times over. My vision blurred, tears pricking my eyes, as I stumbled back, barely staying upright. A goddamn wasp zipped out of my shorts, flying off like it hadn’t just tried to murder my junk.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Mandy rushed over, her hands hovering near me, her voice full of concern. I couldn’t even answer, just groaned through gritted teeth as the pain throbbed, radiating through my groin. But then, something weird happened. I felt a rush, like a fucking tidal wave of heat surging through me, and my shorts started to feel way too tight. I glanced down, horrified, as my dick swelled, pushing against the fabric, twice its normal size, the outline obscene. My balls felt heavy, aching, like they were about to burst. What the fuck was happening to me?

Mandy’s eyes widened, her gaze dropping to my crotch before snapping back up to my face, her cheeks flushing. “Oh, wow, um, that looks ... bad. Like, really bad. We need to do something about that sting! I’ve got some ointment inside. Come on, let me help!” She grabbed my arm, tugging me toward her house before I could protest, her touch sending electric shocks through my already overloaded system. I was in agony, humiliated, but also weirdly turned on, my body buzzing with something I couldn’t explain.

Inside her garage, the air was cooler, smelling of oil and lavender air freshener. She sat me on a stool near a workbench, rummaging through a first-aid kit. “Okay, just, um, drop your shorts. I need to see the damage.” Her voice was still sweet, but there was a nervous edge now. I hesitated, my face burning with shame, but the pain was unbearable. Grimacing, I unzipped and shoved my shorts and boxers down just enough, my swollen cock springing free, massive and throbbing, the head an angry red where the sting had hit. My balls looked like fucking grapefruits, tight and aching.

Mandy gasped, her hand flying to her mouth, but her eyes were locked on my dick, pupils dilating. “Oh my gosh, Chris, that’s ... huge. I mean, um, serious! This looks really serious! Ointment might not be enough. I think ... I think I need to suck the poison out. It’s the best way, trust me.” Before I could process what the fuck she just said, she dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands gripping my thighs, her hot breath ghosting over my swollen shaft.

“W-what?” I stammered, my brain short-circuiting, but she didn’t wait for permission. Her full lips wrapped around the head of my cock, and I nearly fell off the stool, a guttural moan ripping from my throat. The pain was still there, sharp and stinging, but her warm, wet mouth was a fucking revelation. She sucked hard, her tongue swirling around the tip, lapping at the spot where the wasp had struck, and I swear I saw stars. My hands gripped the edge of the stool, knuckles white, as she bobbed her head, taking more of me in, her throat tight and perfect. “Holy shit, Mandy,” I gasped, my hips bucking involuntarily.

She hummed around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body, and I felt something building, something bigger than I’d ever experienced. My balls tightened, the ache turning into a desperate need, and then I exploded. Rope after rope of thick, hot cum shot down her throat, more than I’d ever blown in my life, like my body was unloading everything it had. Mandy didn’t pull back, didn’t flinch, just swallowed it all, her lips sealed tight around me until I was spent, trembling, my chest heaving. When she finally pulled off, a string of spit and cum connected her mouth to my still-hard cock, and she licked her lips, her eyes hazy with something I couldn’t place.

“Feel better?” she asked, her voice husky, but I could barely nod. The pain had dulled to a low throb, but my dick was still fucking massive, rock-hard and pulsing like it hadn’t just unloaded a gallon of jizz. I couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, just sat there staring at her, my mind a horny, confused mess. Whatever that wasp did to me, it wasn’t normal, and whatever Mandy just did to me ... fuck, I didn’t know if I’d ever recover from that.

I sat there on the stool in Mandy’s garage, my shorts still around my thighs, my cock throbbing like a fucking jackhammer despite just unloading down her throat. My mind was a haze of lust and confusion, the dull ache from the wasp stings barely noticeable now. Mandy wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her blue eyes dark with hunger as she stared at my still-swollen dick, twice its normal size and refusing to go down. Her tank top clung to her curves, her nipples hard as diamonds, and I could smell the heat radiating off her.

“Chris,” she purred, her voice low and dripping with need, “I think there might still be some poison in there. We gotta make sure it’s all out, ya know?” Before I could even process what the fuck she meant, she stood up, peeling off her soaked tank top in one fluid motion, revealing her perfect, round tits, tan lines framing them like a goddamn work of art. My jaw dropped, words failing me as she shimmied out of her denim cutoffs, kicking them aside along with her lacy pink thong. She was fully naked now, her shaved pussy glistening, her body a fucking fantasy I couldn’t believe was real.

I was stunned, frozen, my teenage brain short-circuiting as she straddled me on the stool, her hands on my shoulders, her hot, wet heat hovering just above my cock. “Just relax, sweetie,” she whispered, lowering herself down, and I groaned as her tight cunt enveloped me, inch by agonizing inch. She was so fucking tight, so warm, gripping me like a vice as she sank all the way down, her ass resting on my thighs. My hands instinctively grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and she moaned, her head tilting back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders.

She started riding me, slow at first, her tits bouncing in my face, and I couldn’t help but lean forward, sucking one hard nipple into my mouth, tasting the salt of her skin. “Oh, fuck, yes,” she gasped, picking up the pace, her hips grinding against me, her pussy clenching around my swollen shaft. I wasn’t gonna last long, not with her fucking me like this, but I held on, my balls tightening as she shuddered, her first orgasm hitting her hard. “Chris!” she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders, her body trembling as she came, her juices soaking my cock.

She didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, just kept riding me, her moans getting louder, more desperate. I thrust up into her, meeting her rhythm, the stool creaking under us as she came again, her pussy spasming around me, dragging me over the edge. “Fuck, Mandy!” I growled, exploding inside her, pumping rope after rope of thick cum into her tight hole, more than I thought possible after the first round. My vision went white, my body shaking as I filled her up, her moans echoing in the garage.

She slowed, panting, her forehead resting against mine, but my cock didn’t soften, still hard as a rock inside her, the pain from the stings almost completely gone now. She slid off me with a wet pop, my cum dripping down her thighs, and I thought that was it, but Mandy had other ideas. “Just to be safe, let’s make sure all the poison’s out,” she said, her voice husky as she turned around, bending over at the waist and bracing her hands against the garage wall. Her perfect ass was on display, her pussy still glistening with our mixed fluids, and she looked back at me over her shoulder, a wicked grin on her lips. “Come on, Chris, go to town back there. Really get it all out.”

I hesitated, my mind screaming that this was insane, that I should stop, but my body wasn’t listening. My swollen dick throbbed with need, and her encouragement was all it took. I stood, stepping behind her, my hands gripping her hips as I lined myself up and thrust in, hard. She yelped, then moaned, pushing back against me as I fucked her, my balls slapping against her with every brutal stroke. “Fuck, yes, harder!” she begged, and I obliged, pounding into her like a man possessed, the wet, filthy sounds of our fucking filling the garage. It didn’t take long before I came again, grunting as I shot another massive load into her, her pussy milking me dry as she shuddered through her own climax.

Finally, momentarily sated, I pulled out, my legs shaky, my cock still half-hard and unnaturally huge. Mandy straightened up, turning to face me, her body flushed and sweaty, a satisfied smile on her face. “Feel better now?” she asked, and I could only nod, too fucked-out to speak. I pulled my shorts up, wincing slightly at the tightness, and muttered a weak goodbye before stumbling out of her garage, the afternoon sun blinding after the dim light inside.

I made it back across the street, my mind a whirlwind of what-the-fuck-just-happened as I trudged into our new house. Mom and Jess were still unpacking somewhere, their voices distant as I climbed the stairs to my room, collapsing onto the unmade mattress. My body was buzzing, my dick still swollen, and just thinking about Mandy—her mouth, her tits, her tight pussy—got me worked up again. I groaned, shoving my shorts down, wrapping my hand around my massive shaft. It didn’t take much, just a few rough strokes, memories of her moans in my head, and I came again, thick ropes of cum splattering across my stomach, the pressure finally easing a bit.

Lying there, panting, I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing. What the hell was going on? That wasp sting did something to me, something beyond just swelling. Mandy went from friendly neighbor to fucking me senseless in minutes, and I’d cum more in one afternoon than I had in a month. Was it some kind of freak reaction? Some weird chemical in the sting messing with my hormones? Or was I just losing my damn mind? I needed answers, but right now, all I could do was lay there, sticky and exhausted, trying to wrap my head around the fact that my fresh start in this town had just taken the most insane, fucked-up turn imaginable.

I lay on my bed for what felt like hours, my mind a fucking mess after the insane encounter with Mandy. My dick was still swollen, still half-hard even after jerking off, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was seriously wrong with me. I needed to talk to someone, get this off my chest, even if it meant sounding like a total nutcase. Mom was out of the question—she’d freak and drag me to a doctor or worse. That left Jess, my twin sister. We’d always been close, shared everything growing up, but this ... this was some next-level fucked-up shit. Still, I didn’t have anyone else.

I dragged myself off the mattress, pulling my shorts up over my still-bulging crotch, and shuffled down the hall to her room. The door was cracked open, and I could hear her humming some pop song as I knocked lightly. “Hey, Jess, can we talk?” I mumbled, poking my head in. She was sitting cross-legged on her bed, surrounded by half-unpacked boxes, wearing a tight tank top and tiny sleep shorts that showed off her long, tanned legs. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and when she looked up, her green eyes sparkled with a weird, playful glint I wasn’t used to seeing directed at me.

“Hey, bro, what’s up?” she said, her voice teasing as she patted the bed next to her. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Come sit, tell me all your deep, dark secrets.” She winked, leaning forward a bit, her tank top dipping low enough to give me a glimpse of cleavage I definitely shouldn’t be noticing. My face heated up, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the sudden twitch in my shorts. What the hell was this? Jess had never acted like this before—flirty, almost seductive. We’d always been just siblings, bantering and annoying each other. This was new, and it threw me off balance.

I sat down, keeping some distance, my hands clasped in my lap to hide the obvious bulge. “Uh, yeah, I’ve got something to tell you, but it’s ... it’s fucking weird, okay? Promise you won’t laugh or freak out.” She tilted her head, her smirk softening into something more curious, though her eyes still had that strange, hungry edge. “Cross my heart, Chris. Spill it.”

Taking a deep breath, I launched into the whole messed-up story—seeing Mandy across the street, the wasp sting on my dick and balls, the swelling, and then ... everything that happened in her garage. My voice cracked as I described Mandy sucking me off and fucking me senseless, my face burning with shame as I admitted how out of control it all felt. Jess listened, her expression shifting from shock to something unreadable, her lips parting slightly, her cheeks flushing. When I finished, there was a heavy silence, and I couldn’t meet her gaze, staring at the floor instead.

“Wow, that’s ... holy shit, Chris,” she finally said, her voice low, almost breathless. “That’s insane. But, like ... can I see it? I mean, just to, uh, check if it’s still bad. You said it’s still swollen, right?” My head snapped up, eyes wide. She was serious, her gaze locked on my crotch now, biting her lower lip in a way that made my already fucked-up hormones scream. “Jess, what the fuck? You’re my sister,” I stammered, but she just shrugged, scooting closer, her hand brushing my knee.

“Come on, I’m just worried about you. Let me help.” Her tone was coaxing, and against every ounce of better judgment, my body reacted, my cock throbbing painfully under my shorts. After a long, tense moment of hesitation, I sighed, muttering, “Fine, but this is weird as fuck.” I shoved my shorts and boxers down just enough, my massive, swollen dick springing free, still twice its normal size, the head glistening with precum from just the thought of her looking.

Jess gasped, her eyes widening, transfixed as she stared at it. “Holy fuck, Chris, that’s ... huge. And it looks like there might still be some poison in there. I can help get it out, if you want.” Her words hit me like a punch, my mind screaming no while my body screamed yes. I was conflicted, torn between the wrongness of it and the aching need pulsing through me. “Jess, we shouldn’t—” I started, but she cut me off, her hand already reaching out, hovering near my shaft.

“Shh, just let me take care of you. It’s not a big deal, right? Just helping my brother out.” Her fingers wrapped around me, warm and firm, and I groaned, my head falling back as she started stroking, slow and deliberate. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through my over-sensitized cock, and I couldn’t stop her, didn’t want to. She picked up the pace, her other hand cupping my swollen balls, massaging gently, and I was lost, my hips bucking into her grip.

“Fuck, Jess,” I grunted, the pressure building fast, too fast. She leaned in closer, her face inches from my cock, her breath hot against my skin as she jerked me harder. I couldn’t hold back, the orgasm hitting me like a freight train. Thick ropes of cum shot out, splattering across her face, dripping down her chin, coating her chest and soaking into her tank top. I gasped, trembling, as the release left me dizzy, my body still buzzing with whatever fucked-up chemistry that wasp sting had unleashed.

Jess giggled, a light, almost mischievous sound, as she sat back, cum dripping from her eyelashes. “Wow, that’s a lot,” she said, peeling her soaked tank top off without hesitation, using it to wipe her face. Underneath, she wore a lacy black bra that barely contained her tits, her shorts riding low on her hips. My eyes couldn’t help but linger, even as guilt clawed at me. She tossed the shirt aside, still smiling, completely unfazed, leaving her sitting there in just her bra and shorts, looking way too fucking hot for my sister. My cock twitched again, still hard, and I knew I was in deeper shit than ever.

I sat on Jess’s bed, my chest heaving, my mind a fucking tornado after what just happened. Her hand was still slick with my cum, and my swollen cock, still hard as a goddamn steel rod, pulsed defiantly despite the massive load I’d just blown all over her face and chest. Jess wiped a stray drop from her chin, her eyes locked on my dick with a hungry intensity I’d never seen in her before. She was practically vibrating with arousal, her cheeks flushed, her breathing shallow, and I could feel the heat radiating off her body even through the space between us.

“Holy shit, Chris, you’re still hard,” she whispered, her voice thick with lust. Before I could say anything, she leaned forward, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock without warning. I groaned, my hands fisting the sheets as her warm, wet mouth sucked me in, her tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. “Jess, fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking as she bobbed her head, taking me deeper, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit. The sensation was overwhelming, her mouth so fucking tight and eager, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure building fast. She moaned around me, the vibration pushing me over the edge, and I came again, thick ropes of cum shooting down her throat. She swallowed every drop, pulling off with a wet pop, licking her lips like she’d just had the best fucking dessert of her life.

But my cock didn’t soften, didn’t even flinch, still throbbing massively, twice its normal size, precum already beading at the tip. Jess’s eyes widened, a mix of surprise and determination flashing across her face. “Okay, we’re getting this thing down, no matter what,” she said, standing up. In one quick motion, she unhooked her bra, letting her perky tits bounce free, then shoved her shorts and panties down, stepping out of them until she was completely naked in front of me. Her body was fucking incredible—smooth skin, tight curves, a shaved pussy glistening with her own arousal—and my brain short-circuited, panic mixing with raw, animal desire.

“Jess, no, we can’t—fuck, we can’t have sex. This is too far,” I stammered, my voice cracking as I scrambled back on the bed, my heart pounding. She pouted, her lower lip jutting out, looking almost hurt, but then she saw the genuine freak-out in my eyes and paused, biting her lip thoughtfully. “Okay, fine, no sex ... but what if I try deep-throating instead? I wanna see if I can take it all.” Her voice was pleading, her gaze locked on my cock like it was a challenge she couldn’t resist.

I hesitated, guilt and lust warring inside me, but the ache in my groin was unbearable, and her eagerness was fucking intoxicating. “Alright, just ... just that,” I muttered, barely believing the words coming out of my mouth. She grinned, dropping to her knees beside the bed, pulling me closer by my hips. She took me in her mouth again, pushing down hard, but she gagged almost immediately, only managing to get the head past her throat before pulling back, coughing slightly. “Fuck, it’s too big,” she gasped, but she wasn’t one to back down.

Instead, she shifted tactics, lowering her head to suck on my swollen balls, her tongue lapping at the tight, sensitive skin while her hand jerked my cock with firm, fast strokes. I groaned, my head falling back, the dual sensation driving me fucking insane. She switched back and forth, sucking my balls, then taking my cock in her mouth again, teasing the head with her tongue, keeping me right on the edge of exploding but not quite there. It was torture, pure fucking ecstasy, every nerve in my body screaming as she worked me over like a goddamn pro. My hands tangled in her hair, my moans getting louder, more desperate. “Jess, I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t hold it,” I growled.

She pulled off just in time, kneeling back, opening her mouth wide and sticking her tongue out as a target, her eyes locked on mine with a wicked glint. That was it—I lost it, the biggest load I’d ever shot blasting out of me, filling her mouth until it overflowed, coating her face, dripping down her chin and splattering across her tits. It was like a fucking fire hose, wave after wave of thick cum, more than I thought my body could even produce. I collapsed back on her bed, completely wiped out, my chest heaving, my body trembling from the intensity.

“Fuck, Jess ... where the hell did you learn to do that?” I panted, staring at the ceiling, still trying to wrap my head around everything. She giggled, wiping her face with her fingers, licking them clean with a smirk. “You’re not the only perv, bro. I watch porn too, ya know. Gotta learn somehow.” I turned my head, looking at her in disbelief, my mind still reeling as she sat there, covered in my cum, completely unashamed. I pushed myself up, pulling my shorts back on over my still-swollen dick, muttering, “I gotta ... I gotta go.”

As I stumbled toward the door, she called after me, her voice teasing but sincere. “Hey, I’ll help out anytime, Chris. And I’m gonna use you to practice my deep-throating, so get ready for that.” I didn’t respond, just shut the door behind me, my heart pounding, my head a fucking mess. What the hell had my life turned into? I needed air, needed to think, needed to figure out how to deal with this insane shit—especially with Jess.

My head was a fucking mess as I stumbled out of the house, the late afternoon sun hitting me like a slap after the dim light of Jess’s room. My cock was still swollen, still aching in my shorts, and my mind was spinning with guilt, confusion, and raw, unrelenting lust. What the hell had I just done with my own sister? What the hell was happening to me? I needed to clear my head, to get away from the house before I did something even stupider. So, I started walking, hands shoved deep in my pockets, my sneakers scuffing against the sidewalk as I wandered through the quiet suburban neighborhood.

The streets were lined with cookie-cutter houses, kids playing in yards, and the occasional dog barking, but I barely noticed. My thoughts kept circling back to Jess—her mouth on me, her naked body, the way she’d looked at me with that hungry, teasing glint. And before that, Mandy, fucking me senseless in her garage. It wasn’t normal. Something was wrong with me, something tied to that damn wasp sting, but I couldn’t figure out what. Was I just losing my mind, or was there some fucked-up chemical reaction making me—and everyone around me—act like horny animals? I kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, frustration boiling in my chest, when I heard laughter up ahead.

I looked up and saw a mom and daughter unpacking groceries from the trunk of a silver SUV parked in a driveway a few houses down. The daughter was petite, maybe 5’2”, with a slim frame that made her huge tits look even more obscene, straining against a tight pink crop top. She had to be around 15, a sophomore probably, with long brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a cute, freckled face. Her mom was the same height, same delicate build, but with even bigger tits, barely contained by a low-cut sundress that hugged every curve. They were like mirror images, one just a riper, more mature version of the other, and my cock twitched hard in my shorts at the sight. Fuck, I needed to get a grip, but my body wasn’t listening.

They were struggling with the last few bags, the daughter—Emily, I’d later learn—giggling as a bag of oranges nearly slipped from her hands. I don’t know what possessed me, maybe some desperate need to distract myself, but I jogged over, forcing a smile. “Hey, need a hand with that last bag?” I asked, my voice steadier than I felt. The mom turned, her face lighting up with a warm, appreciative grin, and nodded. “Oh, that’d be so sweet of you! Thanks!” Her voice was smooth, almost musical, and I grabbed the heavy bag of canned goods from the trunk, following them toward the house.

“I’m Lisa, by the way,” the mom said as we walked up the driveway, her hips swaying just enough to draw my eye. “And this is my daughter, Emily.” The girl flashed me a shy smile, her cheeks pink, clutching a lighter bag to her chest, which only pushed her massive tits up higher. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my eyes on their faces. “I’m Chris. Just moved in down the street,” I managed, then, feeling a weird surge of confidence—or maybe just reckless desperation—added, “You look way too young to have a 15-year-old daughter, Lisa. Are you sure you’re not sisters?”