Isaac and I both first saw Sarah and the twins days before we actually met them. The house was ready, and the guys who had helped us with the flooring and the basement pitched in to help us haul all the big furniture over. Now, all that really remained was the small stuff, and that was easy enough for Isaac and me to handle.
I procured for Isaac a few cinder blocks and boards from work for a temporary big bookshelf downstairs, and we put his smaller ones upstairs in his bedroom for the books he loved most. I was idly putting books away up there the way he liked them -- genre first, then arranged alphabetically by author, and God help me if I confused sci-fi for fantasy -- while he worked on displaying his action figures and diecast cars in his window. It was a lazy night, perfect for just this sort of work, a little hot, a little stormy on the horizon.
"Oh wow," Isaac said. "Dad. Look. She has some big old boobs."
I don't think to that point I'd ever heard Isaac say "boobs' in such an adoring way and it cracked me up. I probably should have chastised him or something. Who knows? What I did do was hurry to the window. Hey, I'm a guy. Someone, even my son, says "big old boobs," and it's catnip.
"Ahhhh... yup. She does that," I said, peering out.
At a distance, she might have looked fat. She was short, and all her weight was centered around her massive breasts and obscenely wide ass. But as she drew closer it became obvious she'd just been blessed -- very blessed -- and worked hard to maintain that sort of uniquely modern curvy body. Those tight, high shorts and the sports bra had to have been the happiest pieces of clothing in the entire universe, and I nearly choked watching her bounce as she jogged.
She was good. She gave away nothing as she ran down our sidewalk and further down the street, not peeking at my house. Except for two details -- first, that way was a dead end. The road went another half a block and ended in a cul-de-sac. Now, that in and of itself doesn't mean a whole lot, but in the opposite direction, less than three or four blocks away was a nice big city park, complete with a running path. Another block on and you reached a high school track. So what reason would a jogger have to run down a cul-de-sac?
Maybe she liked the houses. Maybe she had a friend in the area. But nope, there a minute later she jogged in the opposite direction, and ever so slyly, she gave my house a quick look out of the corner of her eye.
"Whoooooo," Isaac breathed. "She's..."
"Yeah," I agreed. "Wait'll you meet Jenna across the street."
Except he probably wouldn't. Jenna and I had hooked up when we first met, a night of intense passion and lovemaking that would stick with me forever. Truth was, by the end of it, I was falling pretty hard for her, but then she admitted she didn't see kids in her future, and that included my son. Now, everybody's entitled to their opinion and their life. I'm not trying to deny Jenna hers. But that hurt, and we hadn't spoken since.
Isaac and I got back to work, and about ten minutes later, I headed to my bedroom, ostensibly to use the bathroom, but really to plop down the lid of the can and sit to call Yvonne, my real estate agent and a much friendlier former hookup. She also lived on the street and mentioned wanting to set me up with a few available women around the block.
She picked up, cheery as always. "Hello, Lionel."
"Hey. Got a question for you. My son and I were just looking out the window and I saw a brunette eyeball the place. Whole lot of curves, but short. Could that be Sarah?"
"Round beautiful face, probably in pigtails?"
I grinned. "Yep."
"Ooh, yes, that's her. Going to make her the next trophy on your wall?"
"Jenna told you?"
"About five minutes after you left her place. By the way, kind of a dick move."
"It's complicated," I said. "I'll tell you about it sometime."
"Well, let's uncomplicate it. I'm thinking a welcome to the neighborhood party for you and Isaac. I'll get her to come. Sarah too. Then you can work towards making them come."
I groaned. "You're awful. But yeah, it'd be good to meet everyone."
"Cool, I'll set it up."
From the direction of Isaac's bedroom, I heard him shout, "Dad! There are two more! You gotta see them!"
"I should go." I said to Yvonne.
"Mind if I swing by sometime?"
"Not at all."
I hung up and hurried out of there to Isaac's room. He was peering out the window towards the cul-de-sac and glanced ack at me only long enough to point. I didn't know what he meant, not exactly, but I was about to get my first glimpse of the twins.
"Holy-" I muttered, leaning down to look closer.
Most the women I'd met or seen on the block were some form of busty or curvy. The twins weren't quite so pornographically shaped, leaning more towards lithe and beautiful. But oh holy fucking hell, they were that -- absolutely, jaw-droppingly beautiful. Tall and slim, in booty shorts that showed off their incredibly long legs. One wore a cropped top, her hair just a shade darker than her golden-haired sister. The other had a tank with a sports bra underneath. Unlike Sarah, who'd been discreet in her glance at my house, they watched the house with two sets of deep blue eyes.
They waved, and both Isaac and I raised hands in return. My son looked up at me, then back down at the street, and said, "I think I like this place."
"Me too, buddy."
* * *
Yvonne made good on her promise to come by the very next day. I was sipping coffee at the kitchen table, listening to Isaac talk about an upcoming field trip to a museum. He was excited because they had a big stegosaurus right in the lobby. I agreed that sounded pretty cool, and just then, the doorbell rang. It was the first time either one of us heard the chimes, and we both glanced up sharply, as though we were being attacked.
I jerked my head at the door and Isaac ran to see who it was. Yvonne's cheerful chirp made me immediately sit up straighter.
"Hello there! You've gotta be Isaac, right?"
Isaac said something to the effect of, "Harrrumac? Hi. Hi. Hi, I'm... yes, I'm Isaac."
Poor kid was going to get crushed by the girls in his school someday. Adorable. I stood up and settled my coffee cup down on the table as Yvonne gave a soft laugh.
"I'm Yvonne. I helped your dad find this place."
"Oh," Isaac said. Then brighter, "Oh right! He said you were really nice."
