Edited by: Pope1944. Thanks!
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Paige arrived at her parent's house very early on a Saturday morning. She had nothing planned for the week-end except trying to escape from the forecasted heat. She had never liked heat-waves, nor did her own daughter, Elise. So the two of them did the hour-long drive through the mountains until they reached the house Paige grew up in. Because of the heat, she couldn't stop thinking about the pool she had spent so much time in as a teenager.
In the bag on the front seat she could see her tiny blue bikini and Paige grinned. Her brother was already at the house and Paige knew he would be happy to see her in it. Just like their dad. Paige had discovered early on that they were a strange family. She knew perfectly well that both her father and brother found her very sexy. That didn't bother her at all. She wouldn't explicitly flaunt her body in front of them, nor would they ever explicitly compliment her breasts, but she knew that they loved them.
It was such a shame that Jorge didn't feel the same way. Elise's father, with whom she still lived but wasn't sure how long that relationship would last, didn't seem to see her as a woman anymore. Just as a mom. Paige's mother, Reagan, told her that it was a phase many men went through during and after pregnancy. And it might be true. Yet Paige was doubtful. She missed being fucked. And fucked hard!
Jorge and her had sex once in a while, but he never wanted to take her hard like they both used to like before she got pregnant. Paige bit her lower lip as she remembered one of her favorite sexual moment with Jorge. They were all alone in a cable car over the Rockies and Jorge had fucked her so hard the cable car had rocked all the way to the top. Paige had been forced to sit down for twenty minutes before she could walk normally, all the while buzzing with the aftershocks of her climax!
"Christ..." she thought. "That was three years ago!" Paige sighed. She knew that enjoying the not-so-subtle glances of her father and brother would make her feel better, but she would give anything to be fucked to near unconsciousness by Jorge. Or by anyone for that matter! Shit!
If Jorge promised to properly fuck her brains out, she'd even be ready to agree to that threesome with her friend Melissa. For a long while Jorge had given her subtle hints that he'd like to have that threesome, but they had never actually talked about it. Now, her pussy tingled at the thought and Paige realized that she was in a state of such lust and need that she really would be willing to invite Melissa to their bed! But only if Jorge agreed to pummel her hard enough before! "Shit! I need a release otherwise I'm going to do things even crazier than a threesome!" she thought.
Paige tried to think of something else, but before long her mind wandered back to sex. She smiled as she remembered her father's appreciative eyes as her breasts had developed, and then fully matured. They had grown to be just like her mother's, to everybody's delight! Paige's mom, Reagan, had legendary breasts and one of Paige's deepest wish throughout her teens had been to inherit her mother's breast genes. And she had.
Watching photos of her mom in her early twenties, it was obvious to see that she had gotten the same breasts. Other than that the two of them didn't look all that similar. Paige was taller, a bit rounder in the hips, with long blonde hair to her mother's darker, thicker mane. But as far as breasts were concerned, they were identical. Even down to the shape and color of her aureolas and nipples! The two women could and did share bras.
Michael, her father, was an inveterate breast-man who had spent his twenty odd years of marriage publicly complimenting his wife's perfect breasts. When Paige developed the same exact breasts, one didn't need to be a detective to figure out that her father loved her breasts as well. He couldn't not love them! And so she had become used to his glances to the point that she had begun to enjoy the attention.
When Paige became pregnant and those amazing breasts grew to even more stunning proportions, she had positively relished those long glances. Reagan had even teased Michael about it after catching him ogling them. At dinner, one evening when they were just the four of them, Reagan had said "Dear, could you pass me a breast please?" Michael had startled at that comment and had flushed bright red. He had, in fact, been staring at her deep cleavage. But the entire family had simply laughed about the joke. Yeah. A strange family.
As she neared the house, she suddenly remembered a funny incident. It was the first and only time her father had seen her breasts naked. One morning, very early with the sun barely peaking out, Paige had been topless in the bathroom, fumbling half asleep with the breast pumps. Her big breasts produced a lot of milk and she sometimes had to pump them.
Half asleep himself, her dad walked in the bathroom with his eyes mostly closed. He opened them wide as he saw his daughter's stunning breasts. His jaw dropped and he stared for a couple of seconds. Soon though his sleepy brain rang some alarm. He looked away and walked out of the bathroom mumbling some apology.
Seeing the appreciation in his eyes had dispelled her frustration with the pumps and fifteen minutes later Paige came out of the bathroom and walked to where her father was sitting. She only had her panties and loose tank top on, but she leaned close to his ear and whispered "Don't worry about it... I really, really don't mind." She finished by kissing his forehead, fully aware that he had been able to look down her tank top as she spoke.
She had left home early that Saturday morning and wanted to spend as much time as she could with her family. Once she finally reached the house, she joined her parents for a late breakfast. Afterwards, because she had happily babbled all the way, her daughter Elise was now sleepy and Paige put her in her crib.
As she waked back to the kitchen, she heard her mother swearing. Puzzled, Paige saw that she had dropped a drop of raspberry jam on her white bikini top. Michael playfully tried to remove it, taking the opportunity to caress his wife's breasts, but Reagan disappeared in the basement to clean it off. Two minutes later she came back up topless, making sure that Peter was still sleeping, and walked proudly through the kitchen. "Paige," she asked her daughter. "Do you have an extra swimsuit?"
"No."
"Crap... I left my regular t-shirt at my sister's place and now I can't use the bikini..."
"You can remain like this, my dear." Michael said with a half-smile on his lips.
