Slut Son Ch 15 The Middle Sister

Disclaimer

All characters are 18 years of age or older, of sound mind, and able to consent. Any characters, or situations, depicting real-life people or events are purely coincidental. This story contains strong sexual themes, including: unrealistic anatomy, plus-size woman, pear-shaped, wide hips, gigantic ass, exaggerated volumes of male and female ejaculate, distended abdomens, vaginal penetration, mature female younger male, aunt and nephew, outdoor sex, sex in the rain, exhibitionism, anal sex, cum filling the stomach, and unprotected sex without resulting in pregnancy or disease. This literary work is for entertainment purposes only and should not be used as justification for the pursuit of acting out any fantasies or fetishes reflected in this story. Please do not re-post this work without permission from the author. Most importantly, and I cannot stress this enough...please enjoy yourself!

A quick word from the author

Normally, I wouldn't do this but my art skills have not improved and I was not able to draft a character sheet to post in time. For the character Amarosa Ball, I suggest referencing Love Randalin or perhaps Gracie Bon if you need a visual for her body type. Ultimately though, I recommended letting your imagination run absolutely wild and come up with the most alluring pear-shaped woman your fantasies can conjure up.

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♫ Previously on Slut Son ♫

What was intended to be an intimate date between Candice and her son Simon on the beaches of Barker's Island, quickly devolved into an overtly exhibitionist romp, followed by the most lewd cum massage they could have possibly performed. For a modelesque blonde nearby, the lover's display awakened a newfound voyeuristic desire in her and she quickly found herself infected by their depravity. Taking control of the stranger's sexual desires, Candice orchestrated an impromptu massage for the woman as well, and coaxed another huge load from her son which they enthusiastically worked into her skin. Defiled with her skin caked in semen, the stranger discovered new heights of bliss and quickly became addicted to their lifestyle. Closer to home, Amarosa Ball-the middle sister between Brigit and Candice-has suffered the slights of being excluded for far too long. With her resentment building, she decided to pay her sisters a surprise visit, and let them know exactly how she feels.

Chapter 15 - The Middle Sister

"Were they calling for a storm, Can?"

Brigit Hightower stood at the rear glass sliding door in the house of her youngest sister. Her pink lounge pants--which were just her pajama pants that she wore all day--accentuated every defining muscle of her rock-solid glutes. Her impressively full red mane was a tossed and knotted mess. And her white tee was stretched over her gravity defying breasts which left her midsection completely exposed.

"I don't remember the forecast mentioning a storm. But I admit it does look pretty questionable out there."

Candice Memphis, the youngest of three siblings, was a cute and bubbly single mother. Her blonde hair was pulled into a loose bun that sat on the top of her head. And she wore a very large shirt--which she often stole from her son's laundry to lounge in--that came down to the middle of her thigh and cleverly concealed that she wore no underwear.

"

Bleck.

I wish they would fix the taste. Still too chalky." Candice sat at her kitchen island and struggled through her collagen drink that was supposed to be prepared in the same manner as hot tea.

Brigit took no notice of her sister's commentary. Her gaze floated between the graying sky and her sex-on-legs-Adonis-like nephew, who with machine-like precision, was laying paving stones in his mother's backyard.

Simon Memphis, a devoted son and the only child of Candice, wore only a pair of old weathered trail running shoes, black compression shorts, and weathered cowhide gloves while he worked. As he squatted to lift the heavy stones, the onion-like muscle fibers of his shoulders and biceps rippled and bulged. And the sharp rigid trenches of his obliques became even more visible. The musculature of his near naked figure was enough to make any woman salivate.

Brigit licked her lips before she spoke. "I hope he doesn't get caught in the rain out there." As if he knew he was being watched, every time Simon stood up straight he would give his abs a little flex. And each bulge of his six-pack made his peeping Aunt hotter and hotter. "It's impressive, he's really making good progress."

"He's just like his father." Candice smiled. "Patrick could watch a video, read a book, or see something done once, and know how to build exactly what he saw."

Brigit turned towards her sister; it had been some time before her attention was on something other than her nephew. "Is it hard? That he's so much like his father?"

"..." Candice paused, and she seemed to stare at nothing in particular. "Absolutely.

Sniffle

. And it got even harder as he got older. I admit, at times, I resented Simon a little. Like he was some younger clone of my husband who came to taunt me." Candice lowered her eyes and swirled her cup. "But, as he got older, all he ever wanted to do was take care of me. Make me happy. Just like his father. So, I soon realized what a gift he was. And it's like, through him, Patrick still lives on."

Brigit stared at her youngest sister. Never before had she sounded so mature, and so wise. Brigit marveled at her sister, that even through a terribly painful memory, Candice seemed to radiate a warm glow despite the darkness casted over them by the gloomy gray sky above.

"I'm happy for you, Can. Really. That was such a horrible ordeal to go through, but I'm glad you found love again." Brigit said sweetly.

"

Ha ha!

" Candice laughed suddenly, and her drink dribbled over her bottom lip and down her chin. "You mean, in the arms of my own son?" Candice's smile was bright and genuine. "It is a bit strange. So few people would understand. But there's something about him."

"

Mmm hmm,

" Brigit agreed. She then turned again to face the outside, but her gaze was only preoccupied with the ominous sky above. "I don't know why, but I'm getting this really uneasy feeling."

"About Simon? It's hurricane season but there's nothing moving up the coast. He'll be fine. Worst case, he'll get a little wet" Candice replied.

Brigit smirked. "A soaking wet Simon makes me a lot of things...but never uneasy." She shifted in her stance, and crossed her arms under her goddess-envying breasts. "No, it just feels like something bad is going to happen."

"Like mom calling?" Candice teased.

"

Scoff!

Please, I can handle that annoying witch." Brigit replied. "This...

inhale

...feels worse."

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Both women jumped in their places as what sounded like a large club rapping against Candice's front door.

As if surprised by her own foresight, Brigit stared wide-eyed at her youngest sister. "Are you...expecting someone?"

"Not that I'm aware of." Candice quickly picked up her phone from the counter. "Huh. Front door camera is dark. Someone must be holding their hand over it."

"That's not creepy." Brigit commented in an anxious voice. "Should I get Simon?"

"No, I'll check it out. Could be a friend or neighbor playing a prank." Candice explained.

The bubbly blonde slid from her seat and briskly walked towards her front door. Brigit paced a bit in front of the glass sliding door. She kept an ear out for any trouble, while her hands remained ready to throw open the door and call for her nephew. Suddenly, a shriek from her sister made the towering woman freeze in her tracks.

"AMS! IS THAT YOU?"

'Ams? AMS? What on earth could she possibly be here for?'

Brigit thought rather angrily.

"Oh my god, this is such a wonderful surprise!" Candice's sweet, excited tones carried throughout the first floor of her house. Enthusiasm for their middle sister's arrival made Brigit cringe and want to vomit in her mouth. "Come in, come in!" Candice continued.

'Right on cue. Just in time to ruin our fun.'

Brigit thought, quite irritated, as she fidgeted with the waistband of her tight pants.

'Deep breath. We'll exchange some required pleasantries and then I'll ask her to leave.'

Brigit crossed her arms under her massive balloon bust and tapped the floor with her right foot. Just as her two sisters became visible in the doorway to the kitchen, she heard, "I'm surprised you remembered me at all."

'I believe it's pronounced, "hi, it's nice to see you too."'

She thought as her middle sister insulted their baby sister in her own home.

"What do you mean?" Candice asked, who was sadly oblivious to most mockery at her expense.

"That's her 'polite' way of saying nobody calls her anymore." Brigit insinuated through a clenched-jaw smile. "We only have ourselves to blame, Can. I mean, why would we possibly want to miss out on such...adulatory conversation?"

The glower between Brigit and Amarosa darkened the room far more than the graying skies outside. If Brigit was being truthful, she never thought that day would come. That she would be face-to-face with her most despised adversary while standing in their little sister's kitchen. Yet, there she was; the black sheep, Amarosa Ball, the middle sister.

Amarosa had arrived at her little sister's house with picturesque perfection. Her short black colored hair was parted to the side and styled high with heavy volume. Her makeup was applied with precision to darken her eyes and accentuate her cheekbones and jawline. She wore cute white leather sandals and a simple light gray knee-length dress that clung to every natural and sensual curve; and to her own dissatisfaction, she was rife with curves.

What she should have classified as a gift, Amarosa suffered from a condition that deposited her body fat only between her pelvis and her knees. Her hips were enormously wide, and her glutes and thighs immeasurably thick. With her tight dress leaving nothing to the imagination, she was easily one of the most beautiful pear-shaped women.

"For a second, I forgot. There's no 'off-switch' for that mouth. It's just always set to 'bitch'." Amarosa replied.

"From you!? That's rich." Brigit was already losing what little patience she had for her sister

"Both of you, please stop." Candice pleaded. "Ams, I just meant..."

"The phone works both ways." Brigit sharply cut her sister off.

"Indeed it does." Amarosa shot back with a snide tone. "So if I were to call

your

phone, and you saw it was me, would you honestly have picked up?" A knowing and smug smile enveloped Amarosa's face.

"Honestly?" Brigit replied. "No."

"Ah! I see." Amarosa stood in her little sister's kitchen nodding her head. Satisfied, but still hurt.

"But Can would have." Brigit smirked.

The two opposing forces glared at one another, as if some duel between the two was taking place on some unseen plane of existence.

"That's the problem with you, Ams. You can't be upset with people for ignoring you, if you're doing the exact same to them." Brigit smugly explained.

Amarosa's concentration was broken when she felt a delicate hand grab for hers. "Ams, please, have a seat." Candice offered. "Let me get you something to drink."

Amarosa accepted her sister's offer and followed her to a bar stool at the island, but as her impressively large derriere was too wide to sit comfortably, she simply rested against it. Brigit perched herself at the far end like an attentive hawk waiting to strike.

"It has been some time. I think the last time we really spoke was when you were moving to Belize." Candice maintained her normal bright and cheery demeanor.

"Costa Rica, actually." Amarosa corrected. "But I suppose it's something you remembered I moved at least."

"Oh yes, that's right." Candice nervously chuckled as she produced for her sister a short glass of vanilla flavored spiced rum. "So, are you here just visiting?"

Sip.

"I moved back some time ago." Amarosa answered.

"Don't pull that tone." Brigit ordered. "You left like a ship in the night. So it's no surprise you came back without a word. So you don't get to

act

hurt."

"I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something?" Amarosa questioned rather aggressively. "You're awfully antagonistic considering all I did was show up."

"You're up to something. I know it." Brigit confidently declared. "Perhaps a 'loan' from Candice," Brigit accentuated her point with air-quotes, "or a 'rental' property from me?"

"Oh my god! You're still on about that?" Amarosa shouted as she stood up again. "Huana's father dumped us, and I thought I could turn to my family for help."

"Brigit, Ams, please." Candice's voice was too weak to break the tension of her domineering sisters.

"Yeah, help. But you took advantage." Brigit replied.

"Well fuck me then. I guess it's my fault I'm the unlucky one." Amarosa's tone alerted Brigit that she refused to back down.

"Excuse me?" Brigit cocked her head in anger.

'She better not mean what I think she means.'

"I didn't make a ton off my investments." Amarosa scowled. "My ass turned into a parade balloon. My child didn't stick around to make sure I was okay. She bailed at the first chance she got. And no offense Can," Amarosa's face and chest were flushed as she turned her attention to her little sister, "I'm sorry about Patrick, I really am, but his life-insurance policy set you up for life. So, I'm sorry. To you both, but no one's doing that for me."

Amarosa turned back again to her villainous older sister. "And if I remember, out of the kindness of your heart, what did you do with Can's money, Brigit? Triple it? No commission, right?"

"Ten times what she started with. Yeah. I'm that good. And Can agreed to the terms." Brigit answered smugly. Her anger welled up, she was offended on her baby sister's behalf and couldn't hold back her tongue. "Is this about money Ams? Because if you ask Can what she'd prefer, Patrick or his money, she'd choose Patrick every time."

"I didn't fucking say she's lucky because he died!" Amarosa immediately shot back, red-faced and sweating. "God!" She yelled. She was flustered and it was even more apparent as she ran her fingers through her thick hair. "Okay. What I should have said was, Can was lucky she had a man who loved her so much that she was going to be taken care of no matter what."

"But that's not what you said. You specifically went after Can's money. You think she's just living it up. Thank God her husband died, now she can do whatever she wants." Brigit piled on. "Let's see. Your baby's daddy left you, your daughter left you, your sisters hate you, and if Mom hasn't cut you off yet, she will when she hears about this."

"No! That's not true." Candice suddenly yelled. "Ams, I don't hate you."

"Yes. I could tell by the way you never stand up for me.

Sniffle

. You just let her say the most awful things about me." With that, Amarosa barged past her towering older sister and headed for the glass door to the backyard. "I need some air."

"What a bitch!" Brigit said as she plopped down onto the seat in the breakfast nook.

***

"

Grunt!

" Simon carried three pavers and set them down, he was working on an ornate design for his mother's hardscape. While verifying the pattern and squaring the stones, he had been completely oblivious to his extremely disgruntled Aunt Amarosa despite the fact she had stomped her feet and plopped down onto a lounger. It wasn't until he stood up to stretch his back that he saw his exotic dark haired aunt wiping under her eyes with her fingers before kicking off her sandals and giving all of her attention to her phone.

"Aunt Ams? No way, is that you?" Simon said with a genuine cheery smile, he was truly elated and even felt giddy as he set his tools aside and did a quick shuffle-like-jog up to his absentee relative.

'My god, look at that ass! It's like, twice the size since I saw her last. Fuck, she's hotter than I ever imagined.'

To Simon's heartbroken disappointment, he was met with silence and no affirmation of his charming pleasantries

"Umm, Aunt Ams. Hello? You okay?" Simon asked weakly, but with an earnest sincerity.

Amarosa coldly kept silent. She didn't even give him the courtesy of acknowledging his presence. For a while, at least, she was ignorant to his minimalistic choice of clothing consisting of black compression shorts and a pair of old shoes. Had she taken advantage of the sight before her, she would have enjoyed the young man's glistening chest and his packed meat that was beautifully outlined. With his mother and Aunt Brigit encouraging a "no shame" lifestyle, this had become his new "normal."

"Aunt Ams? Aunt Ams!? Can I...get you anything?" Simon offered with a sharper and louder voice as he removed his gloves and tossed them to the ground.

"I'm sorry, what! What are you saying?" Amarosa replied rather standoffishly.

"I was just wondering," Simon continued, "are you okay? Can I get you anything?"

"What exactly are you going to get me?" Amarosa shot back. "You know what? How 'bout a sister who's not a bitch!" Her nephew stood before her puzzled and bemused. He couldn't believe she had responded to him so angrily without even the slightest attempt to explain. "While you're at it, why don't you thank your mother too, for letting Brigit run roughshod all over me."

Simon's lack of tact caused him to ask a rather obvious question. "Did something happen in there?" He gestured inside the house.

Amarosa's right thumb furiously swiped at her phone. "How astute. You really wanna know what happened? All I did was make a few comments about how lucky your mother is, and that fucking bitch Brigit!" She paused after emphasizing her older sister's name. "Twisted my words, like she always does, and made me out to be some horrible person."

Simon was about to ask a follow-up question, but his furious aunt had left him no room for an interjection.

"And for the record," Amarosa said sternly and defensively, "your father's passing was a tragedy. I have never, ever, suggested otherwise." She explained as if Simon had been there for the entire altercation. "I cried with your mother for weeks." She said while stifling a sniffle.

Simon stood motionless, and nodded. "I remember." Feeling an overwhelming need to help, Simon then moved to stand next to where his aunt was sitting. "Aunt Ams, I don't think you're a horrible person. I think...Aunt Brigit still sees my mom as the little sister that always needs protecting."

"

Uh huh

." Amarosa quickly dismissed. "Everyone always takes her side."

Not yet ready to throw in the towel, Simon took a deep breath, sat at the foot of the lounger, and tried a different approach.

"Did you know, Aunt Ams, that you were my first crush? My first love really." Simon looked upwards and smiled as if remembering a pleasant memory. "I always felt nervous around you. I remember you being very strict and stern, but I think it was because I thought you were always so stunning and gorgeous."

Simon then sat up straight. "Your jawline and cheekbones are more pronounced than my mother's and Aunt Brigit's. And your hair, so dark it reflects all sorts of blues and reds in the light. Couple that with your smokey eyes,

chuckle

, I didn't know a woman could look so beautiful, so seductive, and so mesmerizing."

As if annoyed by her nephew's story, Amarosa finally looked away from her phone and glared at Simon. "You think this is appropriate to tell your aunt? You're acting like this is some first date, and you want to tell me how 'beautiful my eyes are' and..." she paused.

'What...what if he's being sincere?'

Amarosa suddenly stopped herself and thought about what her nephew said.

'My condition changed everything. I'm so used to shame and ridicule. But, is he actually trying to tell me that he thinks I'm still beautiful?'