In a beautiful two story house along Sest Boulevard lived a happy all-American family. There was a father of 42, Mitch Sr., who was well dressed and black haired. He had a look of easy confidence, that which could only come from a life of hardship overcome. He could definitely pull off 30, with his dark goatee and tall, stocky build. Physical exertion was nothing for him to be shy of, as he easily kept up with any younger male in strength, speed, and limberness. His green eyes were intense and striking, and that was what caught the attention of who is now his second wife, Anna. Mitch married again after his first wife past away, though the two sons they had together kept his memory of her alive even years afterward.
Anna, Mitch's second wife, was stunning at 39. She had long, wavy light brown hair and big, light brown eyes above a streamlined nose and full lips. Standing tall and statuesque, she wore her slight curves proudly. Her ample breasts were supple, and goodly sized for her lithe figure. The gym was no stranger to Anna and it showed; there was not a wrinkle of evidence that she had given birth to Mitch's younger daughter. Shoulders and head were held high, as she was a very proud woman, though no amount of pride would ever harden the sweetness in her heart. She was a good mother who treated her two step-sons just as well as she treated her and Mitch's daughter.
Mitch Jr.(or Mitchy) and Tom were the sons of Mitch and his first wife. Mitchy was the elder, at 23, and he had his late mother's looks; dirty blonde, messy hair that just covered the tips of his ears and very dark brown eyes that almost showed as black. His build was slimmer and shorter than his fathers, though he was still a tall man. He had a faint wisp of a beard but his face was mostly clean-shaven. A tribal tattoo of a panther decorated one bicep and a wicked clown that his sister had drawn was on the other. Despite the fact that he was older, Mitchy was often mistaken as the middle child. He was quiet around new people, by choice, and was very mild-mannered. Most of his side of the conversation was riddled with good-natured humor.
Tom was the louder, more boisterous son, who most people thought was the oldest. Having been quite chubby at puberty and dealing with the stigma that came with it, he had spent most of his teen years at the gym. At 20 he looked a good bit like his father with black hair and a thick well trimmed beard, though he had his mother's dark brown eyes. He was very solidly built, tall, with muscles to spare. Womanizing was the game he enjoyed the most (much to his stepmother's dismay). Girls were in constant flow in and out of the house, entering with excitement and leaving with shaky, unstable legs.
Lastly was Lillian, the daughter of Mitch and Anna. She was a melting pot of her parents, with her father's black hair, but her mother's light brown eyes and full lips. Her body was stockier, like her fathers, and when she was younger it made for a very awkward body. As she grew, however, her hips flared and her breasts swelled. She had thick thighs, muscled calves, and a very ample bottom. Where her mother was all slenderness and slight, Lillian was curvaceous and plump. She was the shy one in the family, often quite uncomfortable in front of strangers and not the least bit skilled in conversation with them. She was an intelligent, artistic young woman, though still quite naïve. A life of overprotection and quite a bit of censorship led to that. Though that would change, now that she was 18.
Oh yes, the Hutchings were a very all-American family. And they were about to have a very memorable birthday for Lillian, and an even better year to follow.
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It was a very bright, very hot August morning, soon to turn into an even hotter August afternoon. In celebration of Lillian's 18th birthday, the family was going to the town lake for a swim and nice dinner at Après Le Luna, a most prestigious restaurant. At the moment, however, they were all simply sitting down to breakfast of eggs, bacon, and orange juice.
"Any suggestions for picnic food?" Anna asked to no one in particular.
Mitch spoke after he swallowed his bacon, "Why don't you just grab some small things, since we are going out to eat afterward."
"Don't forget the birthday cake," Lillian said, "Just not vanilla."
Tom looked up from his plate with a concerned expression, "You can't let Anna go by herself. We'll all end up eating granola bars!...So tired of granola bars."
Mitchy and Lillian nodded vigorously.
"Alright, fine. Tom, you go with Anna to the store, then. We'll stay to pack the rest of the stuff up." Mitch said, then turned to his unruffled wife, "You have your bag ready, Beautiful?"
Anna smiled and nodded. Under the table, Mitch grabbed his wife's knee and squeezed, "I put a cooler with ice in the back of your car. You guys buy the stuff and head on out. Mitchy, Lillian and I will catch up later."
Once breakfast was finished and everyone was excused, Anna and Tom got their bags and left to go shopping. Lillian rushed up to her bedroom to make sure she had everything prepared. There was a towel on her bed already, along with sunscreen, shades, and a hat. After throwing them into her bag, the only thing she had to do was find her blasted bikini. Fifteen minutes into tearing her room apart and coming up with nothing, she gave up and went to search elsewhere.
"DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE MY BIKINI IS?" She hollered into the quiet house. It was her father who yelled back, "Did you check the basket by the stairs?"
Oh...I didn't even see it, Lillian thought. The basket was indeed there, but no sign of the bikini.
"Hey, Genius," She heard Mitchy say from right behind her, "It's right here. I found it behind the dryer." He handed over the dark red material with a smile.
"Thanks, smart-ass." Lillian stuck her tongue out childishly and bounded up the stairs. She went into the large bathroom she shared with her brothers. A full wall of the bathroom was mirrored, and there were two sinks as well as a bathtub and shower stall. The toilet was somewhat hidden from view in the corner behind a wall that extended outward. Lillian set her bikini on the counter and stripped, careful not to look in the mirror, as self-conscious as she was. She was no Anna. The bikini was pulled on hurriedly and she yelped when a cold wet spot on the bottom startled her. Damn wet counters! She cursed to herself. After pulling on a white skirt she put on her favorite button-up checkered shirt, though she left it unbuttoned today. She was in a bikini, after all. Only after dressing did she have the courage to look in the mirror.
Her large breasts held up nicely in the bikini top. Though the curse that came along with any naturally large breasts, a bit of flesh to her stomach, made her cringe. Beneath her skirt, her ample cheeks spilled out of her bikini. She knew they were only half covered in the particular style bottom she was wearing. It was the only thing she allowed herself not to fuss over. Though most of the high school guys she knew liked the firm and tiny tushes, she was rather proud of her own soft and round one.
Deeming herself ready, Lillian went to her room to grab her bag and ran down the stairs again. She found her father and brother by the front door. They must have just come back in from putting their own bags into her dad's truck. They were in their swimming trunks, with chests bare. Mitch had a light coating of black chest hair, while Mitchy's chest was almost smoothly hairless.
"It's about time! Are you sure it's not your 19th? Because I feel like we've been waiting a full year for you." Mitchy smiled as he poked fun at her. Somehow he could make teasing seem charming.
"Shut up butthead," Lillian muttered, "I'm ready if you guys are."
"Yeah, we are. Let's go so we don't keep your mother and Tom waiting too long." Mitch said, and he led them out to his truck.
"Shotgun!"
"Shotgun! Damnit." Mitchy made a face when he lost front seat to his little sister. Oh, how it stung. Lillian laughed in triumph and threw her bag into the back before jumping into shotgun. Mitchy had trouble stretching his legs out in the back and she almost felt bad that he lost. Almost.
It was an hour and half ride to the lake on a good traffic day, so today it would probably take around two hours. Mitchy claimed control over the radio since he lost front, and Lillian didn't fight since she knew he had great taste in music. Around a half hour into the drive, Lillian unbuckled and leaned her seat back so she could rest her feet on the dashboard. Her father frowned when he saw her sans seatbelt, but he allowed it. Mitchy leaned forward, resting his elbow on the corner of her seat.
