August
"I'm home."
"Hey, hon!" Ellie called from the bedroom. "How was at the gym?"
Oliver dropped his backpack and stretched. "Okay." He opened the fridge and extracted the jug of orange juice. "Dolce mia?"
Michela exited his and Ellie's bedroom, dressed in a beautiful sunflower dress and white sandals, her brown hair partly braided.
Oliver sized her up while gulping the juice from the jug, unable to ignore her growing resemblance to her late mother. "Who's that beautiful girl? And what have you done with my daughter?"
The 5-year-old convulsed with her child-like laughter. "Papi, it's me!"
He beckoned her over with a smile. "Kiss, kiss."
He picked her up and kissed her thoroughly, and put her down just as his girlfriend joined them.
Even while living together, even while knowing her his whole life, his heart never failed to skip a beat when she got herself all pretty and sexy: dark blond hair that cascaded almost down to the small of her back; deep blue eyes with frames of a jaguar; eyelashes blackened, seemingly curling for miles; purple lipstick painted over naturally pouty lips; a short purple skirt that draped over the smooth golden flesh of her upper thighs; and a white low-cut blouse that exposed all the cleavage you could want. She was almost as tall as him now, showing off her long, slim legs while standing in her new five-inch platform clogs.
He scanned her up and down, trying to keep his cool. "Well, well, well,
what
have we got here?"
His sister shot him a sultry smile, reading the obscenity from his eyes. She kissed his lips and gave his butt a furtive squeeze, confident she would be getting some tonight.
Since her father and Oliver had reconciled, her boyfriend had been steadily getting back to himself. He was growing happier and more serene. He'd been eating right, even if sleep at times eluded him. He'd been frequenting the gym again, and his sex drive was back where she needed it to be -- off the charts. Whatever her father had been doing to help Oliver, it had proven to be immensely successful.
Ellie wasn't aware of the fact that Dan had hooked her brother up with a therapist who'd been counseling army veterans suffering from PTSD. Along with Ellie's support and love, those weekly sessions had proven be just what Oliver needed to heal. He was letting go of the past, bit by bit, and he and Dan had been getting closer than ever, ironically.
Ellie was the happiest she'd ever been. Her pregnancy was going exceedingly well, and her favorite brother in the whole wide world had resumed laying with her. With only two months until due date, their sex life was far from stagnating. The minute Michela was asleep, their bed would be creaking and jerking, and in the mornings, blowjobs and pussy-eating had become the new greeting standard.
Pregnant women are hot, and Oliver's sister was the hottest commodity there is. He literally couldn't keep his hands off of her. While the bloom of her belly was rather small, her breasts had swelled to unthinkable proportions. The rest of her remained the work of art it had always been. Ellie knew she was genetically blessed, and she was reminded of that every time she saw Gena. Jack's fiancée was a pretty woman, but the pregnancy had taken its toll on her body.
Ellie, however, was fortunate to retain her deadly curves, tight little ass, and slender legs. Whatever fat she gained went straight to her rack, and Ellie was loving the attention her bosom was getting; from Oliver, naturally, but also from complete strangers and colleagues.
There was something so satisfying in watching her boss struggling to keep his eyes leveled with hers as they discussed work. Ellie wasn't doing anyone favors there when cramming her monstrous cans in push-up bras and button-down shirts that she never bothered buttoning past her cleavage. While her bosom never failed to draw a crowd, the pregnancy had kicked it up to a whole new level, and Ellie had never been one to shy away from male attention to begin with.
"Seeing the two of you are already dressed, I'm assuming we're all packed?"
"Uh-huh," Ellie replied with a grin and handed Michela her crayons and drawing book. "There you go, sunshine."
It was Friday morning, and the three were heading for a vacation with the rest of their family. Alice and Dan had insisted that this family was in dire need of bonding, and what better place to do so than at a secluded, luxurious resort. Yes, a weekend-long vacation at a 5-star retreat up in the mountains should fit the bill. It would give them the chance to discuss everything and plan ahead before the girls gave birth.
"Well, let me take a quick shower, and—"
"Take your time. I'm meeting Kara at the mall first. I need to buy some stuff before we hit the road. It shouldn't take long though, an hour or so."
"Okay. Just keep in mind it's a three-hour drive, stops excluded."
Ellie slanted a brow in pseudo puzzlement. "What are you implying here, my love?"
"That you tend to forget yourself in shopping centers, malls, and, basically, any place that has stores around."
She giggled. "You know me so well."
"I do."
"I'm doing this for you though."
"Is that right?"
"Remember the"—she glanced at Michela and licked her lips when returning her eyes to him—"special oil we use when you need to relax?"
Oliver smiled, loving where this is going. "Oh, boy, do I."
