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Above the Reagan Homestead, the sun’s glare was harsh and unforgiving, heating up the air until it was almost suffocating. The homestead was situated out in the middle of nowhere, on a flat and open stretch of nigh-barren land, with only a single road that led to the city. However, the oppressive heat was nothing new for the area, and it was only the homestead itself that provided any incentive for anyone (or anything) to live.
Built out of the finest materials in the late 1800s, the Reagan Homestead stood tall and occupied a copious amount of land. In contrast to the dry and lifeless ground surrounding it, the homestead grounds were lush with colour, predominantly greens and dark purples, all of which had been cultivated by several Reagan generations. A long, narrow stone path led to the front of the ‘main’ house passed the large, rectangular pool; one of the seven buildings that made the homestead, not including the massive barn, all painted hues of red and brown that evoked inviting sensations. And so, despite the sweltering heat and barren surrounding landscape, the Reagan Homestead was a dream for any individual, albeit one that would be unobtainable without a sufficient bank account and prestige. Nevertheless, the homestead was loved by most people.
Jack grumbled under his breath, as he got out of the truck and then slammed its door shut. A sliver of gratification ran through him, when he heard a series of shrill, high-pitched curses from behind the door.
Petty? You bet it was.
Jack whistled with an air of innocence, even as his older sister, Clarissa, rushed out of the car with murder in her eyes. Just a few years ago, he would never have attempted such a thing against his sister, who would/could have turned him into paste in retaliation. Unfortunately (for her), Jack had experienced a significant growth spurt, in addition to several hours at the gym, that had transformed his 5’4” and lanky body into six-feet-and-two-inches of toned muscle. Combined with a healthy tan and shaggy, bleached-blond hair, Jack was the perfect representation of the surfer dude stereotype. At the very least, or Jack hoped wryly to himself on numerous occasions, he didn’t dress like a surfer; currently, the nineteen-year-old wore a Hawaiian-patterned shirt of reds and blues, and a pair of beige khaki shorts and sandals.
“You should be more careful.” Jack’s shit-eating grin stretched wider, as his sister’s gaze tried to burn a hole through his skull. “You could have gotten hurt, sis.”
Dragging her suitcase out of the open car door, Clarissa huffed. She was fit for her age and size, but the suitcase was large and cumbersome, which forced numerous obscenities to spew from her mouth, until it was finally out onto the grass.
“Fucking asshole,” Clarissa muttered under her breath, closing the door behind her. She turned to face her young (no longer little, her thoughts reminded her with a grimace) brother. In response, Jack kept grinning.
Now that they were face-to-face, she glared up towards him. Way up, much to her frustration. Unlike Jack, Clarissa Reagan stood at a comparatively less impressive height of 5’1”, the shortest of the family by far. Still, Clarissa was thankful that she had taken after her mother in looks. She had her mother’s long, wavy brown hair, bronze skin that was near flawless (bar the occasional spotty day), high cheekbones, and pronounced dimples that became more evident when she smiled.
However, in contrast to her gorgeous mother, Clarissa had thinner lips; they were still nice and plump, if her past boyfriends could attest, but they had nothing on her mother’s. Moreover, her chest was comparatively lacking, much to the 22-year-old’s resignation. About the size of small oranges, they were a touchy subject for the young woman, especially as she was wearing an orange, low-cut top that was ideally suited for bustier women.
Moreover, to a lesser degree, ‘lacking’ was a term that could also be applied to describing Clarissa’s ass; tight and toned as it was, it was practically flat compared to her mother’s full and round ass. Even when she wore yoga pants, like the dark-blue pair she was currently wearing, Clarissa still felt her ass was still nothing compared to her mother’s.
And like any annoying younger sibling, Jack was happy to keep reminding his sister of her ‘lacking’ qualities. Due to no longer possessing a physical advantage against her younger brother, Clarissa could only lock her brother into a glaring contest and hoped that it would somehow be enough.
“Enough, you two!” the matriarch said, firmly, weaving in and out from between her children as she unloaded the rest of the bags from the trunk of the vehicle and onto the grass. Begrudgingly, the siblings ceased their glaring contest. “And thanks for the help!”
With the trunk was now emptied and shut, Kelly Reagan (née Marks) cast a disapproving eye towards her children. The 45-year-old woman was taller than her daughter at 5’5” but still dwarfed by her son. And while the woman was indeed forty, it was difficult to agree with such a statement; her bronze skin was smooth, barring the thin laugh lines around her mouth and faint crow’s feet. Furthermore, Kelly’s figure was the envy to women of all ages, including her own daughter. After the death of her husband, Steve, four years prior from coronary heart disease, she had thrown herself into a health-obsessed diet and workout regimen.
Years of living a sedentary lifestyle had practically evaporated from Kelly, as her body slimmed down and gained muscle. Most notably, her ass had become firmer and more defined in shape without losing its massive size and roundness, while her legs (especially thighs) became thicker with muscle. Two years after her husband’s death, Kelly looked and felt like a completely new person; sexier and more confident. Her former self would have definitely balked at what she was currently wearing; a white, low-cut dress that showed off a tantalizing amount of cleavage, and a matching pair of sandals with four-inch heels.
“Out of the way, ass-face!”
“Screw you!”
Kelly sighed, taking a brief moment to stare at her wedding ring. Then she turned her attention towards her children, who were racing each other on entering the house first. Wryly, she lamented how some things never changed. If only her husband, Jacob, were still here. It was so odd not to have him beside them, making corny jokes, offering to cook to little success. Their marriage was far from perfect, but…
She was snapped out of her wistful reverie by the roar of an engine approaching from afar. Gradually, it drew nearer and nearer, until the source could be identified via sight: a helmeted, leather-clad man riding on a Harley-Davidson that parked itself just behind the Reagan family truck. Said man was broad-shouldered and tall, even taller than Jack, by at least a few inches. And despite the suffocating heat, the man was unfettered as he flashed a dazzling, if also somewhat smug smile and headed over to the Reagan matriarch.
“Hey, auntie,” the man greeted, genially, taking off his helmet to reveal wild, spikey jet-black hair and brown skin that was passed down by his Latin-American father. His voice was surprisingly light, in contrast to his intimidating build. He shot a smirk towards Jack and Clarissa, who decided to present a united front with their glares and crossed arms, “Hey, kids.”
Jack and Clarissa bristled. The latter was even on the verge of throwing down with the man, despite the obvious height and weight disparity. Meanwhile, Kelly’s eyes widened upon figuring out the man’s identity.
“Cody?!” she gasped, taking in the sight of her nephew. Her older sister’s only child, it had been years since Kelly had seen the kid (22-year-old man, she reminded herself). She rushed to embrace her nephew, “Oh, my god! It’s been forever since we last saw you!”
Cody returned his aunt’s embrace, pressing his nose against her neck. He inhaled deeply, while relishing in the feel of her large breasts against his chest. For a brief moment, Cody allowed a hand to trace along the curve of her waist. Even through the thin fabric of her dress, Kelly’s skin was supple and smooth. But before any suspicions could be raised by the intimacy of their embrace, the aunt and nephew pulled back from each other. Kelly smiled, showing off of sparkly white teeth. Everyone entered the house and haphazardly deposited their bags, to be properly put away and organized tomorrow.
“I didn’t know you’d be here so soon!” Unbeknownst to Kelly, Jack and Clarissa shared a wary glance between themselves. Kelly headed over to the kitchen to pour four glasses of water, “You said that you’d be here tomorrow, at the earliest. You must be exhausted!”
With a sheepish grin, Cody rubbed the back of his neck as he sat on a stool near the counter. Glancing behind his shoulder, he could spot his cousins scrutinizing him from their seats on the couch. In response, Cody rolled his eyes and gladly took the glass offered to him.
“Yeah.” His eyes trailed around the kitchen, only to settle on staring at his aunt’s cleavage. As Kelly walked around the kitchen, her breasts jiggled with the slightest movement. “Pretty thirsty, too.”
Kelly hummed, pausing for only a second at what Cody had said and then dismiss it. At the same time, on the couch in the sitting room, Jack perused the TV channels, while Clarissa checked her phone.
“Hey, mom! Is there anything good to eat?” Clarissa called out, not taking her eyes off her phone. If she had, Jack wouldn’t have been the only one to notice the lecherous looks, that their cousin was sending at their mother. “And where the hell is Uncle Richard? I thought he’d already be here waiting for us.”
‘Uncle Richard’ was their father’s younger brother, as well as the one who lived in and took care of the Reagan Homestead. Once a rising star athlete during his college days, Richard had fallen for one too many pyramid schemes that had nearly bankrupted the man. Additionally, a poor diet borne from a busy work schedule had transformed the fit, college athlete into a beer-gutted, low-stamina bachelor at 38 years of age. Needless to say, the fact that he was not present did not surprise anybody.
Kelly sighed, shaking her head at the thought of her brother-in-law. Thankfully, the pantry and refrigerator were stocked full of food.
“Uncle Richard fails to make a timely appearance.” Cody snorted into his glass. “I’d be shocked, but…” He shrugged. Then, a roguish grin stretched across his face. “Well, I guess that just leaves me as the man of the house.”
Kelly flashed a small smile, before she turned her back to him and started preparing dinner. A shiver ran through her spine, though, when she heard his ostensibly innocuous words.
“Besides, my favorite person is already here.”