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My life can’t possibly get any better.
A couple months later...
Checking myself out in the mirror it’s hard to imagine I was ever pregnant, even though it only all stopped a few days ago when I gave birth to triplets. Two boys and a girl.
Dressed only in knee-high socks and heels, I can’t help but admire how fast I rebounded. My tits are still huge, I mean… crazily so. They’re heavy with milk and still the apple of every guy’s eye. But my tummy went back to being taut and tiny again, while my ass… oh yeah, that’s still nice and round too.
Nick notices me standing there, admiring myself in his mirror. I crashed with the football players again last night, left the babies with Malcolm so I could have some fun. And just as well, he loves the little kids, he’ll make a great dad while I get busy making more.
“Damn you are smoking hot,” Nick says, wrapping his thick, muscled arms around me and kissing my neck. “You gonna stay here today?” he asks, already greedy for me and it’s barely even noon. We woke up late after a night of debauchery, me and all the guys in his dorm.
But as great as Nick and his buds are, part of me thinks: Hey, the basketball team guys down the road look real hunky and hung too...
Forbidden Angel
Book Themes:
Step-Sex (Step-Father / Step-Brother / Step-Daughter) and M/F/M Relations.
Word Count:
9,940
The cawing of seagulls and songs of the exotic local birds filled the air. It had been well over three months since the trio were ship wrecked upon the beautiful green isle, amid the shimmering seas, yet the sounds of the native wildlife never seemed to die down. Not entirely.
What had started as a delightful outing on a rental boat for the whole family had become a seemingly permanent arrangement. Angelica -- or Angel, as the family called her -- was just fortunate her step-brother and step-father were so capable. They’d always been big on the outdoors, learning the skills necessary to make it in the wilderness and all. Of course, much of what they were taught applied to the colder northern reaches of their home in Vancouver, but they’d made do since their arrival.
Which was fortunate, since she had none of their zest for the harsh realities of living off the land. Her only physical activities were dancing and maybe some beach volleyball, but only because it got looks from hot boys.
She watched the two tall, strong men climb the cliff sides below from her perch. They’d recently moved from their home in the shell of their wrecked ship up into a cave atop one of the island's cliff faces. There a convenient stream of fresh water ran down fro
m the mountain above, and the verdant vegetation provided plenty of easily accessible food.
Still, the two men insisted on making daily journeys down the cliffs or across the island, to fish or hunt. This time as she watched them climb upwards, their tanned, muscular bodies glistening with perspiration in the sun, and they seemed to be carrying more than enough fish for the three of them that day.
Angel felt like she should do something to help, but her attempts at cooking or even starting fires, had proved disastrous thus far. Instead she leaned against the entrance of the cave and watched her step-father and sibling climb up, winding their way towards her slowly as she fanned herself with the leafy frond of a plant.
Her own skin easily toasted in the bright tropical sun, but she did all she could to keep her more natural skin colour by avoiding working in the warmest hours. Yet no amount of shade could keep her skin free of that glistening perspiration, despite the fact she wore only a bikini top and a pair of tight, tattered shorts. The lone outfit that hadn’t been destroyed or lost in the wreckage.
Her family hadn’t fared much better. Her father had only a tattered pair of khakis that had devolved into shorts, leaving his thick thighs and powerful calves exposed, and the entirety of his bulky, muscle-bulging abs, chest and arms bare and browned by the sun. Her brother did little better, clad in a speedo and a sleeveless shirt that had seen better days.
They were two gorgeous male specimens, truth be told, and the months working on the island had only enhanced their physiques. Hell, it made them all the more irresistible. Fanning herself by the cave, Angel’s mind wandered as her eyes followed their ascent. She barely even realized they had reached the plateau and headed towards her.
“Hey Angel!” came her father’s deep voice, his face lit up with a smile as he carried the heavy fish in one arm, a salvaged fishing pole in the other. Each and every step showed off those calf muscles.
Her brother, meanwhile, stared at her chest. The way her nipples were hard and poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top even under the oppressive heat. All thanks to the sight before her.
She didn’t try to draw his eyes away, embarrass him in front of their father. Instead, she pretended to be oblivious, fanning herself with such a leisurely air. She didn’t know where they got the energy amidst this heat. She was used to milder temperatures, and the summer was absolutely oppressive, even with the breeze off the ocean.
“Hey dad,” Angel replied, her lips spreading into a sly smile. “Finally got bored of fishing?”
The older man chuckled, lashing the cord holding the fish to a makeshift rack outside the cave before running a hand back through his thick, wavy blonde hair, which had grown so much lighter with all the sun he got. “Somethin’ like that, sweetie. If we kept it up, we’d be eating so much fish we'd turn into some ourselves at this rate,” he remarked with a dashing smile as he tied the fish on securely.
The entire time her brother couldn’t help but stare at her generous breasts, a bulge growing in his tight blue speedo that was simply impossible to hide. Once he realized what was happening he made an awkward effort to twist away from her and stow away his own rod to hide it.
It only made her smirk grow, her light blue gaze following his body in a more discreet manner as she shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. There’s not much to do here but eat.” Angel exhaled in an exaggerated manner, her arms folding beneath her bikini top. “It’s too hot to do anything else.”
While the two men had grown so lean and hard from their labours under the sun, her shapely body had remained delightfully soft in the right places. She still sported a round backside, a pair of tits to die for, a nice little waist preserved thanks to a healthy diet of mostly fruit and fish.
