Too Big Taboo Bundle(3)

By: Veronica Vaughn




Izzie and I went into the house with James while Paw Paw and Grandma waited in the car. James threw his duffle bag down on the couch and immediately kicked his boots off.



“God, it feels good to be under my own roof again,” he said. “I didn’t even realize how much I missed this place till I walked through that front door.”



“I gotta use the bathroom,” Izzie said.



I smiled. It did feel good to be home again, to be with James again after such a long time apart. James noticed my smile and he grinned widely, crinkles forming beyond the corners of his eyes. His skin was deeply tanned and a bit more leathery than I remembered. I guess nine months under the desert sun would do that to anybody.



He grabbed me and gave me a huge hug, pulling me in close. I wrapped my arms around his waist and lay my head on his shoulder, breathing in his familiar inviting scent of aftershave and sandalwood. I could feel the firm muscles of his chest swelling with every breath, my body rocking peacefully to the rhythm of his heart.



“There, there,” James said, petting my hair. “Your grandparents are waiting for you in the car.”



“I want to stay here tonight,” I said. “I want to sleep in my own bed for a change.”



James grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eye. “I don’t know, Ellie. Your grandparents have gotten used to having you around.”



“Please?” I asked.



He studied my face for a moment. “Okay, baby girl,” he said, deploying the nickname he gave me when I was younger. “You can stay. Go tell your grandparents. Are you staying, too, Izzie?”



“No sir, not tonight,” Izzie said. “Um, also? You’re out of toilet paper.”





III.



I didn’t plan this one through very well. Most of my stuff was still at my grandparents’ house. Rifling through the closet in my bedroom, I dug up an old white cotton nightie that I used to wear when I was like a sophomore in high school. When I tried it on, it was ridiculously small. Surely I hadn’t grown that much in two years! My boobs were practically spilling out of the top, and my ass was practically spilling out the bottom.



I checked myself out in the mirror, feeling kind of sexy and kind of mortified to see my long legs running right up to my pink panties, which were just barely visible if I bent over even a smidgen.



Staring at the reflexion of my figure, I told myself not to be so self-conscious. James and I were supposed to watch a movie, just like old times. It’s not like I couldn’t stay locked in my bedroom while he sat on the couch, waiting for me so he could hit play.



When I walked into the living room, a look of surprise washed over James’ face, his eyes sweeping downward from my chest to my legs, then back up, settling on my cleavage for half a second longer than it took to be obvious about it. With James practically ogling my breasts in my skimpy nightie, I was surprised to feel a slight stirring deep inside me. Something was tingling between my legs, and I had a sudden urge to rub myself against something firm, like the armrest of the sofa.



Instead, I just stood there, my lips widening into a coy smile. He was such a ruggedly handsome man, but right now he just looked adorable, like a kid in a candy shop or something. When James realized that I was watching him watching my tits, his face flashed red with embarrassment. He quickly composed himself, though.



“Oh, um … are you ready to watch the movie?” he asked.



“You can’t be serious!” I teased. “Where’s the popcorn?”



“Ah, right,” James smiled. “Old traditions die hard.”



“Be right back,” I said, swiveling around, my nightie twirling to give James a little peek of my panties. I smiled myself as I pranced into the kitchen, sure that James was enjoying his private little show.



After nine months serving his country overseas, James deserved a little special attention. My mind wandered as I popped the corn on the stovetop—none of that microwave stuff for our family—thinking of naughty things that James could do to me if he wanted.



Then a sickening realization came to me.



This popcorn was for our family. As in me and James, my stepdad. What was I even thinking? It didn’t matter that he was the man of my dreams. He and I were family, and I was an awful person for even allowing myself to fantasize about something more—something I could never have.



Still reprimanding myself, I poured the hot popcorn into the oversized bowl we always used on movie nights, then drizzled on the butter and salt. I set the bowl in front of James and joined him on the couch.

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