’Foooo, damn it, don’t get annoyed, Taylor, you can change everything, one step at a time. Once I have access to my Talent, I can use the initial ’Suggestion’ ability to convince Dad not to give in to Amanda, starting with the move to Key West.’ Sitting up with my back against the bars of my crib, I crossed my arms and frowned.
’The move to Key West saw him buying two different houses, only to turn around and sell them a year or so later, and then was the move to Oviedo; I need to get rid of all three roadblocks.’
’I also need to stop him from hemorrhaging money due to Amanda’s constant nagging. Eventually, I can push her to Seth and get her out of the picture quickly, but that is years away. For now…’
CREEEAK.
"Oh? I see the sleepy boy is already up,"
As if on cue, my bedroom door slowly opened, revealing Deedee peeking her head through the crack to check on me.
’For now, I need to check out some bikini’s heh, this is gonna be awesome.’
One of the best parts about growing up in Florida was the weather; the place didn’t earn the name "The Sunshine State" without a proper reason.
Although it was the middle of January, a month that should normally be seen as part of winter, in Orlando, it was a nice and warm, 87 degrees Fahrenheit.
Adding to the allure of the temperature, my Father, in his infinite wisdom, had an in-ground pool built into the backyard before my birth!
I had seen numerous videos from my childhood of my Father or even Uncle Gideon tossing me around the pool, and the way my Dad tells it, I was ’Swimming like a fish’ by the time I was six months old.
’Hm, that probably isn’t the case now, though, especially if I’ve been quote ’sickly’ since birth. I have no idea how long my body has been advancing through the Classifications, but if that’s the case, it should mean I technically haven’t learned how to swim yet.’
Wearing a contemplative expression, I allowed Deeana to happily carry me back into the living room, where Amanda greeted me in an unflattering one-piece swimsuit, but that was to be expected with the post-pregnancy body images the woman had.
Trying my best not to roll my eyes or show outward disgust toward Amanda, my eyes moved toward the image of Kristina before they practically popped out of my head.
Standing there, stark nude, the woman was chatting away without a care in the world as she arranged three different bikinis on the couch in an attempt to pick one out.
To describe the glorious image before me, the words perfect or supermodel didn’t do justice. Personality aside, Kristina was a bombshell. Bronzed skin tanned from sunbathing regularly, curly blond hair…
As if they were the opposite end of a magnet, my eyes locked onto the two MASSIVE and free mounds, which jiggled with every minute movement the beauty made.
’Burn the image into your mind, burn the image into your mind,’ the words played in a loop in my head as I traced out her perfectly shaped quarter-sized areolas in a shade of light pink.
’Thank you for the meal,’ after having my fill of the glorious breast and wearing a smirk, my eyes began trailing lower, down from her enormous succulent breasts to her naval…but then my eyes quivered, and I found myself fighting the urge to flinch.
’F**k, I forgot this wasn’t modern days…sigh, it’s like personal hygiene didn’t exist before 2000.’
Now, I have never been one to stray away from laying claim to an untamed jungle; after all, exploration is fun now and then, but something about the blond, furry bush between Kristina’s legs was a massive turn-off for me.
You have to remember, at least in America, during modern times, it was practically impossible to find a young lady who didn’t rid herself of any body hair, so I had become extremely used to such a sight.
It’s not that I wouldn’t smash, because I totally would, bush or not, but my personal preferences were more a product of my time and what I was used to than anything.
’Sigh, alright, don’t mind it; come on, Kristina, bend over and give Daddy Xipher a good look-see.’ Calming my shaken mind, I re-engaged perv mode and waited patiently for the sight I had been waiting for.
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Soon enough, that moment arrived; in a very natural yet extremely provocative manner, Kristina bent over and finally picked out which bikini she was gonna wear, and when she did, since I was positioned exactly behind her, I got a wide-angle view of all the dirty bits.
’Hmmm, not too roast beef, looks perfectly tight, ima gives her a solid 7/10, would hit, but if it weren’t for those massive jugs, it would be a hard pass on personality alone.’
Passing my silent judgment on the woman’s physical features, my eyes never left the perfect curves of her nude body until she had finished putting on the two thin pieces of fabric, which were more conservative than most modern bikinis yet still hot.
It was a typical late yellow 1980s swimsuit with an extremely high v-shaped waistline that hooked around the top of her hipbones.
Seeing those massive jugs about to pop out at a moment’s notice, I couldn’t help but sigh internally when they were covered.
Luckily, the second feast wasn’t far behind the first, as before my eyes, Deeana began stripping down, first the plain blue t-shirt, followed by the jeans, leaving her in a plain sky blue pair of panties and a bra.
’Yep, she’s definitely in the prime of her young adult life; sure, Kristina is good-looking and busty, but Deeana’s girl-next-door approach is more suitable.’ I critiqued while watching with bated breath as Deeana reached back and unhooked her bra, freeing her perfect C-sized breast.
Since she was facing me, I got the full experience as they bounced slightly but still stayed upright and perfectly perky.
’Whew…now THOSE are perfect, yep, 10/10,’ nodding my head subconsciously, I took in the view of the young ladies’ slightly larger and oval-shaped areolas.