Chapter 1862
"Of course I do," Richard said, straightening up and promising himself he wouldn't let Audrey down.
Just then, a young man with long hair strolled in, wearing a necklace and showing off tattoos on his arms. He nodded at Peter, "Hey, can I get a pack of Marlboros and a lighter? How much?"
"Sure thing. That'll be seven bucks," Peter said, quickly bagging the items with a smile. "Burning the midnight oil again, Yale?"
"Yeah, nothing better to do," Yale Morris replied, pulling out a crumpled ten-dollar bill. He turned and noticed Audrey, his eyes lighting up as he ogled her. He grinned, "Hey there, wanna be friends?"
Peter quickly stepped in, "Yale, this is my sister Audrey. She's a teacher."
Yale's gaze grew more intense. He extended his hand, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Johnson. I'm Yale Morris, but you can call me Yale."
Audrey noticed Yale's eyes fixated on her chest and felt uncomfortable. She replied coolly, "Hello, Yale." Turning to Peter, she said, "Peter, Richard, and I are leaving now." With that, she headed out the door.
As soon as Audrey and Richard stepped out of the convenience store, Yale followed them, sidling up to Audrey with a grin, "Ms. Johnson, why leave so soon? I'm good friends with Peter and often help out at your place. I live on the west side. You should come over sometime."
Richard felt annoyed, knowing Yale was lying. He had never been to their house, let alone helped out. It was clear he was hitting on Audrey because she was attractive.
Audrey was well aware of Yale's intentions and replied coolly, "No thanks, I have things to do. Goodbye." She grabbed Richard's hand and walked away.
Yale watched Audrey's tall, sexy figure, her dress clinging to her curves. He thought about her large, firm breasts, feeling a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. He sneered, "Damn, acting all high and mighty. Those big breasts must have been played with by some guy. I'll have you one day."
The town was small, and Audrey and Richard quickly finished their walk. Audrey felt a bit disappointed. Although she hadn't been back in a long time, everything was just as it had been when she left. The same familiar faces, the same streets. It felt like the town was stuck in time, even more isolated than Harmony County, as if forgotten by the world. As a child, she thought the town was big and bustling. Now, it seemed tiny. Maybe it wasn't the town that had changed, but herself.
Richard held Audrey's hand, inhaling her scent, his body growing increasingly warm. He kept rubbing his arm against Audrey's, enjoying the smooth, comfortable feeling. Occasionally, he glanced at Audrey's chest. Her thin sundress turned transparent in the sunlight, revealing her bra and the large, bouncing breasts underneath. They seemed bigger and more elastic than the basketballs he played with in gym class.
He really wanted to ask Audrey if having such large breasts was tiring, but he feared she'd scold him. So, he kept the question to himself, savoring the warmth of her soft, smooth hand, wishing he could hold it forever.
Along the way, Audrey ran into several acquaintances, even some old classmates. Most had dropped out of school and opened small shops to make a living, which made Audrey sigh. Maybe that's just life, drifting apart as you go. She hadn't fared much better, circling back to the town after all these years. Despite returning to her parents, it was still Peter's home. Who knew if Stella would eventually have issues with her staying? Thankfully, Richard was close to her, or she'd feel like a burden.
They returned home, where Audrey's parents were cooking. Audrey went to the living room and said to Richard, "Richard, get your homework out. Let me take a look and help you with it."
"Okay," Richard reluctantly fetched his backpack and handed his homework to Audrey. After a while, Audrey frowned, "Richard, this homework is not good. You've made so many basic mistakes on just one page. It shows you didn't read the questions properly. Look, this one asks for the total amount, but you calculated each person's share. Isn't that right?"
Audrey's voice was gentle, and her explanations were clear. Richard felt comfortable listening, wishing his school teachers were like Audrey. He'd definitely pay attention in class. But his eyes kept drifting to Audrey's large, white breasts, peeking at the deep cleavage. He felt a surge of heat, wishing he could touch them. Audrey's breasts were so big, it felt like a dream.
Suddenly, someone called Richard from the door. He got up and saw Bob standing there, drenched and holding a bucket. "Bob, did you catch any fish?"
"Of course, look," Bob proudly handed over the bucket, "I caught seven or eight. The river's full of fish. You could catch them with your hands. Too bad you didn't come."
Richard felt a bit regretful but still thought spending time with Audrey was more important. Bob noticed Richard eyeing the fish and said with a grin, "Richard, if you want one, take it."
"Thanks, Bob," Richard reached into the bucket, but the fish were too slippery, splashing water all over him.
"Stop, let me help," Bob said, carrying the bucket into the yard and asking Richard to get another bucket.
Audrey came out and saw the fish, curiously asking, "Where did you get these?"
Bob froze, staring at Audrey's chest, swallowing hard, "Uh, from the river in front of town. I found a great spot with lots of fish. Richard wanted one, so I gave him one."
Audrey chuckled, finding Bob amusing. She patted his head, "Thanks. What's your name?"
"I'm Bob." Bob felt a jolt of electricity from Audrey's touch, his body stiffening. Up close, her large breasts seemed even more overwhelming. He imagined burying his head in them, wondering what it would feel like. Richard was so lucky to have such a beautiful relative.
"Bob, why don't you take us fishing tomorrow?" Audrey suggested, thinking she could enjoy a few days off before starting work.
"Sure," Bob said excitedly, thrilled at the idea of fishing with Audrey.
Richard brought a basin, and Audrey reached into the bucket to grab a fish. The fish struggled, splashing water onto her chest, soaking her dress, and revealing her black bra and the outline of her large breasts.
Richard and Bob were stunned, feeling a rush of blood to their heads, their erections straining. The sight was incredibly stimulating.
"Ah..." Audrey blushed, quickly covering her chest and heading inside, her round hips swaying, her white legs exuding mature allure.
Once Audrey was inside, the boys snapped out of it. Bob shook his head, excitedly saying, "Richard, your aunt's breasts are huge. I think her nipples were showing."
"Shut up, they weren't. You must be mistaken. Bob, if you keep talking nonsense, don't come over anymore," Richard denied, regretting letting Bob in. If Bob had seen Audrey's nipples, he'd be furious. Though he had peeked at Audrey in the shower, it was from a distance. This was the first close-up view. But Audrey was his aunt. It was fine for him to look, but he couldn't let others take advantage.
"Sorry, sorry, I must've been mistaken," Bob quickly apologized, "I can't eat all these fish. I'll leave you two more. Your aunt's back, so you can have more fish for dinner. She said she'd take you fishing tomorrow. Get your gear ready. I'll come by in the afternoon."
After Bob left, Richard went to the living room and approached Audrey's bedroom door. He opened it to talk to her, but saw Audrey standing by the wardrobe, her dress off, removing her bra. Her mature, white body was exposed, leaving him stunned, his blood boiling, his erection straining.
Audrey, unaware of Richard's presence, tossed her bra onto the bed and searched for underwear in the wardrobe. Her large, firm breasts hung slightly, showing incredible elasticity, her nipples rosy and erect, her areolas large and red.
Richard watched Audrey bend over, rummaging through the drawer, her round, white hips swaying. Unfortunately, she was still wearing black lace panties, covering her plump, enticing vulva. He couldn't see clearly, his mind blank, his breathing rapid, fearing Audrey would notice. He quickly and quietly left the room, his heart pounding, the image of Audrey's large breasts lingering.
At dinner, Stella was absent again. Audrey's mother couldn't help but complain, "Peter, you need to talk to Stella. She's always out playing bridge, dressed up like she's going somewhere else. It's ridiculous."
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