I looked at her, at the way the grey shirt hung loosely yet clung to her full breasts, at her thick thighs and the black panties barely covering her, and I couldn’t think about eating anything else.
My mind was filled with far more sinful thoughts. The image of both my older cousins in my clothes, looking this tempting after the shower, made my cock twitch again in my shorts.
Julie noticed my gaze and gave a knowing little smile, but she didn’t say anything.
As we were still deciding what to order, a gentle knock ca on my door.
Knock.
"Let get that," I said, walking over to open it.
It was Tiffany.
"Hey, Alex," she said, a little nervous as she glanced past into the apartnt.
"Hey, Tiff," I replied.
"Have you guys eaten dinner yet?" she asked, her eyes flicking between and the two won behind .
"Actually, we were just deciding what to order," Julie said, coming closer to the door with a friendly smile.
Tiffany’s gaze imdiately landed on Julie. She was dressed in nothing but one of my grey shirts, fully open except for that single struggling button in the middle, and just her black panties.
The shirt barely covered the top of her ass, and her thick thighs and glowing skin were impossible to miss.
Tiffany also noticed how damp our hair still was and the fresh, post-shower flush on all of us. A flicker of jealousy flashed in her eyes.
Both Tiffany’s and Julie’s bodies were thick as hell, voluptuous, curvy, and impossible to ignore.
"Oh, would you all like to join us for dinner?" Tiffany asked, trying to sound casual.
"We don’t want to bother you, Mrs. Tiffany," Julie replied politely.
"Oh, it won’t be a problem. Please join us," Tiffany insisted, her smile warm but her eyes still carrying that subtle edge.
"Yeah, why not, sis? Anyway, I’m not finding anything good online," Lucy said, coming to the door while still holding her phone.
"Well, then why not?" Julie agreed with a shrug.
"Oh, and would you mind... my husband is at ho," Tiffany added, gesturing subtly toward Julie’s panties with a polite but pointed look.
"My bad, Alex. Lend your shorts," Julie said quickly, pulling slightly away from the door. "We’ll be right there."
Tiffany watched how openly Julie touched and how casually she asked for my clothes. The jealousy in her eyes grew a little stronger, though she kept her expression pleasant.
I quickly grabbed a pair of my loose shorts from the closet and handed them to Julie. She slipped them on right there in the living room, the fabric stretching over her thick thighs and ass.
A few minutes later, all three of us were decent enough. Tiffany waited patiently at the door, her white maxi dress hugging her own sinful curves, while my two cousins stood beside looking surprisingly good in my clothes.
"Ready?" Tiffany asked, her smile returning as she glanced at all of us.
We all walked over to Tiffany’s apartnt. She welcod us inside with a warm, polite smile, though I could see the subtle tension in her eyes as she glanced at my two cousins.
We followed her through the living room and into the dining area, which opened directly into the kitchen. The space was cozy and well-lit, with a large dining table already set for dinner.
Brittany ca running from her room the mont she heard people entering. "Hey, Alex!" she said brightly, her eyes lighting up when she saw .
"Hey," I replied with a small smile.
Julie elbowed lightly in the side and giggled under her breath when she noticed how familiar Brittany was with . "Popular with the next-door girl too, huh?" she whispered teasingly.
Tiffany’s husband, David, was sitting at the dining table, scrolling through his phone. When he saw us co in, he stood up, offering a friendly yet slightly awkward smile.
He rembered the previous night, finding Autumn at my apartnt and the brief conversation we had.
"Hey, nice to have you all for dinner," he said, gesturing toward the chairs. "Please, sit down."
We all took our seats around the table, , Julie, Lucy, Brittany, and David. Tiffany stayed standing at the kitchen counter, busy arranging plates and serving dishes, her white maxi dress hugging her thick curves as she moved.
The atmosphere was polite on the surface, but layered with undercurrents. Julie and Lucy sat on either side of , looking relaxed and confident in the borrowed clothes.
Brittany kept stealing glances at across the table, while David tried to play the gracious host, though his eyes occasionally flicked toward his wife with a hint of confusion.
Tiffany brought over a large bowl of pasta and so side dishes, placing them in the center of the table. "Help yourselves," she said with a warm smile, though her eyes carried a subtle edge when they flicked toward my cousins.
Then she ca straight to , holding a glass of cold milk. She leaned down close, much closer than necessary, giving a perfect, deliberate view of her deep cleavage.
The tight white maxi dress hugged her heavy breasts, the fabric stretching across them and creating a generous valley that she made sure I noticed. She knew exactly what she was doing. After seeing Julie’s voluptuous figure in my clothes, Tiffany was making a point, reminding of what her own body had that Julie didn’t.
She was showing off her deep cleavage on purpose, not caring that her husband was sitting right there at the table.
"Alex, would you like so milk?" she asked sweetly, her voice soft and intimate.
"Thanks, Tiffany," I said, taking the glass from her. Our fingers brushed together for a second longer than needed, the small touch sending a spark through both of us.
"You need milk for your energy, Alex," she added, patting on the shoulder casually, except her touch was anything but casual. Her hand lingered, giving a gentle squeeze that felt more like a possessive claim than a friendly gesture.
David looked up from his phone and gave Tiffany a confused frown, clearly wondering why his wife was giving such special attention while ignoring everyone else at the table.
"So, Alex, where is Autumn staying tonight?" David asked , trying to get so information out so my cousins could hear it.
"Who’s Autumn?" Julie asked, imdiately taking a bite of pasta from her plate.
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