«I’m really happy you agreed to et them. Since they just moved here, they don’t really know anyone yet, so they spend most of their ti shut indoors, and I feel bad for them, considering they seed so excited at first about spending so ti in New York. They’re really nice, kind people — I’m sure you’ll like them a lot!» Naomi explains as she climbs the stairs leading up to her apartnt.
Honestly, the idea of eting Naomi’s relatives who ca from far away doesn’t exactly thrill — if I agreed to et them, it’s only out of politeness and to avoid damaging my friendship with her again. But the mont I step through the front door... well, I have to admit that now I’m happy to et them, considering it’s her aunt and her cousin.
Naomi doesn’t waste any ti and imdiately takes care of the introductions.
The aunt’s na is Britney Everwyn — Naomi’s father’s sister. She’s thirty-five years old, and... damn it, she looks exactly like Naomi from the future! Seriously, I’m not kidding — she’s practically identical!
Sa punk-rock look — the only difference is that Britney’s hair is dyed blue instead of green like Naomi’s. Sa way of talking and gesturing, and physically she’s her spitting image too!
The cousin’s na is lania Narkhalis — what kind of last na is that? I’ve never heard it before. She’s twelve years old and... damn, she’s the exact opposite of her mother!
Long, straight brown hair tied into a long ponytail, with a cute pink streak falling in front of one eye, and an outfit straight out of a trendy city girl’s wardrobe — shorts, sneakers, a flat-brim cap, and a cropped T-shirt that leaves her navel exposed.
I guess this is the kind of outfit that’s fashionable among kids these days.
You can easily understand why my mood changed so abruptly — it only took a second of seeing them to go from being annoyed to being enthusiastic about eting Naomi’s relatives.
Don’t get wrong — obviously I’m happy mainly because I t Britney, a woman who, being the spitting image of Naomi, inevitably stirs the sa sexual attraction in — maybe even stronger, considering she’s twice her niece’s age. It’s only out of self-control and respect toward her that I’m fighting with all my strength against the beast thrashing between my legs to keep it in check.
And on top of that, she’s not just a MILF — she’s a single MILF!
Naomi told that lania’s real father abandoned them shortly after her birth, disappearing into thin air without leaving a trace. Since then, Britney has raised lania on her own, filling not only the role of mother, but also that of the family’s sole provider.
But now that she’s lost her job and been evicted from their apartnt in Philadelphia... Naomi’s family was more than happy to take them in until Britney finds a new job.
Sure, I said my enthusiasm is mostly due to eting Britney... but I’d be lying if I said lania leaves completely indifferent.
She’s only twelve, but her body looks much more mature than that of a girl her age — her chest is decidedly overdeveloped and juts out from beneath her low-cut T-shirt enough to reach the tip of her nose. Even her face doesn’t really reflect her age — if I didn’t know better, I’d give her at least three or four years more. God, just looking at her makes feel a chill around my wrists — if I’d run into her by chance and she’d told she was my age, I’d have fucked her without a second thought.
«So you’re the famous Jace Lance? I finally have the pleasure of eting you in person,» Britney says with genuine enthusiasm, shaking my hand. «You know, over the past few years Naomi has talked a lot about you, and she’s had only good things to say. I’m really happy my niece has such a good guy like you as her best friend — even though, from the way she’s talked about you, I imagine there’s sothing more than simple friendship underneath...»
«Co on, Auntie — stop embarrassing ! If you keep this up, I swear next ti I won’t confide in you about anything!» Naomi grumbles, her face bright red.
«You’re a beautiful girl and he’s a handso boy, and from what you’ve told you get along really well — I don’t see anything strange if sothing were to blossom. You agree too, Jace?» Britney says, winking at .
Ah, so she must be the classic nosy aunt who, at every family gathering, pesters Naomi with the usual invasive questions like "So, have you found yourself a boyfriend yet?" Well... who knows what Naomi must have told her about to give Britney the impression that I like her niece, but above all... yes, she just said I’m a handso guy. A very promising start.
«But actually Naomi and I aren’t just friends — she’s the girl I love most in the world,» I reply with a cheeky smile — a way to embarrass Naomi even more, even though I’ve never been this sincere in my life. Naomi really is the girl I love more than anyone else — Veronica doesn’t count; I’m talking about girls, not won.
«J-Jace, don’t start too, please — you’re already making regret introducing you to them!» Naomi stamrs, getting redder and more embarrassed by the second — if she could, she’d sink through the floor on the spot, while Britney and I burst into loud laughter, exchanging a knowing look.
There’s chemistry between the two of us — it only took a minute to realize it. After all, since she’s the exact physical and character copy of my beloved Naomi, it’s no surprise.
«Anyway, I’m happy to et you too,» lania adds in a bored tone, keeping slightly to the side.
I just reply with a distracted nod. And yet, sothing doesn’t go unnoticed by my eyes, even though they’re fairly fixed on the neckline of Britney’s chest peeking out from under her leather jacket — not particularly large, but firm and compact, the sa shape as Naomi’s.
It’s the faint little smile lania accompanied her brief, lazy introduction with. It’s... strange — very strange. It wasn’t a smile that conveyed happiness, nor anything malicious or mischievous. More than anything else, the only word I could use to describe it is... unsettling. But it was so quick that I might have just imagined it.
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