Ethan stepped into the room, his eyes immediately locking onto the unfamiliar faces. For a moment, he just stood there in confusion. Tobi and Lisa were sitting on the couch, but it was the other two people that caught his attention. A middle-aged man—Alven, judging by the name his dad had mentioned—and a stunning woman with long silver hair.
She wore a wine-red dress that clung to her bare skin like it was painted on—tight enough to expose every curve of her body beneath the fabric, especially the fat, juicy cunt pressing through the dress—like it was crying out to be ripped open. The deep neckline offered a teasing glimpse of her generous cleavage. Her long legs crossed elegantly, and a soft smile played on her glossy lips. Every inch of her radiated elegance, but the way her eyes slowly sized up Ethan made it difficult to ignore the subtle heat beneath the surface.
Before he could process everything, Mr. Willow's voice broke through the tension. "Ethan! There you are!"
Hearing Mr. Willow's voice, Ethan blinked and snapped out of his daze.
"Ah… Dad?" He muttered, still trying to make sense of the scene in front of him.
That's when the silver-haired woman stood up from the couch. Each bounce of her heavy breasts made Ethan's eye twitch, the wine-red dress rippling like it could barely contain their weight—like it was begging to tear, just to let those fat knockers breathe.
Aww, dear! You're Ethan, right?" She said with a warm laugh on her face, her voice laced with surprise and curiosity.
She didn't wait—just pulled him into her arms without hesitation.
Ethan froze instantly, barely able to breathe. Her arms were so soft… but those—
.....
"Oy oy oy oy oy… Hold up—these knockers are gonna crush me!!" Ethan screamed inside of his mind, his cheeks heating as his face squished between those fluffy mounds of meat.
From the opposite side of the room, Tobi's eye twitched the moment he caught the look on Ethan's face.
"This guy…" he muttered under his breath, jaw clenched tight. As much as he hated it, he knew exactly what that hug felt like. And he wasn't happy about it.
As Brianna pulled him into her arms, a heady mix of sweat and the faintest hint of cologne hit her nose—raw and addictive. Her delicate fingers brushed along his torso, gliding over the tight black fabric of his half-sleeve T-shirt. But even through the cloth, she could feel it—those rock-hard abs, each ridge pressing back like they were sculpted just for her touch. Her palm traced the thick, veiny lines of his forearm, her breath catching as the heat from his skin radiated into her own.
"Fu~ Fu~…"
A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
"Oh my…" she whispered to herself. "He feels like a damn statue…"
Brianna finally let go, though her fingers didn't leave his hand. "We've been waiting for you, Ethan!" she said, pulling him toward the couch with a cheerful grin.
Ethan was still a bit flushed, trying to act normal. His brain was catching up, but he figured it out fast—these two were Lisa's parents. And guests, at that. He had no idea how or why they were here, but one thing was clear:
He couldn't screw things up.
"Hey, boy! Come here!" Alven called out with a loud laugh. "You've grown up so big—man! Can't believe it… He looks just like him."
Nobody reacted. Not even Ethan. Just a random comment, right?
But Mr. Willow's face darkened, though no one seemed to notice the shift. His mouth froze mid-smile as he turned toward Alven, eyes narrowing ever so slightly.
Mr. Willow looked up at Ethan, playing it cool. "I called you a few times this afternoon, Ethan. Your phone was off. Where were you?"
That hit like a slap.
Ethan blinked. "Oh… fuck."
His mind flashed back. Janice's mouth. That sloppy mess. He hadn't even changed clothes—still smelled like spit and cum.
His throat went dry. Shitshitshit…
Alven waved him over with a wide grin. "Boy, come sit. We were waiting."
But Ethan froze for a second. Something in his gut twisted—this wasn't right. He didn't want to screw things up, not now, but walking over and sitting next to them? While reeking of dried spit and cum? No way in hell. Not like this.
Ethan gently pulled his hand from Brianna's, his fingers brushing against hers for a brief second before he freed himself. He forced a tight smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I think I'll go clean up first," he said, his voice a little strained.
That smile was so obviously fake, even a kid could tell he was trying to hide some shit.
Brianna didn't stop him—she caught the look in his eyes and tilted her head, a little confused. He looked like he was struggling with something, so she let him go. It wasn't unusual for boys his age to get overwhelmed, she figured. She just giggled softly, and as she straightened up, her breasts gave a little bounce from the motion. Ethan took a small step back.
Mr. Willow caught the flicker of unease in Ethan's eyes. He'd always prided himself on being the kind of dad who could read his kid without a word. And right now? Ethan looked like he was barely holding it together. With a quiet sigh, he leaned back slightly and said, "Yeah, you should, probably. Go and clean up."
He gave a small nod, adding with a soft chuckle, "You must be tired."
Hearing Mr. Willow, Ethan didn't stand there any longer. He just gave Mrs. Brianna and Mr. Alven a light nod and headed out. But as he was walking out of the living room, he turned around—
And unfortunately, his eyes landed on Lisa's.
She was still sitting back on the couch… quietly staring at him.
Ethan didn't bother to look any farther—he just turned back and left. Lisa narrowed her eyebrows. She hadn't expected Ethan to turn his gaze away so quickly. As she kept watching his back, Tobi was watching her face… She was smiling.
It was faint—barely noticeable—but it was enough to catch her brother's eye.
Lisa had never been interested in any guys. Even back at their previous college, she didn't give a damn about anyone.
But now, seeing her show even the slightest interest in this guy, Tobi's fist clenched.
How could his proud sister be drawn to a guy like him?
Lisa murmured to herself, "Did he just run off?" without noticing Tobi's gaze on her.
Mr. Willow glanced at them, a warm smile playing on his lips. "He must have been at his friend's house," he said, putting down his teacup on the table.
Mrs. Brianna giggled and sat beside Mr. Alven. "He's so cute, isn't he?" she said while looking toward her husband.
Alven was shocked by her words and muttered to himself, "How on earth does she find that face cute? I'm about to have a stroke from seeing my worst nightmare walking in front of me, and she thinks it's cute?"
He looked toward Mr. Willow, whose eyes had already darkened.
They shared a brief look of silent questioning before both of them rolled their eyes at each other.
No one else noticed a thing. Whatever the hell was going on between them was beyond anyone's comprehension.