Sherry
What happened for the next few hours went by like a dream.
One hour, I was an unloved orphan, worked to the bone by an old lady that never cared about me in the slightest. But the next, I was walking home with Hugo's family.
Yes, home. My new home.
"From today onwards, you will be part of our family, alright?" She told me with a warm smile when we arrived at her home. "Now let's get you cleaned up first. Dear, would you be so kind as to fill up the bath?" She told her husband.
"A-ah right…" He quickly left. Hmm, could it be that she wore the pants in their relationship? Even though he looked to be such a strong warrior…
As I waited, Marina (that was her name, right?) came over to me and gave me a hug, saying how glad that I had joined their family and how happy she was that she could be my big sister. My immediate instinct was to push her away, as I certainly was never used to such an expression of affection, especially with a complete stranger that I barely knew. I could only be comfortable with a hug from Nicole, and no one else. So comfortable in fact that I let her hug me all night as we slept together.
However, as I sank into her embrace, my anxiety of being so close to her vanished completely.
So warm… and she smells good as well…
Even though she shouldn't be that much older from her, I couldn't help but notice how she already had somewhat of a mature, motherly body, especially compared to me. Her budding breasts were pushed into my face, as if she intentionally wanted me to be smothered by her chest.
When she let me go, I was as red as a tomato, something that did not escape her notice as she gave a little giggle towards me. With a wink, she then added that if I needed any advice on how to get along well with Hugo, I just needed to ask her.
At that time, I didn’t quite understand what she was hinting at. Or else I would surely have blushed furiously from her statement.
Once the father returned, the mother took me straight to the bathroom and undressed me right on the spot. She then put me inside the bath before undressing and entering herself. The bath was small, but it was enough for two people to sit across each other with relative comfort.
But then, instead of allowing me to sit across her, she instead forced me to sit with her!
“Oh, don’t be shy! We’re family now after all!”
I could do nothing as she put me right in front of her, almost to the point of me actually sitting on her lap. I couldn’t help but blush as I felt her ample breasts pressing into the back of my head.
“So, is this your first time having a bath together like this?" She started pouring water gently on my head.
"N-no… we all used to have our baths together back at the orphanage." I explained to her that once a month, we would visit a bathhouse for our bath. We didn't have much money, so we could only afford the trip twelve times a year. Naturally, this made it a waited occasion for us all, especially when you felt all smelly and dirty for not bathing for an entire month. Well, the boys might not care but us girls certainly did.
There, we all were forced to share a pretty cramped bath. It was the cheapest bathhouse in town after all. The water wasn't even warm, let alone perfumed like the bathhouses nobles liked to use, like Nicole told me.
Speaking of Nicole, she was there as well, and she would always help me brush my hair as I took my bath. She always said how jealous she was of my long and straight hair, as hers were curly, and took a great deal of care—compared to mine, at the very least—to be kept prim and proper. She usually wore her hair in two thick braids. I thought it was very cute on her, but she always returned that my long raven hair was cuter. She even joked that once I was older, I would have so many suitors that I wouldn't know what to do with them.
I doubted that. No one would want a bad tempered demonically strong girl like me. But I knew Nicole said that to comfort me, so I was glad to receive her compliments nonetheless.
"I see." She smiled back. "Well, it certainly could be fun, taking baths together like that. Perhaps not if you're a shy person though. Like me."
"You are?" I looked up to her face in surprise. "But you are so brave, standing up to Mrs. Tennyson like that!"
"Well…" Her smile turned mischievous. "I suppose you could say I'm less shy now. Alan is probably rubbing off on me."
"Alan?"
"Your new father, silly!" She giggled, messing up my hair a little.
"S-sorry, I-I didn't know his name yet." I looked down. I felt ashamed, not knowing the name of my benefactor.
"Oh, don't feel bad!" Kyaah! She suddenly hugged me from behind. "You'll get all the time you need to know him later! And me as well! Let's be good friends, shall we?"
As her big breasts pushed down heavily on my head, I couldn't help but remember my bathing time in the orphanage again. There, the older girls would flaunt their developed bodies to the younger girls. I couldn't help but be annoyed by them, perhaps out of jealousy of my own underdeveloped figure. I knew it's ridiculous for a child like me to think about that kind of stuff, but I always wanted to grow up quickly and become an adult. Even now.
"Don't fret, Sherry." Nicole sweetly said to me. "You'll grow up as beautiful as they are. I just know it."
To me though, Nicole would be the type to turn into a big-boobed woman once she grew up. Me? I'll remain thin and bony and awkward-looking for the rest of my life.
Suddenly, I felt myself being lifted upwards. She turned me around, making me now face to face with her and her big chest, which I couldn’t help but take a good, long stare at.
“Hmm? You like my breasts, don’t you?”
“A-ah, n-no! I-I didn’t mean to—”
“Shh, it’s alright. You’re my daughter now, after all.”
And then, she buried me in her cleavage.
“Ummmmm1 Hmmmmmmmhhh!”
I struggled to escape, but for some reason, my superhuman strength seemed to have disappeared. I was now like an ordinary little girl, struggling to escape her mother’s escape just because she thought she was already too old for it. In retrospect, I was happy for that, or else I could have actually hurt her. I would never forgive myself if I had.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally loosened her grip, though she still was holding me up with her hand. “Warm, isn’t it? The embrace of a mother? I thought you could use one, after all you’ve been through…”
Drip drip
My tears… they were dripping out again.
"Oh dear…" She gently wiped them off my eyes with her finger. "That's no good. You are prettier if you smile, you know. Here. Have another one."
This time, I did not struggle in the slightest.
I had found what I always wanted at last.
Family.
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Renee
When I released her for the second time, I finally saw it. Her smile.
I smiled back, patting her on the head. As a mother, there's nothing that made me happier, seeing my children smile.
Yes, she is one of my children now. I have decided so.
Well, perhaps my daughter-in-law would be more correct, if she really is going to marry my Hugo in the future, teehee.
Hmm?
I took notice that she was once again staring at my breasts.
Ah, I remember this. Marina used to do the same, stealing glances at them when we still took our baths together. She never really wanted to interact with them though. Too shy, I believed, seeing how she would blush when she saw them out of the water. That silly girl really could be too serious for her own good.
And Hugo, oh that boy. He was all over them when he was younger. He would squeeze them and play with them so ravenously as if he was his father! And even now, I still notice him stealing glances at my chest when he thinks he can get away with it.
And if I would have another child, which I certainly hoped I would, they would surely be attracted to my breasts as well.
"Dear, do you really like my breasts that much? You're staring again you know." Forgive me, Sherry, but I just couldn't resist teasing you a little.
"I-I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to, I-I swear!”
There she blushed again. Hmm, I guess she’s more like Marina than Hugo then.
“Here. Why don’t you have a little touch?”
I brought her hands to my two mounds, putting them firmly on the soft and bouncy fat.
Munyuuu~
Her redness immediately increased two-fold as a result.
Oh she is just so unbelievably cute! I just want to squeeze her cheeks before gobbling her up!
"Soft, aren't they?" My smirk only got wider. "You can fondle them all you want, dear. Like I've said, I am now your mother after all. And little kids can fondle their mother's breasts all they want."
"I-I'm not at that age anymore! I'm already eight years old!" She protested, not realizing that she was only making herself look even cuter!
"Ah, so that's how old you are." I answered calmly. "Well, you never have the experience of playing or drinking milk off a mother's bosom, right? I can't give you the latter, but I certainly can give you the former."
"Or perhaps you'd prefer to do it later, when we sleep together for the night? Oh, don't worry about Alan. He can manage not being with me for a night."
She paused for a short moment, before quickly agreeing with my proposition.
She's definitely embarrassed. She probably thought it would be less embarrassing if my breasts were covered.
Well, too bad. My nightgown is quite skimpy and revealing after all. She would just have to bear with a sheer silk that wouldn't hide my breasts in the slightest.
...I really am having too much fun with her, aren't I? Maybe I should step it down a little. Too much affection isn't good for the child after all.
...Oh, it's fine. Give me a few days and then I'll tone it down.
But for now, little cute Sherry is my new sweet daughter!
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