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His Friend’s Big Little Sister
Bruno got off the phone with his old college roommate from the United States. Back in the late 90’s, Bruno attended Dartmouth College and shared an apartment with Stan Braxton. They both studied international business and grew a great friendship during those years. After college, Bruno went back to his native Italy while Stan moved to New York and got into import/export shipping. Bruno took over his family’s wine business and became incredibly successful.
As it turned out, Stan called Bruno to see if was possible to have his little sister spend the summer at Bruno’s villa. She wanted to study abroad, and thought she could save some money by staying with Bruno instead of renting an expensive apartment in the city. Bruno remembered the diminutive sister with the braces when he spent one Christmas at the Braxton house. She always seemed nice enough, and if Bruno remembered, had a crush on the Italian man who stayed at the house.
He readily agreed to accept her, and told Stan that a car would be sent to collect her at the airport and drive her to his home while he would be at work. It was all set.
The day of her arrival, Bruno worked late at the office of his vineyard, but left a note at the door for her to make herself at home and eat what she wanted in the kitchen. He parked his sports car in front of the house and stepped inside. Calling out her name, he didn’t hear a response, so he searched his home. Inside her guest room, he noted her bags had been set at the foot of the bed, and some of her things had been put into the closet. She must be here somewhere, he thought.
He kept calling out her name, but in his spacious villa, she never once answered him. She must be out at the pool, he guessed, and made his way to the back of the house. Stepping onto the terrace, he saw her and it shocked him.
Lying on an air mattress sunning her creamy skin, Chloe Braxton took up a great deal of the deep end. To his estimation, Bruno figured Chloe’s height to be roughly twelve feet tall! He shook his head and traced his memory back to that Christmas in college. Meeting Chloe for the first time, she couldn’t have been more than four feet, eight inches tall. How did she grow to such enormous size?
Chloe’s eyes remained closed, and she looked so peaceful on her blue raft. Bruno looked at her, and his cock began to stir in his pants. She was not a little girl anymore. The little sister of his college roommate had now become a fully grown woman, complete with a generous chest, flat stomach, and legs that looked like they could wrap around his Italian body twice over. Her full lips seemed to invite him into the pool to be kissed.
“Chloe,” he asked in his thick Italian accent. “Is that you?”
Chloe’s eyes opened and she looked around. Seeing Bruno on his terrace looking down at her, she smiled. Her crush on him never faded after all these years. She smiled at him brightly and thanked him for letting her stay at his villa.
“Come on down and join me in the pool,” she purred. When she smiled, her perfect pearly-white teeth meant that the braces she once wore paid off in spades. The woman was flawless to her Italian host. The black bikini she wore was a striking contrast to her light skin, now growing red in the Mediterranean sun.
“You should put on some sun block, my dear,” Bruno suggested. “I’d hate for you to burn so soon after you arrived.” Chloe stretched her sleepy body awake and splashed pool water over her frame. She kept her hungry eyes on her sexy host.
“You should come down from the terrace and apply it to my body,” she said simply. With that, she now sat on the mattress with her legs dangling in the cool water while untying her bra straps. Bruno thought he might release into his pants right then and there. He walked down the stone steps and padded his way across the stone patio to the pool’s edge.
“How did you get so, well, big? I remember you as this little girl with braces and pig tails. What happened?” His eyes danced over her curvy features, centering on the black triangle of her bikini bottom.
Chloe giggled at his question and took her bra off, tossing it at his direction. “I didn’t like how little I was compared to all the girls in my class getting taller and well, fuller. I had my mom help me find the right growth steroids and well, viola! I’m now the glorious Amazon you see before you. I don’t regret a thing! I feel so empowered being this tall. I hope you like it too,” she said, giving him a flirtatious pout. Bruno stared at her heavy breasts hanging before him with those dusty rose nipples. He wanted to cum so badly it practically hurt his balls. “Strip down and join me in the pool. I haven’t seen you in so long.”
“But, I don’t have my swimsuit with me. I just got home from work,” he protested, trying to be a good boy around his sexy tall guest.
“Oh don’t be silly,” she protested. “I thought Italian men were comfortable with their nudity. Aren’t you guys supposed to be worldly and open-minded when it comes to women?” She did have a point, he thought. Her brother was nowhere near them, so he smiled and took his clothes off in front of her. Chloe giggled and clapped her hands enthusiastically at his little show.
Now fully nude, Bruno exposed his swinging cock before her, letting her see it rise to full erection. She smiled brightly and he jumped into the water, surfacing near her mattress. Up close now, he examined her thick thigh swaying around in the clear water. Its circumference was that of most of the tree trunks that grew on his property. He clung to it and felt her smooth skin in the water. His cock brushed lazily against her calf muscle. She didn’t object in the least.
He looked up at her, and she hugged him to her hip as she floated. Her body made him practically burst into sexual flames. Her sensual features continued to amaze him. He reached up and hefted her right breast in his palm. It had to weigh at least twenty pounds by his judgment.
“Oooh, I like that,” she cooed. Not waiting any longer, Chloe lifted Bruno out of the pool and set him on her mattress facing him. They straddled the blue plastic floatation device looking at each other. Chloe took the first true move and bent down to kiss Bruno. His mouth and chin became enveloped inside her mouth during their kiss.
Bruno could feel her penetrate his orifice with her strong searching tongue. It filled his mouth completely as she bathed his tongue with her saliva. Parting their kiss, Bruno gasped for air while Chloe laughed. She felt his strong body in her long fingers, tracing his lines until she stopped at the base of his cock. His dark Italian skin made her wet with desire, and her grasp on his organ made him even more stiff.
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