Shiann could only be described as a burnout. 18 years old, no drivers license, couldn’t hold down a job, pothead. She couldn’t hold down one of the trashy boys she met on Tinder for longer than a month.

When she graduated high school, she was living in Washington with her father. Several fights with her dad’s girlfriend later, and she was essentially homeless. She begged her dad for money for a plane ride back to Minnesota and, like always, she got her wish. Sadly, there was no room for her back home. Her mom and her step dad had just moved to a small apartment and couldn’t take in another kid. Granted, the second bedroom was unoccupied at the house, so maybe there was more wouldn’t than couldn’t. So she did what she had always done best. Played the guilt trip and begged her sister, my fiancée, Emili, for a place to stay.

Emili hadn’t wanted to let her stay, but it was with us or on the street. I had put in my own two cents that we should let her stay with us. She could pay us rent (discounted of course) to help on our bills and save up for a car and her own place.

Six months later, she had had two jobs with two walkouts (or firings, I couldn’t pin down the real story) and two months of being unemployed. Between tax returns and stimulus checks and the grace of God (read: Emili and I paying for her groceries when she couldn’t) she hadn’t missed a rent payment. This meant I couldn’t kick her out as I so desperately wanted.

It was a lazy Sunday. I was in bed with Emili, gradually kissing down her neckline to a steamy combination of moans and giggles. She raised her foot and trailed her toes up my thigh. She knew about my foot fetish, but didn’t act on it much. When she did, it drove me wild. I nibbled softly on her neck and pushed my hand up her shirt. My forearm had raised her shirt up enough that her wonderful large breasts stole a glimpse of the sunrise creeping into the room. My lips flocked to her nipples and a groan escaped her lips. My hand went down to her waiting, wet clit and rubbed it above her panties.

Emili and I were both considered plus size. I had a bit of a belly and not much else. She had wide hips and huge tits, the fact that the rest of her body had to grow to match took nothing away from her sex appeal. To me, it was a match made in heaven. Her double D breasts were perfect, her ass was the muse of my fantasies, and her face was beyond gorgeous.