You sat on the edge of your girlfriend's dresser, feeling supremely smug, and quite happy too.
To your surprise and delight, Lauren had actually agreed with you and decided that it wasn't safe to bring you along to the music fest.
Now, you were in Mari's bedroom, your girlfriend having been more than happy to receive you at her house for a week and a half. Rio was on board too, the elder Fuertes clearly having noticed the lengthy gaps in time recently between you spending time with Mari like a normal boyfriend.
After a moment, Mari came rushing back into the room. She'd been using the bathroom, and had promised you a steamy make-out session to catch up on lost time after she returned, but your aroused state faltered when you noticed the panicked look on her face.
Your gorgeous girlfriend winced, peering down at you. "Oh, god, Matt I feel like such an idiot! Mom and I agreed to take care of you for the next week and a half, but I totally forgot what just happened last night!"
You frowned. She sounded really serious. "Wh-What happened, Mari? You can tell me."
She bit her lip. "Mom got a call from her sister, my aunt. My avó...er, grandma is really sick. Mom's mom, if you didn't get that. She's, like, really in a bad state. Doctor's say that she should pull through, but it's killing my aunt's anxiety."
"I'm so sorry to hear that." You said solemnly. Even if Mari's grandma was predicted to pull through, you had more than enough life experience dealing with sickness hitting loved ones when you least expected it.
Mari nodded slowly. "Thanks, but that's not the important part that I forgot. Mom really wants to go and stay with her sister for about two weeks, and she's already booked plane tickets for a flight three hours from now! We can't possibly watch you, Matt!" Mari sighed in frustration. "I'm such an idiot for forgetting when I agreed to this, because now I'm letting you down too! I guess I could call a Tiny Sitter for you? Wasn't your old friend Rika in town?"
You leapt to your feet in a panic. "I-I can go with you, Mari!"
Your girlfriend looked unconvinced. "I don't know, Matt. That's sweet, but I couldn't ask you to put yourself out like that on such short notice. I mean, something short term is nothing for you, babe, but this is two weeks of hanging around at my aunt's place. You don't even speak any Portuguese, do you?"
You struck a pose. "Oh, don't I? Você gosta do meu sanduíche de tomate e alface?"
Mari's nose crinkled up as she stifled a laugh. "Uh...what do you think you just said?"
"Something about sandwiches?" You replied, with an embarrassed chuckle. "I overheard it from a cooking video Rio was watching."
Mari rolled her eyes. "You're a dork. A hugely sexy dork, and you're my little dork, but a dork all the same!" She winked at you, and then sighed. "Seriously, though, I can't ask you to go with me."
"Well, as long as you're not saying that I can't go, I want to. I do, really."
"But Matt...this is Aunt Sofia. Which means that...my cousin will be there. Do you still remember Serafina?"
You paused, the memories flashing through your head. That whiny voice, that grating laugh, that fake smile, that greedy sparkle in those deep blue eyes. Oh yeah, you remembered Serafina.
"I don't think I could forget, Mari. And not in a good way."
"Then you know why I don't want you to come!" Mari insisted. "Yeah, I haven't seen her in two years, but she's probably still as much a brat as she's always been! Maybe even worse! You know how she'll treat you!"
You reached out and touched Mari's thumb affectionately. "Listen, babe, I love you more than words can say. You're going through a time that isn't super easy. Sickness in the family never is. I want to be there for you, Mari. Truly. So I'm trusting you to do everything you can to keep me safe. In return, I'll do everything I can to keep you sane!" You grinned. "Sound like a deal?"
Mari blew out a long breath, and then gave you such a loving smile your heart almost stopped. "Deal, Matt. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to win the heart of a perfect little man like you."
"By being funny, charming, confident, and kind. Not to mention beautiful." You smiled at her, and then playfully dragged your gaze a bit lower, to where a substantial amount of the girl's smooth bronzed flesh was emerging from her low-cut tanktop. "I can think of a few other reasons too."
Mari leaned down and kissed your head, then smirked. "That so, hot stuff? Well, mom only bought two plane tickets, so I hope my 'reasons' stay as comfy and irresistible after the flight to Brazil!"
You gulped, in an equal mix of anticipation and trepidation. "I hope so too."
With that, Mari swept you up in her arms, kissed you some more, and then gently tucked you into her cleavage as she went about packing her suitcase for the next two weeks. Once finished, she raced downstairs to join her mom, got official approval from Rio for you joining them (Rio actually seemed somewhat impressed at your resolve to keep her daughter company during this time), and then the three of you were off to the airport.
It was a shame, though, that Mari completely overlooked your own tiny suitcase at her feet back in her bedroom, the one that had been packed for your planned stay at her house. She hadn't thought to grab a single thing for you for the next two weeks.
*****
All things considered, the flight to Brazil wasn't as horrible as it could have been. Yes, it didn't even take Mari until the flight starting for you to slip her mind, though she did recall you a few times during the flight (and even fed you some snacks at one point. You weren't able to watch too many movies, as your girlfriend's toned, sweat-slicked tits keep causing you to slide back into their crushing embrace, and by the time Mari and Rio disembarked at Deputado Luís Eduardo Magalhães International Airport, you were deep in her cleavage, and currently out of her mind.
Rio seemed set to reminder her daughter, when both women caught sight of an enthusiastically waving woman just outside of customs. Mari and Rio smiled and raced over to hug her.
That woman was Sofia Fuertes, Rio's younger sister and Mari's aunt.
Sofia, thirty-six-years-old, had all the telltale signs of a Fuertes woman. Dark chocolate hair messily pulled back into a ponytail, deep blue eyes like the serene depths of the ocean, and bronze tanned skin. She also had distractingly exceptional curves (as per all Fuertes women), enhanced in curvaceousness and jiggliness by a sedentary lifestyle. Her floral-patterned blouse seemed ill-equipped to hold back her massive breasts, and her wide hips and tremendous booty were similarly straining her jean shorts.
Sofia eagerly hugged her sister and niece (the colliding of Mari and Sofia's colossal breasts crushing you so thoroughly in a mashing midst of breast flesh that you almost passed out), and then the woman let out a shuddering sigh.
"How is mom, Sofia?" Rio asked, the dictionary definition of professionalism. She'd easily slipped back into full Portuguese, having no need for English when everyone in the Fuertes family naturally spoke it. Sofia's English was faulty at best anyway.
"She's...fine. Better than fine, but still far from having recovered. It'll be a long road, and she's so sick that it hurts to look at her." Sofia pouted. "And they're only allowing a single visitor a day, for one hour only! That's not fair."
"Then you deserve to rest. Let me take over the duty of keeping tabs on her." Rio offered, though it was more of a command coming from her. "Mari, too, is here to have fun with you, take your mind of things. Hopefully not at the expense of her boyfriend." Rio raised an eyebrow in Mari's direction, catching sight of your one pitifully stretched out hand grasping for freedom from the depths of your bae's tits.
Mari stared back blankly, then peered at her own impressive chest, and gasped. "Oh, damn, Matt!" She exclaimed, speaking in Portuguese too. Though she didn't spend time in her home country much anymore, she'd never have trouble slipping back into her old self, the 'Mari' she'd been before coming to America in sixth grade. She hastily gripped your hand and pulled your flattened, sweaty self free. She gave you an apology kiss, and then held you out in her palm.
Sofia brightened. "Ah, the little boyfriend! It's been awhile since I've seen him. He is still just as cute as ever, isn't he?" Sofia winked at Mari, and your girlfriend blushed in embarrassment. "Serafina has missed all three of you as well."
"All three of us, huh?" Mari frowned, cupping her hands protectively around you.
Rio crossed her arms. "And where is Serafina? Waiting with the car?"
"Oh, no. She elected not to come. She didn't want to strain herself lugging suitcases, and didn't want to miss her favorite show." Sofia explained with a small, like it was the simplest thing in the world.
Mari watched as her mother's eyes narrowed, and she suppressed an exhausted sigh. Five minutes in, and already old tensions were flaring back up. Rio and Sofia had once been thick as thieves, but when Sofia was fifteen, that all changed dramatically.
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