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Gator Tail Trailer Park No. 1
By Bo Dunne
Artwork by Moira Nelligar
Copyright @ 2018 – Bo Dunne
(previously published as “One Hot Knight”)
~~ All characters in this book are 18 or older. ~~
“Morning, big brother!” Delia yelled happily as she padded barefoot into the kitchen of the family’s single-wide trailer. She wore a snug yellow T-shirt that didn’t come down far enough to cover her green lace panties. She was tall with long legs and her braless 36D breasts jiggled with each step. The cheap flooring was cracked and worn under her feet like some ancient archaeological find.
She and Mom had little single rooms at one end of the trailer, while her brother Greg had moved back into his room at the other end after his honorable discharge from the Army following a combat tour in Afghanistan.
“Hey, kid.” Greg spoke over his bowl of cereal without looking up. He wore only gray shorts—underpants, she was pretty sure, but they were tough to see while he sat at the table—so the scars of his shrapnel wounds showed on his torso. He had handsome, chiseled facial features and short, dirty-blond hair. Right now he was slumped forward like a gargoyle.
Delia, at eighteen years old, was four years younger and had just graduated from high school. She gave him a big standing hug, with her full, soft breasts massaging his head and her shoulder-length blonde hair tickling his face like feathers. In her embrace, she felt the hard muscles of his arms and shoulders. He had only been home a week, and she knew his quiet mood, so unlike the outgoing brother she had always known, had something to do with his Army experience. She kept up her happy tone partly because she loved him so much and partly to bring him out of this shell that was so unlike him.
“Delia,” said Mom, entering the kitchen in only her blue satin robe that barely covered her butt and bush. She was pretty and busty like Delia, but much shorter, with the classic hourglass figure. “Why don’t you take our hero out for a swim today?”
Delia saw her mother’s large boobs hanging out of the robe, forcing the fabric to each side as though they were escaping. Mom had tied the little belt at her waist, but the robe itself wasn’t closed all the way, so it also left Mom’s bush exposed. That was no real surprise in this family.
“What do you think, big brother?” Delia gave him another hug and a big kiss on the cheek. She ached to ease whatever was bothering him. Like Mom, she had worried about him every day during his time overseas, but having him home and not acting like himself hurt her more in some ways. Now his suffering was right in front of her, immediate and specific even though it was still a mystery to her.
Given the heat and humidity of summer in northern Florida, Mom had raised them here in the GatorTail Trailer Park without worrying about nudity. The little window air conditioner in the living room couldn’t keep up with the heat; it rumbled away like a giant blender but never quite finished the job in summertime.
As Delia grew up, sometimes they had all rushed around nude or partly dressed in the mornings to prepare for the day, and then happily stripped down to near nude after returning home in the evenings. Mom had taken them out skinny-dipping as kids and teens, not to mention the times they had sneaked out to a friend’s pool when the adults were gone and they skinny-dipped in secret. She had seen her big brother’s cock and balls, along with those of other boys, any number of times while growing up.
Of course the boys had taken notice of her body, too, but they were neighborhood friends. They were no more worrisome to her than her own curiosity about them.
Their father, a county road worker, had died a hero when she was a baby, while he was pushing a pedestrian out of the way of a speeding car, so she had never known him. She knew that in some ways, she had shifted her girlish love for a father to her big brother—and he had never let her down.
“A swim! At the beach or at Big Shoals?” Delia asked Greg. “This time of year, what could be better?”