She backed away and pushed her chest out. “You like?” Her eyes dipped down to her new breasts, which were about three times the size of her old ones.
“I love,” I said and gave her a nod of approval.
“Touch them.” She bounced up and down, and her tits followed. “They feel so real.”
I glanced around and shrugged, figuring why not. I’d touched hundreds of breasts after doing tattoos as long as I had. A tit is a tit, and I had a pair of my own too that I’d touched more times than I could count anyway.
They were nice for fake breasts. More than nice, actually.
Whoever did them did a killer job. I never would’ve guessed her rack wasn’t real unless she’d told me. Bravo to the surgeon who’d pulled it off.
Samara and I could’ve been best friends if we lived closer. She was the type of girl I would’ve spent my time with and probably ended up under arrest with a time or two. She was a wild child and had absolutely no filter, but then again, none of the Caldos really did either.
I was in the process of fondling her when Mr. Caldo walked in and grabbed his chest. “Lord help me,” he muttered and stumbled back a few steps.
“Oh, you old perv,” Samara teased him and backed away from my hands.
Mr. Caldo slid next to Mama, clutching her around the waist until she swatted him with her slotted spoon. “Hands off,amor.”
“A man gets no love in this family,” he said to the ceiling and raised his hands in the air as if he were defeated. “All the women touch, but Lord help a man.”
“What are you complaining about,anciano?” Samara’s husband, Che, asked as he walked into the room and threw his arm around her shoulder.
Being with the Caldos was no different than being at home with my family. They teased each other mercilessly, but it was backed by so much love that no one seemed to care what anyone said.
“Izzy was feeling my breasts when he walked in. So he’s having a moment.”
“Poor guy,” Che said, but he brushed off the statement.
Okay.
Maybe they weren’t entirely like the Gallos.
My dad always kept his hands to himself, so this family was a wee bit different, but I was down with it. There was too much to love, and to each their own. It’s not like he was feeling up his own relative, though it seemed that people who married into the family weren’t always off-limits.
I didn’t recall ever touching any of my brothers’ wives’ tits before. We hugged, sure. But that was as far as touching went except for maybe a poke of cleavage every once in a while. Here, I’d full on fondled Samara just like I was one of the family.
I shrugged it off and took a bigger sip of wine because my stomach hadn’t stopped growling since the moment I walked in, and I was starving.
When driving through the Everglades, there wasn’t a place to stop for a meal unless you wanted Willy’s roadside shack that sold pieces of alligator which he’d kept stored in his cooler since the last hunting season. No fucking thank you. I didn’t care how many times someone told me it tasted like chicken, that was a bullshit lie. The only thing that tasted like chicken was actually chicken. Alligator was a bit more rubbery and left a funk in my mouth that lasted too long and didn’t wash away even with the strongest liquor.
“So, Izzy. How long are you two staying?” Che asked.
I was just about to answer when James sauntered into the room, rescuing me from the question. “Just a few days,” he told Che.
“Damn. I was hoping we could hang out like old times.” Che punched James’s shoulder, barely moving him. “You look like you need to unwind a little.”
“We might be free tomorrow,” James said and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, mimicking Che with Samara.
“Yeah.” I wanted to spend an evening with Samara and Che, my two most favorite people in his family, next to his parents, of course.
“We’ll make time for you, cousin.”
The doorbell rang again, and it sounded like a stampede was happening in the foyer as the house filled with cousins, aunts and uncles, and other assorted family members.
I heard my name being called like I was a rock star about to take the stage. A girl like me could get used to this kind of love. Not that I was an attention whore, but it was good to feel welcomed by his family just as much as mine welcomed him.
The Caldos would always be my family. No matter what, they were my peeps just as much as they were James’s.
