Their Spoiled Girl

Peeking

"Oh... okay," the woman smiles softly at her. "I'll go get you a cup of warm milk, okay?"

Bella nods slowly, her eyes glued on the woman's massive breasts. They seem to bounce slightly with every movement she makes. She watches as the woman stands up straight and grabs a glass, fills it with milk, and then puts it in the microwave.

She then looks away briefly to pour it into a smaller cup for Bella.

Bella's eyes remained fixed on the woman's breasts as she leans to offer her the cup. She happily takes it. The warm liquid feels comforting as it slides down her parched throat.

She looks up at the woman, who smiles at her gently. Bella feels herself beginning to relax a little.

"Can you tell me your name, sweetie?" The woman asks softly. She moves closer, her scent of wood and flowers filling Bella's nostrils.

Bella swallows and clears her throat, still taking to the woman's large chest. "B-Bella."

The woman's laugh is warm and kind, like honey dripping onto her skin. She notices the girl's eyes on her breasts but doesn't think much of it.

"That's such a pretty name. I'm Nara." She places a hand on Bella's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Now, what about your mom or dad? Do you know where they might be, honey?"

Bella shakes her head, eyes darting around the room nervously. "I dunno..." Tears well up in her eyes as she remembers why she ran away from her daddy's home.

He said he loved her. That she was the only one. But he lied.

"Oh, sweetie, don't cry," Nara says, pulling Bella into a hug. The woman's breasts cradle her head comfortingly, muffling the sobs that escape her lips. Bella buries her face in the woman's soft breasts, inhaling deeply.

"C-can I stay here?" Bella mumbles.

"What was that, sweetie?"

"Can I stay here?" Bella voices louder.

The woman turns to look at her husband, who looks at her in disapproval.

"You can spend the night, honey. I'll go ahead and set up the guest room for you, okay?"

"No," Bella pouts. "I want to stay with you."

Nara gasps, perplexed by the girl's strange request.

"No, sweetie. I don't think I should-"

"Pleaseeee, pleaseee, pretty pleaseee," Bella begs with wide eyes.

Nara looks at Dan for approval, and he sighs, rubbing a hand over his face.

"This is fucked up," he sighs. "But fuck it, guess I'm not sleeping tonight." He narrows his gaze at Bella suspiciously, though all the girl does is beam with excitement.

Nara goes to get her a change of dry clothes and is surprised by the girl's clinginess. She follows Nara up the stairs and into her room.

When Nara hands her the clothes, Bella smiles wide, extending her arms to the sides so Nara could dress her.

The older woman arches her brows, surprised yet again by the younger woman's request.

Giving in due to the innocent look on Bella's face, Nara begins to unbutton the girl's cream-colored top.

With each button undone and then pushed through the loop of the next one, their breaths become shallow, and when Nara finally slides the damp fabric off Bella's shoulders, goosebumps form on the girl's skin in response to the sudden chill.