chapter 2 ashley's arrival

Marcie opened the door to an equally tall but much slimmer and blonder version of her mistress. Like her sister, Ashley had inherited the shape and beauty of her mother, but where Jennifer also had her mother's lustrous brunette locks, Ashley's mane was thick and brightly golden.

Also in common with her more sizeable sibling, Ashley had inherited their mother's insatiable sweet tooth. She had just completed her first year at university, and - though it was of course nothing compared to the decedant lifestyle of Jennifer - the months of heavy campus meals, junk food, late night pizzas and constant partying had conspired to add a slight layer of padding to the blonde bombshell's knockout curves, which had previously remained impossibly slim despite receiving almost no exercise whatsoever. Marcie the maid couldn't help but notice the slightly wobblier swish of the young lady's tush as she breezed into the house in search of her sister. Fat bottoms must run in the family, she thought.

"Mary!" Came her mistress's shrill cry. "Where are those cakes?! Hurry up!"

"Coming Miss Jennifer, coming!" Marcie hurried off to the kitchens.

"Ooh" cooed Ashley with eager eyes, as she reached forward to select a delicacy from three-tier silver cake stand set in front of her. After so many cheap meals and snacks, the college hotty had been aching for the haute-cuisine that came with a visit to her big sis.

Jennifer watched her sister closely. Though completely oblivious to her own weight gain, the overblown brunette was nonetheless acutely aware of it in others. And as Ashley reached forward to grasp a lemon slice, Jennifer noticed that her slim sister had found a few extra pounds at college. The lean forward had caused a dainty pot belly to peak out curiously from beneath Ashley's pink tank top, as if eager to see what tasty morsel it was about to receive. Her sister's bosoms, always a size bigger than her own had been at the same age, looked slightly cramped in the confines of her skimpy top, and even her tanned shoulders and arms seemed a tad softer than on her last visit.

"Dreaming about what you onfce had?" said Ashley sarcastically, through a mouthful of cake.

Jennifer looked up in confusion, before realising that her sister was referring to the Barvarian caramel shortbread she'd just impudently swiped from Jennifer's plate while she'd been sizing Ashley up. With a huff of mild annoyance the lady of the house reached for a replacement.

Of course, Ashley had not meant the cake at all. She had been referring to the sexy figure that she currently had - and which Jennifer did have not so long ago. The young blonde enjoyed no-end teasing her obliviously expanding sister at each family get-together since her marriage to David Maurice. Jennifer seemed to be inflated like a helium balloon. In truth, though, Ash's joking and belly poking were the only way to assuage her secret envy that her sister had snagged a billionaire. Jennifer, for her part, perceptively identified her sibling's envy and dismissed her criticisms as such - never giving a second's thought to the possiblity that there might be some truth in them.

"So *gulp* sis?" *mmph* "What you wanna do for dinner?" enquired the large lady of the house, reaching eagerly for another piece of cake.