Lance thought he was content with his minimum wage night shift job at the gas station, living in the small shed-turned-house behind his grandmother's home.

It was small, cozy, and his blackout curtains afforded him optimal privacy. His grandmother didn't make him pay rent and hardly ever bothered him. Mostly because they lived in Arizona, and the hot summer months made walking the 15 or so yards from the main house to the shed way too much for his frail grandmother. Thank god he had a small AC unit installed or he would have had a heatstroke a long time ago. Of course, he was allowed in the main house whenever he wanted, which was essential due to the fact that he didn't have a restroom out here. If he had to take a piss he could usually do it out in the yard since the privacy fence around their property was tall enough to hide him from prying eyes. when it came to showers and shits though, he had to hoof it over to the main house. The heat was a bitch to deal with (he was pushing 300lbs) but there was one thing that made the molten lava walks worth it. And she had just walked up to his door.

"Let me in you fat fuck, it's hot as balls out here!" his cousin called out, pounding on the door. Lance opened the door and she hurried in and sat on his bed in front of the AC unit.

Her name was Emilee, and Lance was damn near obsessed with her. She was his cousin on his dad's side, and had come to live with their grandmother when she was 16, and now, a couple of years later, she was a fresh and legal 18 year old. Lance couldn't stand her personality, but she had an insanely gorgeous body that she loved putting on display. It was around 6pm and the outside air was beginning its slight cooling from 104°F to 92°F. Most people would curse the heat, but he had come to love it ever since Emilee moved in. More heat = less clothes. Today was no exception, and his eyes feasted on the girl sitting cross legged on his bed in the extremely tiny pajama shorts she always wore, the length of which left her pert ass cheeks hanging out juuust enough to see them jiggle seductively with every step she took. Sadly, Lance couldn't see her ass while she was sitting down, but the thin spaghetti string tanktop she usually wore to bed left his eyes with a delicious amount of cleavage to take in. He knew from the many times he had looked through her underwear drawers that her tits were only 34Bs, but she had a petite frame that made them stand out. No one would call her curvy, even though she had a nice pair of boobs, because her ass was small and far from her most noticeable feature. Well, for most guys. As far as Lance was concerned, her cute little perky ass was perfect and he wouldn't want it any other way. The fact that she never wore a bra or panties at home left him consistently hard whenever this big titted, slim teen was letting her assets bounce every which way. Thankfully, it was a common occurrence. Lance had cum to fantasies of her more times than he could count.

Whatever she had come out to his place for was less important than her cellphone, and she was hunched over it busily scrolling through some social media or another. Thank god for the bad posture that left her leaning slightly over her phone, her deep cleavage staring back at him. He watched a drop of sweat roll down from her neck and come to rest on top of her boob. How much would he give to lick it off of her plush breast and ravage her then and there? Despite his seemingly infinite lust for her, he knew she never looked at him the same way. He was fat, lazy, and the fact that he lived with his grandmother and worked a part time job at the age of 25 probably turned off even his 18 year old little cousin. She didn't dress scantily to tempt him, she just did it because it was comfortable and probably hadn't even considered him as a sexual being.

While he was staring, she looked up and caught him staring down her tanktop and directly into her cleavage. He looked away guiltily and she sat up straight so that his view of her tits was ruthlessly cut short. Neither of them acknowledged it, the same as every other time she caught him staring. Lance wondered if it grossed her out.

"What do you want? I doubt you're out here just to spend time with your awesome cousin," Lance asked, ready for her to ask him for money. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Hell no. I'd rather watch Lifetime movies with grandma than hang out with you out here."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Actually, I decided to take pity on your sorry ass," Emilee said with a smirk. She was every bit as bitchy as she was hot.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning... how would you like to move in with me and a few of my girlfriends in 4 or 5 months?"