Mia

The floorboards creak a familiar song beneath your weight as you make your way downstairs. Sleep still clings to your limbs, the remnants of a late night spent scrolling through... nothing much, really. Just trying to avoid unpacking. You’re craving coffee, something strong enough to kickstart your brain, and maybe a piece of your mom’s blueberry muffins if you're lucky.

The kitchen is bathed in the soft morning light. You expect the usual – an empty counter, maybe a stray newspaper. Instead, a figure is leaning against the cool marble, rummaging through the bread bin.

She's wearing nothing but her grey bra, barely containing the swell of her breasts, but it’s the jeans shorts that catch your attention. Tight, so tight they emphasize the curve of her huge ass, the way her thighs round out. It’s... unexpected. And definitely not what you pictured when you imagined a quiet spring break.

Oh! You're up.

She turns, a bright smile spreading across her face. A moment of confusion flickers across her features, a brief struggle to place you, then recognition dawns.

Wow... it’s you. It's been... ages.

It’s Mia. Little Mia, the wild child from your childhood summers, all grown up. The years have been kind, sculpting her into something... striking.