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man of my destiny. My parents were my yardsticks all
humans worth thinking about. My father took his favourite SUV (no
sissy sports car for my father). I looked at my dad stealthily for
the zillionth time. Jamieson Mathew David Cuthbert or James as my
mum and grandpa called him is an extremely handsome man. This is
not just because I am his daughter.
My mother's husband and my immediate
ancestor, is unbelievably handsome. His broad face with perfect
manly nose and jaw was designed for a matinee idol. His massive
frame was enormous. He hardly looked forty-four he was, at that
time. His muscles did have a comfortable padding of fat and a sexy
bulge on his abdominal muscles, but his strength exuded from each
pore of his body. His large hands could make many men unsure of
themselves, as they shook hands. Many of his business deals were
won on handshake. Once any man found his, what he had thought a big
manly hand, in my dad's huge real man's hand he was on
back-foot.
I should tell you now that rest of my family
comprises of my mother Heather Elizabeth Cuthbert, Beth for my dad
and Lizzy for my grandpa. Jake Nathan Cuthbert was my kid brother.
Full two years younger than me. I love my 'little' brother to bits.
He is a genius and was fast tracked to Harvard. He was doing PhD in
software programming of market analysis. Jake already had ten
patents to his name and was getting royalties that made him
independent both economically and professionally. Like me he would
join and progress family business and was waiting to come back
home. Jake was apple of our mother's eye. She loved both of us
equally but we were on two sides of the 'justice-balance' and she
kept the mark in dead middle.
Oh, by the way Jake is as tall as my dad but
his body was then covered with swimmer like muscles, now he is
bulkier and heading towards our father’s built. His handsome face
is beautiful at the same time. Grandpa Edward Jonathan Mathew
Cuthbert is a giant. He is broader than dad. He is padded all over
and his muscles are nicely tucked under the layer of fat. He has a
decent paunch that bulged above his trademark blue jeans. I thought
his paunch made him look even more handsome. He carried his
sixty-eight years lightly. Now grandpa carries his seventy-four
years equally lightly.
Last but the least is the eldest daughter,
Caroline Heather Jane Cuthbert, yours truly - Caro for the family
and Janey to my close friends. I did my MBA from Harvard one of the
youngest alumni of the faculty. I had publications that I was proud
of and my professors were quietly envious. I have three patents of
employee-engagement models widely recognised as ideal way to
improve work environment. I was a minor celebrity for two years
while I gave talks on TV and various channels, invited by big
companies to advice, because I was still twenty and young. I turned
twenty-two two months ago. I am probably cute, probably handsome. I
am definitely not the exquisite beauty glossy magazines write
about. I am for sure not 'stick' of a girl.
Like my mother I am 'big boned'. At the time
of the account I was full and almost plump not obese or grossly
overweight. My large breasts were supported on my 38-inch chest
giving me an awkward bra size of 38DD or 40D. I hardly worried
about the bras. I used sports bra all the time. I had rounded waist
of 30 and hips that filled the tape on 38/39, quite often close to
40. I was fit in fact super fit. I was borderline BBW according to
magazines and clothing flyers. I was according to my grandpa 'all
woman'. I agreed. My mother had given me my frame and dark blond
hair. My mum was quite like me but couple of inches bigger
everywhere. Her 40E breasts enhanced her handsome face. Her rounded
waist of 32-34 with bottom of 42 filled the dresses sexily. Her
hair was wavier and she wore them shoulder length. I wore mine to
my neck. Jake and I thought our mother was ravishingly beautiful.
My dad and grandpa (my uncle and cousin too) agreed. She was a
humans worth thinking about. My father took his favourite SUV (no
sissy sports car for my father). I looked at my dad stealthily for
the zillionth time. Jamieson Mathew David Cuthbert or James as my
mum and grandpa called him is an extremely handsome man. This is
not just because I am his daughter.
My mother's husband and my immediate
ancestor, is unbelievably handsome. His broad face with perfect
manly nose and jaw was designed for a matinee idol. His massive
frame was enormous. He hardly looked forty-four he was, at that
time. His muscles did have a comfortable padding of fat and a sexy
bulge on his abdominal muscles, but his strength exuded from each
pore of his body. His large hands could make many men unsure of
themselves, as they shook hands. Many of his business deals were
won on handshake. Once any man found his, what he had thought a big
manly hand, in my dad's huge real man's hand he was on
back-foot.
I should tell you now that rest of my family
comprises of my mother Heather Elizabeth Cuthbert, Beth for my dad
and Lizzy for my grandpa. Jake Nathan Cuthbert was my kid brother.
Full two years younger than me. I love my 'little' brother to bits.
He is a genius and was fast tracked to Harvard. He was doing PhD in
software programming of market analysis. Jake already had ten
patents to his name and was getting royalties that made him
independent both economically and professionally. Like me he would
join and progress family business and was waiting to come back
home. Jake was apple of our mother's eye. She loved both of us
equally but we were on two sides of the 'justice-balance' and she
kept the mark in dead middle.
Oh, by the way Jake is as tall as my dad but
his body was then covered with swimmer like muscles, now he is
bulkier and heading towards our father’s built. His handsome face
is beautiful at the same time. Grandpa Edward Jonathan Mathew
Cuthbert is a giant. He is broader than dad. He is padded all over
and his muscles are nicely tucked under the layer of fat. He has a
decent paunch that bulged above his trademark blue jeans. I thought
his paunch made him look even more handsome. He carried his
sixty-eight years lightly. Now grandpa carries his seventy-four
years equally lightly.
Last but the least is the eldest daughter,
Caroline Heather Jane Cuthbert, yours truly - Caro for the family
and Janey to my close friends. I did my MBA from Harvard one of the
youngest alumni of the faculty. I had publications that I was proud
of and my professors were quietly envious. I have three patents of
employee-engagement models widely recognised as ideal way to
improve work environment. I was a minor celebrity for two years
while I gave talks on TV and various channels, invited by big
companies to advice, because I was still twenty and young. I turned
twenty-two two months ago. I am probably cute, probably handsome. I
am definitely not the exquisite beauty glossy magazines write
about. I am for sure not 'stick' of a girl.
Like my mother I am 'big boned'. At the time
of the account I was full and almost plump not obese or grossly
overweight. My large breasts were supported on my 38-inch chest
giving me an awkward bra size of 38DD or 40D. I hardly worried
about the bras. I used sports bra all the time. I had rounded waist
of 30 and hips that filled the tape on 38/39, quite often close to
40. I was fit in fact super fit. I was borderline BBW according to
magazines and clothing flyers. I was according to my grandpa 'all
woman'. I agreed. My mother had given me my frame and dark blond
hair. My mum was quite like me but couple of inches bigger
everywhere. Her 40E breasts enhanced her handsome face. Her rounded
waist of 32-34 with bottom of 42 filled the dresses sexily. Her
hair was wavier and she wore them shoulder length. I wore mine to
my neck. Jake and I thought our mother was ravishingly beautiful.
My dad and grandpa (my uncle and cousin too) agreed. She was a
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