“Jordan! It’s eleven, you going to sleep all day,” her mom screamed up the stairs. Jordan woke up with a jolt. Had she slept half the day away?
“I’m up,” Jordan said down the stairs as she made her way to the bathroom.
“Can you take me to the store?” her mom asked just before she got into the bathroom. Jordan missed having a bathroom of her own.
“Of course,” Jordan said.
Jordan had to cash the few checks that Andrew had sent and get a few things. As she got out of the shower, she began to get dressed. Looking in the mirror, she noticed something.
“Not again!” she screamed. She grabbed the tape from her toiletry bag. Began to measure around. “Fucker!” she said to herself. She had gotten more prominent again. “Stop fucking growing!” she held her boobs up at yelled at them.
“Yeah, right bitch,” she said in a mocking voice impersonating her tits. She put on an emergency bra, which was just a stretched-out sports bra. She put on the rest of her clothes and walked downstairs.
Jordan couldn’t believe they were still growing when she had decided to lose all the weight she had put on. A friend had told her about this Asian natural remedy herb store. Jordan had tried one of the home remedies she had found there. The lady behind the counter said there would be side effects, but this was ridiculous.
“Grew again huh?” her mother said, pointing at Jordan’s boobs.
“Yeah. They won’t stop!” Jordan replied as she grabbed them.
“Doing that, won’t help,” her mother said.
“I will have to order a new bra online,” Jordan said. “If they even have bra’s that go this fucking big,” she said.
“Jordan!” her mother said.
“Sorry,” Jordan said. Realizing she was still irritable from last night.
“Whatever it is, you should not swear at the table,” her mother said. Jordan nodded. They finished eating breakfast and told her father they were going to the store.
Jordan pulled into a parking spot. Her mother looked happy to be out of the house.
“Don’t get out much, do you?” Jordan asked. Her mom just smiled. They walked into the store, which sold everything from clothes to food.
“Hey Leanne,” her mom said.
“Hey Marge, Hey Jordie,” Leanne said with a smile.
“Jordie needs a new bra.” her mom said.
“Seriously Mother?” Jordan said, rolling her eyes.
“Cynthia. Watch the counter.” Leanne gently said to the younger woman.
“Come on Jordie. Let’s get you measured up. And get it ordered. I never carry the sizes for your sister or your mother.”
They went to the back, where one of Leanne’s assistance was doing inventory. Leanne grabbed a measuring tape. “So, I hear you and Rick are an item?”
Jordan rolled her eyes. She took off her top and her sports bra. “Not if I have anything to do with it,” she said as Leanne wrapped the measuring tape around her.
“Trouble in paradise?” Leanne asked as she wrote the numbers down on paper.
“Paradise? If it was a really short holiday maybe,” Jordan smiled. Leanne wrapped the measuring tape around her again, crossing over her chest.
“Things never change, he was like that in high school,” Leanne shrugged.
“By the way, you’re officially bigger than your mom.”
“I could have told you that. I need a 30MM bra,” Jordie implied, rolling her eyes. “What do you mean like that?”
“We will just go to an N,” Leanne said. “How many do you want?” Leanne asked. “With my 20% discount, I can save you,” Leanne said as she made some notes.
Jordan put on her clothes. “Four should be good, for now,” Jordan said. “And don’t avoid the question.”
“You forgot the night out by the lake? You and Terry, Me and Rick?” Leanne shrugged. “Less than a minute. I thought Stephanie Anderson was lying about him. But nope few pumps and he was done.”
Jordan forgot about that night and Stephanie. It seemed there were a few warning signs, which she had ignored. They walked back into the central part of the shop.
“I will order eight,” Leanne said. “Here you go. Pick the colors.”
“Thanks,” Jordan said, looking through a book.
“So, what’s the verdict?” Jordan’s mom asked.
“30N,” Leanne said a little too loud as a few men at the counter turned around. “She has bigger boobs than you,” she quipped. Jordan smiled.
“Same old Leanne,” Jordan sighed. Leanne had never had a volume control. She always spoke out loud.
“Yeah, that’s me. But it’s not a secret. Your family has always had big boobs,” Leanne shrugged. She typed into her computer. “I can have them here in six to eight days. Give or take,” she said as Jordan showed her the colours she wanted. “What are you staring at?” Leanne asked at one of the men. “She has boobs. Get over it,” Leanne told him. Jordan smiled. She took out her purse and handed over a credit card.
“Will you be taking care of your mom’s tab too?” Cynthia asked. Jordan’s mom shot the assistant a look.
“Sure,” Jordan said.
“Thank you. Here is your receipt,” the assistant said.
“You did not have to do that,” Her mom said as they climbed into the truck.
“It’s no big deal,” Jordan said as she put the truck into gear.
Jordan put the receipt down, but a number on the paper caught her eye. She stopped the truck and picked the receipt back up. Jordan knew her bras would cost a lot, but the total was way more than she expected. She would have to put all her checks in the bank to make sure she had enough to cover it.
“Mom?” Jordan said.
“We have been a little short on cash lately,” Her mom said, shrugging.
“Mom. This amount is not a little.” Jordan said, lifting her sunglasses off her eyes.
“Like you said. It’s not a big deal. I didn’t ask you to get the tab,” her mom said.
“Stay!” Jordan said as she got out of the truck.
“Jordan Matthews!” Her mom yelled at her from the truck.
But Jordan went back into the store.
“Here we go,” Leanne said, shaking her head. She hurried the assistant away. “Cynthia is new. She had no right to ask that,” Leanne began to speak. “I know your mom. She was good for a while. I have other tabs that are much larger,” Leanne said as fast as she could.
“Are you done?” Jordan asked. Leanne nodded. She knew her old best friend. Once the temper gauge reached full, there was no getting it down.
“How much, how long and how many?” Jordan asked. Leanne shook her head. “Leanne. Don’t make me come over this counter,” Jordan said. Her thick country accent was in full force.
“They owe a lot. It’s been a while and all over town.” Leanne sighed.
“Is the tab here taken care of?” Jordan asked as she made her way to the door. Leanne nodded. Jordan slammed the door closed. She stormed over to the truck and opened it.
“Now Jordan. I am still your mother and if I say…” Her mom began to speak.
“Where to?” Jordan asked, interrupting her.
“Just as stubborn as your father,” Her mom said. “The hardware store,” Her mom said, giving in.
They made their way across town, paying off the tabs. After all, was said and done. Jordan was nearly broke. Except for a few hundred, she had a savings account, which she was saving for a rainy day.
“You said you were broke,” Her mom said as they sat down for lunch at a diner.
“New York City broke,” Jordan said. “If I stayed. I would have used up all that money in a few weeks.” She explained.
“So, what happened? I thought Dad was getting money from the government for selling his Granddad’s place?” Jordan asked.
“None of your business,” Her mom smiled back. “Thank you for helping. We appreciate it, but stay out of it,” She added.
“Mom. You know me. I can get it from anyone of these people in here,” she said with a smile back. “Which would you rather me hear it from?” Jordan asked.
Her mom shot her an evil look then glanced around. She knew any one of these people would gladly tell a story. “You are the meanest daughter I have,” Her mom said.
“You brought me up this way. Now spill it,” Jordan said.
Her mom sighed. “We got in over our heads when we decided to help your sister with the bar. That is all. Between the licenses and things that needed to get fixed. It just got away from us,” her mom confessed, folding her arms.
“How much?” Jordan asked.
“Now that I will not tell.” Her mom said.
Jordan knew she was at a point where she dared not cross. She nodded her defeat, and her mom smiled.
“Can we talk about something else?” she pleaded, looking away. Jordan agreed, but she was not going to let this go.
As soon as she dropped her mom back at home, she went upstairs. She pretended to be doing some things around her room to make room for her items to be brought up. But she was stalling. She heard her parents go up to their room, and when she thought they were asleep, she went out the window. She had done this many times. It was a simple slide down the wall, then jump at the end.
When she landed, she tried to remember why she had done that so many times. She rubbed her ankles and went to the truck. As she opened the door, a single beam of light hit the door of the truck.
“And where do you think you’re going?” her father’s voice boomed in the darkness. She turned around and saw him sitting on the porch with a flashlight.
“Thought I would go out. I have a date. Didn’t want to wake you,” Jordan lied. She walked towards the stairs by the porch.
Her father shook his head. “Your mother told me about, your little talk today,” he shot out as he stood up. Jordan nodded.
“I thought she would,” Jordan nodded.
“What happens with our financial problems is no concern of yours. You hear?” her father barked down to her in a stern voice. “And if you don’t like it, you can take that truck to the airport, and I will pick it up tomorrow.” he turned and went into the house.
Jordan put her back on the truck. He was right, of course. She had no right to come here and act the way she did. But this was her parents. She did not want them to be in any wrong way. She walked back inside. There he was, sitting at the table. She poured herself some iced tea and sat across from him.
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I had no right.”
“You’re damn right you didn’t,” he roared at her. “You upset your mother, after all, she has been through,” he said. “Tomorrow you will apologize to her,” he ordered. Jordan nodded. “You got questions you come ask me,” he looked at her in the eyes.
“Yes, sir.” Jordan nodded.
“Now what is it you need to know?” he asked. Jordan looked up at him, stunned.
“Come on. I know you better than you know yourself. Once you got your teeth into something, nothing, not even me scolding you will make you let it go,” her father said. Jordan smiled. He was right.
“Mom said the problems started when you began to help Sherry with the bar,” Jordan said.
“Well, there you go. What else do you need?” he said, sitting back in the chair. “Sherry handles all that paper crap. Between her and your mom, they know what is going on. They just tell me how much I got to spend,” he shrugged. “But I will say this,” he said as he leaned forward. “You upset your mother like that again. I will personally take you to the airport.”
“Understood,” Jordan nodded.
“Night,” he said as he walked up the stairs.
Jordan smiled. He had told her she could not upset her mom but didn’t mention anything about her sister. She grabbed a jacket and went back out to the truck. She put it in gear and raced out of the dirt road that led out from the ranch.
Sherry had begun closing the bar. It was only a few minutes after ten, but hardly anyone ever showed up after nine. She heard the tires screech around the corner and knew the familiar skid to a halt behind her. She turned the key, locking the door, then turned around.
“We need to talk,” Jordan said. Sherry took a look at her younger sister.
“Figured,” she admitted taking out a cigarette. She pulled down the tailgate of her truck and sat down. The truck groaned and creaked under her weight. “Heard all the commotion you been causing around town today,” she said as she lit the cigarette. “Knew it would be a matter of time before you barked down my door,” she looked at her. “So let it out,” she shrugged.
“How much are they in debt?” Jordan asked. She was not going to pull punches.
“A lot. But not enough to lose the farm or the house. Just yet,” Sherry answered. Jordan sighed, looking up at the stars. That was a relief. “Now the horses,” Sherry said. “I don’t know.”
Sherry told her that between the bar and the monthly checks for the land that her father had sold, they just were holding their heads above water. There was just not enough to keep feeding and stabling the horses.
“He cannot lose the horses,” Jordan said. “It will kill him.”
“I tried to give back the bar, but the bank doesn’t want it. It doesn’t make enough. All the numbers and everything is in there on the computer in my office. If you want to take a look,” Sherry said, standing up.
The truck sounded like it breathed a sigh of relief as she got off of it. Sherry handed the keys over to Jordan. Jordan nodded her thanks as she watched her sister get in the truck and pull away. Jordan opened the door and walked in.
The place was pitch black and eerie. Jordan put her hand against the wall and turned on a light. She made sure to close the door and lock it behind her so no late drinkers would think they were open. She made her way to the back behind the bar. The office was small. It had a table filled with papers and bills littered all over it.
“Sherry,” she shook her head. She powered on the computer. It had no password and was operating on an old version of windows. She shook her head again. The internet was slower than molasses, but she did not need that right now.
Jordan started to look at the files that were on there and found the one she wanted. She had done her share of accounting for her job. Lance had shown her many things. She took a more profound sigh. It was worse than what Sherry had said. Everything was on the line. The bank could take everything. She put her hair back in a ponytail.
“Okay,” she said, cracking her fingers. “Let’s get to work,” she said as her fingers danced over the keyboard. She began crunching numbers. Taking money from here to there, adding her finances into some of the accounts. She took a break and walked out to the bar, and poured herself a coke. When she looked up, she saw a silhouette on the far wall. Her heart began to beat fast.
“Jordan? I know you’re in there,” Rick said. “Come on out and talk to me,” he said. She sighed a sigh of relief and went to the door.
“You scared the fuck out of me,” she said as she opened the door. She was relieved it was just Rick and not some drunk or worse.
“Sorry. But you did not answer your phone,” Rick replied. They walked back to the office. “You want to talk about it?” he asked.
“What’s to talk about?” Jordan shrugged. “You got yours and fell asleep, so I left,” she said as she sat back down.
“I knew you were going to see it like that,” Rick said as he took a seat on the table next to the computer. Jordan sat back, crossing her arms under her chest.
“So please. Tell me what it was like then?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Well…” he began to say but stopped. Jordan shook her head and started to lean forward, watching the computer. “No. You just can’t do that,” he said as he looked at her chest and pointed at them. “The whole push them up. It’s distracting,” he said.
“They are big. Everything I do creates cleavage, get over it,” Jordan acknowledged as she rolled her eyes. “Now are you going to talk. Or can I get back to what I was doing?” she asked sternly.
“I was already tired when you surprised me. I had been working for a long shift. Plus the party the night before,” he blurted out as fast as he could. “There,” he sighed. Jordan nodded. She had jumped him that day. It still did nothing to explain everything, then an idea formed in her head.
“Well. You’re right,” Jordan smiled as she stood up. She stood next to him. “How about now?” she asked, giving him a look.
“You serious?” he asked. Jordan nodded and grabbed his hand, and led him out of the bar. As she locked up, he turned around to face her. “Want to take my truck or yours?”
“I will follow,” she said. Jordan didn’t want to get stuck out there again.
What she had planned would not take long if things went the way she thought they would. She drove close to his truck. Remembering all the turns and making sure she knew the way back.
When they got out to his place, Rick jumped out of the truck with a big smile. Once they got inside, Jordan noticed that the house was much cleaner than the last time.
She pushed him back onto the bed. He began to smile as she bent down between his legs. She took his dick out from his pants through the zipper. It was already hard, which she knew would happen. She took it into her mouth and slowly bounced her head up and down, keeping her eyes on his.
“Fuck Jordie,” he moaned deeply as his eyes began to close. She swirled her tongue around the head every time she got to the top. She held it in one hand and licked it down the sides as she tugged up and down on it.
Jordan then stopped and pulled up her shirt, placing it on the floor by her side. She grabbed his dick and slid it under her bra and between her tits.
“Damn it Jordie,” Rick said as he looked at his cock disappearing between her massive tits. She just smiled up at him. She grabbed the sides of the bra and bounced them up and down on his dick. She could already tell he was very close to cumming.
“Faster, just a little faster,” he said as he pushed his hips upwards. “I’m cumming,” he said. Jordan felt his dick throb between her tits. She felt his cum splash against her cleavage. He fell backwards. “Damn. You know how to use those don’t you?” he said. She stood up and nodded with a fake smile.
“Going to go clean up and change, then we can do round two. If you’re up for it?” Jordan said. She picked up her shirt and headed for the bathroom.
“I will be, just give me a minute or two,” he said, his eyes already closing.
Jordan just shook her head as she walked into the bathroom. She took off her bra and looked for a towel or bath cloth. She found some napkins next to the toilet. She shook her head and took a handful. She rinsed them lightly in the water, then wiped her cleavage clean.
She put her clothes back on and waited for a few moments. Then she looked out the bathroom door. Rick was asleep on the bed. Jordan smiled; her plan had worked. She crept out of the bedroom and into the living room.
She found his computer. She logged into it. He had used the same password as he did in high school. She went straight for his email, which was easier than she had thought he had kept himself logged in. There was the information she needed. Like most people, Rick didn’t empty his inbox. She used the data from one of the flight confirmations to log into the ticket site.
“Eight!” she said a bit too loud. She counted again to make sure. But it was the same number.
Rick had used the same credit card seven times and used cash on the last one to book flights to New York. She looked back at the bedroom. If she hadn’t other things to deal with, she would go in there and rip him a new one. She logged everything out, then Used one of the napkins and wiped off the keyboard and the surrounding areas. She shook her head as she looked back into the room. Rick was fast asleep; she closed the door then left.
The way home had been much more straightforward. She took a quick shower then climbed into bed. Thinking about the problems she had to face. But she now knew that Rick would no longer be one of them. As far as the family was concerned, she would have to talk to them in the morning. She let her thoughts go and drifted off to sleep.
*Authors Note: The rest of this story as well as many other stories are on my other pages. The links can be found* [*here*](https://www.reddit.com/user/Shadowforce2/comments/ob2xvs/stories_and_where_to_find_them/)
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