Solomon Smith lay on his back in the dim main room, the lantern turned low to a flicker, casting long wavering shadows across the boarded walls and floor mattresses they'd dragged in from the bedrooms. The heat wave had turned the house into an oven—humid Ozark air thick and unmoving, no breeze through the slits, generator off to save fuel and noise. Sweat cooled sticky on his dark skin, black tee and shorts damp from the day's scavenge haul, lean muscles aching faint from hauling loot. Practical choice: one room for airflow, doors open to the hall, everyone together for watch and warmth—though warmth was no issue tonight.
The girls spread out on the piled bedding: Emily closest to him, blonde hair loose and fanned on her pillow, new soft tank and shorts clinging translucent with sweat—wide hips curved toward him in sleep, thick thighs parted slight for cool, round plush ass a soft outline under thin fabric. Sophia opposite, athletic frame sprawled restless in tank and cargo shorts, toned legs stretched long, narrow waist twisting as she shifted. Olivia in the middle, plush body curled fetal under a light sheet—very wide hips flared, very thick thighs pressed together, gentle stomach pooch rising gentle with breaths. Mia at the edge, petite curvy form on her side facing out watch—pronounced hips cocked, juicy round butt settled into mattress, camo tank damp at the back.
Scents filled the close space intimate: collective sweat salty and warm, Emily's floral faint underneath, Sophia's oil trace, Olivia's preserved sweetness from kitchen, Mia's pine lingering. Cicadas droned outside endless, moans distant and sporadic—no immediate threats, but the heat made sleep fitful, bodies tossing for relief.
Solomon dozed light—practical habit, ears tuned for creaks or shuffles—but woke subtle when Emily shifted closer in the night. Her soft curves brushed his side accidental first—thick thigh draping over his leg warm and heavy, wide hips nestling against his hip, round plush ass pressing faint through shorts. Breath warm on his shoulder, scent floral-sweat stronger up close. He didn't move away—practical comfort in the heat, her presence grounding. Arm settled loose around her waist natural, dark hand resting on the curve of her hip—fabric damp, skin yielding soft underneath.
She murmured sleepy, curling tighter—full form molding to his side, gentle weight welcome in the sticky dark. Solomon's deep brown eyes opened brief, scanning the room: Olivia breathed deep nearby, plush thighs rubbing faint for cool; Mia on elbow watch quiet, black ponytail draped; Sophia... eyes open across the mattresses, dark gaze fixed on them subtle. Athletic body still, toned legs drawn up, narrow waist shadowed—but watching. No words, just a flicker in her expression—hint of something sharp, jealousy quiet brewing.
Heat built heavier: accidental touches multiplied in the tosses—Sophia's foot brushing Olivia's thick calf, Mia's pronounced hip bumping Emily's wide one as she resettled watch. Skin stuck brief where contact lingered, sweat sharing salty. Solomon held steady anchor—Emily's head eventually on his chest, blonde hair tickling his neck, her thick thigh fully over his now, warmth seeping deep. His hand stayed on her hip possessive subtle, thumb tracing idle circle through fabric—mine to hold, the thought unbidden but calm.
Dawn crept slow, gray light filtering slits. Girls stirred gradual: Emily first from his side, flushing shy as she realized closeness—wide hips pulling away reluctant, thick thighs disentangling slow, blue eyes meeting his brief grateful. "Sorry... hot," she whispered.
"No issue," Solomon said low, rising smooth. Sophia watched still as she sat up, toned body flexing stretch—dark eyes lingering on the imprint where Emily had been. Hint sharper now, but unspoken. Olivia yawned plush, very wide hips shifting sheet off, very thick thighs gleaming sweat; Mia stood quick, petite curves alert for morning perimeter.
Breakfast simple: Olivia's bread with canned fruit—scents sweet cutting the overnight musk. Tension hummed new under routine: brushes in the narrow kitchen closer, eyes lingering touches from night. Solomon noted quiet—practical group dynamic shifting, bonds tightening in the heat.
Outside, moans persisted faint—day's chores and watches ahead. But inside, proximity changed things subtle.