You woke up on your own, without the need for alarms and without having anyone wake you up, a fairly rare thing on most days, but then again this was no ordinary day, yet it was. You unplugged the charging cable from your phone and took a look at the time. Thursday, November 23rd: Thanksgiving.

You were fairly aware that this was a national holiday and thus, no school or work but in your house it'd always been treated as a generic day off with the added bonus of an extended weekend, which wasn't exactly a bad thing. But you'd been curious in the past and when you asked, you got nearly the same response from your mom, your dad and grandparents.

"It's a gringo holiday. Not really our thing" In more or less words that's what they all said and you actually understood.

In spite of having lived in the US since their early teens, both your parents see themselves less so as Mexican-American people and more like Mexicans that just happened to live in the US. It was even more true for your grandparents who lived in there until they reached adulthood before moving and come to think of it, you'd been raised in pretty much the same way.

At times, you'd had some heart-to-heart talks with Zuemy and shared that concern with her, specially around the times when your family was going to make a trip to Mexico for vacation, you couldn't help but feel awkward, like you didn't really fit in or belonged in there. But then again, conversely you also didn't feel like you fully fit in with American people either. In all honesty, if anyone asked your actual opinion on yourself regarding that, you would answer that you'd feel like you walked the line between the two nationalities/cultures alone. Somehow, Zuemy nor anybody else from her family seemed to have this kind of dichotomy, having apparently fully embraced their identity as both Cuban and American people.

"I dunno. I speak the language, I was taught to read in Spanish with the same books my parents used in elementary and yet I feel like I'm still a foreigner in there. Like I'm supposed to feel right at home, it's my ancestral homeland after all but it feels like I'm a stranger instead" You explained to Zuemy on one of those occasions.

Zuemy's answer then had been to just try to relax and not worry too much about these things, reassuring you that you belonged in both worlds and that as long as you were around friends or family, nothing else really mattered. For a girl that was often switching between a horny pervert and a scientific genius, she surprised you plenty with how good advice she could give when necessary.

You knew some about Thanksgiving since it was present in many movies, series plus the people around you talked about it. Among your friends, Jim notably celebrated the Canadian version instead and you even knew of some of the slight differences with the more mainstream US version but as it was something you'd never experienced yourself, it was harder to tell.

A few weeks earlier, at Jen's house...

"So, you guys got any plans for this Thanksgiving?" Jen asked.

"I do but it's just gonna be my mom and I. Dad's still away at work and the rest of my family is across the pond" Cindy replied.

"Thanksgiving's not really that big of a deal for us, we don't really celebrate it in my house" Lillian shrugged.

"Same. Besides, it would just be mom, Zoey and I. But hey, having the weekend off is cool and we just have a family weekend together" Zuemy added.

"Oh" Jen was a bit surprised by their answers since she had always assumed that they all enjoyed the traditional big family dinner as almost everyone else seemed to do. Even though her family only really started doing it themselves when they moved into the US.

'I wonder if Blaise has plans. He has a decently sized family and they live in the same city' She thought.

"Don't bother" Zuemy said, making Jen snap out of her thoughts.

"Huh?"

"Blaise's family doesn't do Thanksgiving either" Cindy replied with a cute giggle.

"W-What? Why did you guys assume I was thinking about him?" Jen asked with a noticeable blush, to which all 3 girls snickered.

"Please, it was written all over your face" Lillian said, giving her a smug grin.

"Uhhh... okay?" Jen looked away, trying to have her face cool down and stop blushing.
"Anyway, I just found it strange. It's an opportunity for yet another big family celebration, I'd be pretty sure most Mexican families would jump at having another excuse for spending good times together and enjoy good food" She said.

"You're not wrong" Zuemy noted.

"Yeah. But as far as I can tell, Blaise's parents and grandparents feel like it's a foreign thing so they don't do it" Lillian explained. Jen's eyes widened for a moment.

"Of course" She said once the realization hit her. She hadn't thought of the possibility that they could see it as something not from their own culture and not partake so as not to lose themselves.

Jen recalled some of the conversations she'd had with you about Mexican stuff given that she was raised in there until 12 years old while you were raised by a native family. She was always curious about your perspective on things and on how it compared to her own. Differently from yourself, she had no trouble embracing multiple cultures, considering that she herself was born Norwegian, raised in Mexico and now living in the US but she could tell that in spite of being a 3rd generation, you were raised in a way that made you mostly like a 1st generation, which made you a whole lot more relatable in her opinion.

"You know, this is a unique chance: You could invite him and his family to have Thanksgiving together" Cindy said, catching Jen off-guard once more.

"Huh?!" Jen blinked twice as if trying to verify that Cindy had just said what she'd just heard.

"By now you already know how important it is to get along not just with him but his family too. Mom has to give her approval after all" Zuemy said with a teasing grin while Lillian glanced at her, mildly annoyed for how blunt that was but her look also suggested she was bothered by something else.

"Yeah, this would be a good chance to score a lot of points with Mrs. Miriam" Cindy said cheerfully.

"How are you so sure?" Jen raised an eyebrow. Lillian had told her similar stuff but then again she'd been your bestie since forever. She knew Zuemy and Cindy had been also long time friends of yours but not quite for such a long time.

"Do we tell her?" Zuemy asked Lillian.

"Why not?" Cindy spoke before the chubby Brazilian beauty could respond. Then she turned to Jen.
"Well, you see... we've all hung out with Blaise and at some point we've gone to their home. I mean even you have met his mom..."

"Uh-huh" Jen narrowed her eyes, sensing that she wasn't going to like what was coming next.

"Look, Miriam's given us all her seal of approval" Zuemy said, speaking to spare Cindy from earning too much of Jen's potential ire.

"She what?!" Jen reacted almost by pure reflex. One of her eyes twitched briefly, then she looked at Lillian.
"Is this true?" She asked with a mixture of lingering outrage and concern.

"Yeah but calm those milk tanks" Lillian replied with a smug smile.
"It doesn't mean that Zuemy or Cindy are after him too" She explained with a sigh.
"But she considers them good enough that the possibility is open if they so wished, and if they were to they'd have her blessing. It was all Miriam, the girls didn't seek this"

"She told me I'm super huggable and soft" Cindy giggled "I enjoyed the headpats too. Plus she gave me extra food that day. She liked poking my belly"

Jen narrowed her eyes, noting that in her friend group, all 3 other girls were rather chubby. It wasn't as if Jen herself wasn't thicc or plenty curvaceous but her body had mostly been allocating the weight on her chest, butt and thighs but other than the first one, the 3 girls blew her out of the water on the other two aspects. Cindy could give her a run for her money on chest size too.

"Anyway, the point here is that you have a unique chance to score some needed points with his family if you invite them for Thanksgiving. Even if they say no, the gesture will count for something" Lillian said, feeling that it was best not to let Jen dwelling too much on what was concerning her now that she knew some truths she wasn't aware of before.

"That's... not a bad idea" Jen blushed again "But you know what, I think we should all enjoy this together. I'll ask my parents if they'd be okay with it and if they are I'd also like to invite you..."
'Since you gave me the idea' She finished the phrase in her mind, chuckling internally.

Back to the present...

You were currently feeling smothered by two massive fleshy pillows while two sculpted arms were firmly wrapped around you with such strength that there was no way you could break free from their hold even if you tried with all your might. You were squirming anyway while your protests got muffled.

"Come on, Ariadne" Your dad said while he and your mom were finishing breakfast. Your Amazon of a sister, however, kept her bear hug on you, smothering your face with her prodigious chest. All you had done was walk out of your room to look for something to whip up a breakfast with but instead you nearly got tackled by your very affectionate big sister, who now refused to let go of you.

"Aww, let her enjoy this. She's missed her little brother so much" Miriam said, giving her an approving nod. Most amusingly, at least to your mom, was that Ariadne carried you like an oversized teddy bear and only let go once she sat at the table but then pulled you to have you sit on her lap, once more wrapping her muscular arms around you.