Part 2
Blake
I did indeed dream of my little sister and all the things I wanted to do to her. I’d dreamt she teased me until I gave in, which didn’t take much effort from her. I smiled at the thought, my hips rubbing against the bed to relieve some of the ache from my boner.
You know when you can feel someone’s gaze on you? That’s how I feel right now. I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of two large melons in my face. I thought I was still asleep, just dreaming within a dream so I leaned forward and pressed my head between her massive cleavage.
“What are you doing Blake?” — the person said. My eyes flew open and I glanced up to see my little sister peer down at me with one eyebrow up. I immediately jumped back, the movement waking Dean.
“What the hell?” — Dean muttered in his groggy voice. “What’s going on?”
“Ahhh, nothing. I just woke up.” I turned to Chelsea. “What’s up?”
Chelsea leaned on my side of the bed and right then I realized what she had on, what little she had on I mean. My sister sported what looked like cotton booty shorts with a spaghetti strap tank top. One of the straps fell off her shoulder when she leaned on the bed, causing the top to be dangerously close to exposing her right boob. The damn thing basically only covered her nipple, which was a hard-little peek from the cold air. How those little straps held up those jugs are beyond me.
“It’s so cool in here, but it’s warm in other parts of the house so I can’t even wear my favorite pajamas,” — Chelsea stated.
“What are your favorite pajamas?”
Chelsea beamed at me, “It’s a fuzzy bunny onesie. I don’t even need covers when I wear it, but my room got pretty warm last night I had to wear this,” she said gesturing at her clothes.
“Oh…cute,” I said. “Who’s cooking breakfast? I’m starving.” I looked over at Dean and he turned away from me. “I’m not cooking.” Chelsea stared at me then sighed. “I guess I’ll cook, but you guys shouldn’t get use to this.”
“Right.” — I said.
“I’ll cook tomorrow,” Dean muttered in his pillow.
“Okay, well I’ll go get started.” Chelsea left out our room and I stared at her ass the entire way. Her cheeks hung from the bottom of those shorts and I just wanted to squeeze them.
“Dean, did you see her?” Dean groaned, his legs moving around before settling again. “Dude get up.” I shook him then smack him hard on his ass. He barely flinched. I poked him all over; his neck, sides, back, butt and he still didn’t move. I decided on one more thing. I pointed my index finger at my target and struck him right where his hole should be. Dean jumped from the intrusion, flipping over quicker than I registered, grabbing my neck and pushing me on the bed.
“Don’t do that anymore Blake,” he said with his grip still tight around my neck. It was then I realized how close he was to me.
“Okay…gosh, I was just playing.”
“Yea, well don’t.” Dean pulled back and I looked down to see he had a huge boner. He caught where my gaze went then grabbed his pillow and hit me with it. “Why do you think I stayed on my stomach. Chelsea’s boobs are perfect.”
“I know right!” I swung my cover off me, revealing my own boner except I didn’t have anything covering me.
“Damn dude. Put that thing away,” Dean said.
“What? Jealous because I’m hung?”
“I have more on you and you know it.” He did. Dean was huge and part of me was jealous but I was also a good length at 7 inches soft. He was at least 9 inches soft judging by his bulge. Why was I still looking at it?
“See something you like,” Dean said with a grin.
“Shut up.” I turned and was about to walk out the room until I realized I was still naked. I went to one of the two drawers Dean had for me and grab some shorts, not worrying about underwear.
I walked to the kitchen to see how far Chelsea was with breakfast. It hadn’t been long since she came down here herself, so I wasn’t expecting much. When I entered the room, she was kneeling on the counter to reach into the upper cabinets. Her plump ass jiggled under her shorts as she searched for…whatever.
“What are you looking for?” — I asked. The question must’ve startled her because she jumped so hard, that she almost fell off the counter.
“Shit, you scared me. I was looking for some pancake mix. Do you have any?”
“Yea, it’s queenbet yeni giriş down here.” I reached into one of the lower cabinets and grabbed the box of pancake mix. Chelsea shoulders slumped. “Seriously? I would’ve never looked there. Most people would keep it up here,” she said.
“Yea well our mom isn’t most people. She’s backwards.”
“Yea, I see that,” Chelsea said. She moved to attempt to get down, knocking over a glass that was near the sink that hit the ground, breaking into pieces. Chelsea looked up at me with the most dreaded look on her face, “Sorry. I’ll buy a new one to replace it. I didn’t see it.”
“Chill little sis. It’s no big deal. We have a ton more. Come here.” After putting on my house shoes, I reached for her to lift her from the counter as I didn’t want her to risk stepping on glass. I wrapped an arm around the back of her thighs, lifting her above me. Her plump breasts rested against my head but I didn’t say anything. I carried her over to the dining room and slowly let her body slide down mine, taking in how her smooth curves felt against me. I once again grazed my hand over her ass before she settled on her feet. “Stay here until I clean this up.” She nodded and I went to grab a broom and sweep up the broken pieces. Once done, I told Chelsea to put on slippers to be safe. She resumed prepping before she started with the pancakes with bacon on the stove as well. I watched as she stepped back and forth between the stove and the fridge. I couldn’t take my eyes off her massive tits. They were so big and plump, not like fake tits were, but they rested enough to know they’re real but was also lifted at the same time. Fuck, I wanted the straps on that top to break so I could see them again. The few peeks I got yesterday wasn’t enough. Soon, I realized I was getting hard which was obvious since I didn’t put underwear on.
I turned to leave the kitchen until Chelsea called for me. I peered over my shoulder, “Huh?”
“Can you open this for me? I always messed these up when my friends cooked them.” Chelsea held a can of the Pillsbury biscuit that we loved so much. I squeezed my dick and adjusted myself before turning to head towards my tempting little sister. I took the can from her and easily cracked it open by twisting it then proceeded to separate each biscuit on the cookie sheet my sister prepared.
“You make it look so easy,” Chelsea said.
“Well… it is easy.” She peered at me before rolling her eyes and turning back to the stove and start on the bacon.
After placing the biscuits in the heated oven, I rested against the counter and watched my sister. She looked up at me, frowning when she noticed my gaze on her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Why are you looking at me?”
“I can’t look at you?” I said with a smile.
“….yea it’s just weird.”
I looked away. “So tell me about your time at that boarding school. How was it?”
Chelsea shrugged before responding. “It was okay. I was there for so long that it became my normal. It’s like regular school except with a lot more restrictions. I went to an all-girls boarding school, so we didn’t have prom or anything. I just had my girls.” Chelsea looked up, as if to ponder on a memory. “We used to sneak in junk food and have slumber parties. Granted, we already slept three in a room, but we invited other girls over too. We’d talk about all kinds of stuff. Boys, girl stuff, sex…everything.”
I tried my hardest not to think about a group of girls talking about sex. If they looked anything like my sister….No. I need to stop before I give her a little surprise. “Sounds fun. Do you miss them?”
Chelsea thought for a second. “I do sometimes. I miss how comfortable we were with each other. If we wanted to walk around naked, we did. Or if we had questions about girl stuff, there was always someone there to talk with.”
“I mean…I may not know too much about girls, except the things I learned from being with them, but you can be comfortable. Like I said yesterday, you don’t have to change your habits at all here.”
“Well I didn’t want to make you guys uncomfortable,” Chelsea said as she plated the bacon.
“Trust me, we’re fine.” I’m such a pervy brother.
“Okay. If you say so.” Chelsea bent over to retrieve the waffle maker and the little shorts road up into her ass, exposing queenbet giriş more of her cheeks. When she turned around, I could clearly see her pussy print in the thin fabric. Fuck. This was going to kill me. I decided to extract myself from this environment and went into the living room until the food was ready.
At some point, Dean came downstairs wearing his compression tights and tank showing off his perfect body and his…bulge. When did I start noticing his bulge? It was fucking huge.
“Eyes up here,” Dean said snapping me out of my trance. What the fuck?
“Huh? What?”
“Stop staring at my crotch dude.”
“I wasn’t…” I said under my breath. I clearly was looking but I wasn’t going to admit it.
“Yea right. You was almost drooling.” Dean said with a smirk.
I wasn’t.
After we ate our breakfast, Dean washed the dishes. Chelsea was about to go upstairs before I stopped her. “Hey sis, what are you doing today?”
“I wanted to go to the mall. I don’t have a lot of summer clothes. Can one of you take me? I don’t have a license yet.”
I looked at Dean. He shrugged, “We both can take you. We can show you around while we’re out too.”
Chelsea beamed, “Cool. I should be ready in thirty minutes.”
I nodded and watched her go up the stairs.
“You really have a staring problem,” Dean said as he stepped beside me.
I didn’t have anything snarky to say back other than a ‘shut up’ before I too retreated upstairs to get ready.
Thirty minutes later, we were in Dean’s SUV heading towards the mall. When Chelsea came downstairs wearing a low cut top with shorts, Dean pointed towards her room and told her to change. I’m glad he said something because fuck, how would I have kept my eyes off her.
The first store we went into was one of those boutiques where everything is expensive, having one of each item.
“Help me pick out some things,” Chelsea said.
I looked at Dean. “I have no idea what your style is.”
“Me either. We had to wear uniforms and I only wore tees and jeans outside of classes. I want to try on cuter outfits…maybe sexy?” Chelsea eyed us both with a questioning glance.
Dean folded his arms, “We’ll see.”
I elbowed him in the side, “You know you want to see her in some sexy shit.”
“Even if I did, she’s not wearing it out. I don’t have time to fight off pricks.”
“You’re right.”
We each split up and picked out whatever we thought would look good and headed to the back so Chelsea could try on everything. Dean and I sat down on the bench and waited to see the first outfit.
After a while, we heard little happy shrieks from Chelsea. “Well can we see what you’re squealing about?” She stepped out in what I’m assuming she chose. It was a strapless red top with a distress jean skirt. Fuck her legs looked perfect and her boobs. Dean elbowed me and I realized that once again I was staring.
“Soooo, how do I look? Is it bad?”
“No…you look….great”, I stammered.
“Really?! Dean?”
“Yea, you look good little sis. But pull your top up more.” The top was obviously not made for her plump breasts. Chelsea pulled at the top which made it look weird now.
“It has to be here because that’s where the breasts go,” she whined. Just then, a worker walked in.
“Oh you look good girl. Oh my goodness, I wish I had a body like yours.” Chelsea blushed.
“Is this how its worn. My brother doesn’t like how low it is.”
“Yes, well one thing that can help and wearing a bra with it.” Chelsea made an ‘oh’ with her mouth.
“I didn’t have a strapless, so I took it off.”
“No worries, I’ll get you one.” The lady left and I watched as Chelsea looked at herself in the mirror. She did a little bounced and her large breasts jiggled, weighing down her top more. Yea she needs a bra. The lady walked back in and guided Chelsea back in her changing room. Seconds later, she came out and my jaw dropped. Dean immediately made an “X” with his arms.
“Nope.”
“Dean!!” Chelsea whined again.
“No,” Dean deadpanned.
She stomped into the room, slamming the door closed. I looked up at the worker, “Sorry about that.”
“No worries. Call me if you need anything.” I thanked her and waited on the next outfit. The next was one I chose. It was a tight fitting cotton dress. I chose queenbet güvenilirmi it because it looked comfortable enough for outings and just to lounge in. It was olive green which complimented her skin and she looked perfect. Her plump ass stuck out and…I think my brain just short circuit. She turned and all I could see were her hard nipples. How could her breasts be huge but still perky? Voodoo.
“How’s this?”
“It’s nice. It really shows your…curves,” I said. She looked at Dean expectantly. “You look good. It looks soft.”
“It is! See, touch it.” She walked closer so we could touch the fabric. My hand flew to her ass, but I tried to play it off by gripping the soft cotton. Dean grabbed a piece hugging her hip.
“Wow, yea it’s really soft,” Dean said. I couldn’t see, afraid I would say the first thing on my mind, which was that her ass looked soft also.
She went back in to change again. After a while, we wondered what was taking her so long.
“You okay in there sis?” Dean asked.
“Uhhh….can someone help me. I can’t get out of this top.” I immediately moved to get up but Dean grabbed my arm.
“Coming,” he said. He entered the room and I could see he was standing in front of her. After some grunts, she was free from her shirt. I wondered if she had a bra on. Was Dean seeing her tits full on right now?? The bastard.
Soon after, he walked out and planted his ass beside me. I peered at him until he turned to me with a smirk. “Her tits are perfect.”
“Seriously?!?”
“Man, I wasn’t expecting to see them like that but…they are nice.” He leaned back, folding his arms. “She’s not getting that top obviously. I thought she would be able to fit it…one of those baby doll crop tops. She would’ve looked perfect in it.”
I was fucking jealous and it showed. “Well get her a bigger size.”
“They only had that one size. I’ll have to order her some or find some in another store.”
Once again, Chelsea asked if one of us could help her. I jumped up before Dean could even think about moving. When I entered, she turned to me. “Can you zip up this dress?”
My gaze snagged on her bare ass tucked inside this little black dress. “Where’s your underwear?”
“Oh. I didn’t wear any.”
Well fuck me. I stared at her soft looking skin before shaking my head.
I tried to get the zipper over her butt, but I was afraid it would rip. “Sis, I don’t think this will fit.”
“Nooo, I really wanted this one. This is the only size. I can lose some weight.”
“No! Chelsea. You’re perfect the way you are now. We can probably find this same dress somewhere else.” She sighed, “Okay. Thanks.” I walked out.
After trying on 4 more outfits that she decided to purchase, we went to two other stores and I fought to keep my dick down the entire time.
Finally, we arrived at home. Chelsea ran upstairs with her bags and I kicked my shoes off before heading to the living room and flopping on the couch. We’d eaten dinner while we were out after showing Chelsea around. I was beat.
“Today was fun,” Dean said.
“Yea,” I muttered with my eyes closed.
“Well I’m about to head upstairs to shower,” Dean said, and I gave him a dismissive wave. I stayed in the same spot for an hour before I too went upstairs. Just as I was walking past the hallway bathroom, Chelsea walked out also with a towel wrapped around her damp body. She jumped, “Gosh, you scared me.” She clutched at the side of the towel, trying to keep it up after the fright I gave her. Just to think, I could easily pull her t— no. I’m not an ass.
“Sorry.”
“You’re fine. Well…goodnight.”
“Night”
When I entered Dean’s, well our room, he was already sprawled on the big bed with only boxers on. Since when did Dean have a nice plump ass? Shit. Does it run in the family or something? It’s as if I’m getting tempted left and right. I shook my head at the thought and jumped in the shower. Afterwards, I got in bed naked, pushing Dean over since he laid in the middle as if he forgot we were sharing.
He groaned, “Stop.”
“Move over and pass me the remote.” When he didn’t move, I halfway crawled over him to get the remote off of the nightstand.
“Is that your fucking dick on my back?”
“Uhh…no.” He turned to me, eyeing my junk.
“Do you always sleep naked?”
“Yep. I hate feeling clothes on my skin when I’m in bed.”
Dean made a noise and turned his head away from me.
“Why, you like seeing my dick or something?” I teased.
“Goodnight,” he muttered.
I grinned and turned on the tv before settling in for the night.