"I'll talk to you later, Katie. I'm gonna see a movie with Josh," I said to my girlfriend through the phone as I walked towards my best friend's house.
"Okay, babe. Have fun," Katie responded. I hung up, put my phone away, and approached the front door. I rang the doorbell and after about half a minute, the door swung open.
"Hi, Matt!" I was greeted by a brunette with a very familiar face. She was my best friend's twenty-four year old sister who's five years older than us.
"Oh wow, Brooke? I haven't seen you in forever! Is Josh here? He's not answering his phone."
Brooke placed her hands on her wide hips and raised a groomed eyebrow. "Really? I haven't seen you in years, and the only thing you care about is if my lousy brother is around?" Her mesmerizing green eyes stared me down like daggers.
"Uh, I was just, um -" I stammered while blushing bright red.
"Ha ha! Look at your face! I was just playing with you. Give me a hug!" Brooke cheered while spreading her perfectly toned arms. I walked inside and gave her a quick embrace, feeling her large breasts pressed against my chest.
"It's been a long time," I said. "Almost five years, I think."
"I know! The last time we saw each other was before I moved out to college. You've gotten a lot... bigger since I saw you last." Her eyes scanned my whole body while she smiled scandalously.
"You've changed a lot, too," I replied while trying to not stare at the cleavage exposed by her low-cut tank top. "You look great."
I took the time to study Brooke's face. She was always a natural beauty, but her face matured significantly from what I remembered. Brooke's delicate, slim nose had a beautifully sculpted round tip. Her almond eyes had thick eyelashes with a touch of mascara. Brooke knew she looked best with a light amount of makeup, so she only decorated her face with a subtle amount of eyeshadow and a layer of lip gloss over her soft, pouty lips. She had the ideal facial structure of a model, with tan skin and barely visible freckles.
"I had to exercise so college guys would notice me," she laughed. Her body was more curvy and womanly than before, appearing as if it was made for sin. "I can tell you've been working out, too." Brooke rubbed her hand up and down my arm, making my cock stir inside my jeans.
"I, uh, I've been throwing some weights around. So, is Josh out? We're supposed to watch a movie soon."
"He woke up really sick. He's been coughing a lot and his temperature is through the roof. Let's check on him." As we walked up the stairs, I watched Brooke's round ass bounce a little with each step under her skimpy shorts. Her heart-shaped bubble butt could only be possible through hard work and dedication at the gym.
"I can hear him snoring," she said while rolling her eyes. Her hands formed a fist and pounded the door loudly. "Josh! Matt is here."
"Huh? Yeah, come in," the raspy voice inside said. Brooke opened the door and we entered his messy room.
"I'm sorry to see you so sick, man," I said. "You sound like you smoke three packs a day."
"Yeah," Josh replied with a croaky voice. "I don't feel so good, bro. Sorry for not responding to your texts, my phone's on the dresser and I'm too weak to get up."
"Don't worry about it. I already bought the tickets online, but I can take Katie instead."
"Wait, what movie were you guys gonna watch?" Brooke asked.
"The Halloween Doll," Josh managed.
Brooke's eyes widened. "Really? I've been dying to see that! Take me instead!" she requested with a pleading look her face.
"Sure, Katie doesn't like horror anyways. Besides, we gotta catch up."
"Yay! Thanks Matt, you're the best!" she exclaimed before giving me another hug. My nose was filled with the lovely scent of her lavender shampoo, and this time my hands wrapped around her slim waist.
"You kids have fun," Josh croaked.
"I'll see you later, Josh." As I finished my sentence, Brooke pulled my arm and led me out of the room.
"Help me pick an outfit," she said. We walked into her room where there was a pink bed, a large flat-screen TV, and a desk full of makeup.
"It's nothing fancy, we're just seeing a movie," I said.
"You're dressed nice, though. It would be wrong if I didn't match your fashion level," Brooke said with a wink.
"I've changed from that boy you saw wearing basketball shorts all the time," I laughed. "I'm just wearing a button-up and jeans, nothing special."
"I think you look sharp," she smiled as she stepped closer to me. "I think you'd look a little better if we do this." Brooke unbuttoned the top two buttons on my shirt.
"Whoa, w-what's going on?" I managed.
"Relax, I'm helping you out here," Brooke explained while spreading my shirt collar wide. "There, you gotta show off your buff chest since you worked so hard for it." I sighed a breath of relief, and Brooke's eyes got wide.
"Oh! Did you think I was gonna undress you or something?" She burst out laughing while I blushed like an idiot. "You've gotten hot as shit, but I'm not that wild."
Before I could process that she just called me hot, she opened her closet door. It was enormous with an entire wall dedicated to shoes and enough clothes to stock a retail store.
"You've got a big closet," I remarked.
"Big enough for two people," she said. "Come on in." When I entered the walk-in closet, Brooke shut the door and slipped off her shorts.
