Let me start out by saying this: I hated my ex-girlfriend's sister. She was the "golden child" of the two and could get away with murder. As such I had said some things about her that made it to her ears, so for a long time we had been enemies. That is, until Kelly and I had broken up. Then Jenna, her younger sister, had finally tried to make amends. Which really didn't go over well with me.
So I suppose descriptions are in order. Kelly, my ex, is fairly short, and weighing in at about 140 pounds, she has quite the curvy physique. She has a round face with small puffy lips and rosy cheeks. He hair is shoulder length, dark brown with blonde streaks. She always wore here black plastic "emo glasses," which I though always looked great on her. Her curviness was amplified by her big D-cup breasts that had, for five years, been a great obsession of mine.
Her sister Jenna, on the other hand, was around the same height, but two years younger. She was a bit on the overweight side, around 170 pounds, making her quite curvy to behold. She dyed her hair a bright red, her curls coming down to the bottom of her shoulder blades. She always wore a bit too much bright-coloured makeup around her eyes (usually green to contrast her hair) and she had freckled rosy cheeks. She had a big round ass and thick, tree-trunk like legs from her hobby of swimming constantly. But her big beautiful rear wasn't what grabbed everyone's attention. It was her huge, E-cup breasts. They were absolutely massive, and, frankly, hard not to stare at.
I had fantasized about that stupid girl a lot, mainly about those gargantuan tits. But after Kelly and I broke up, it had worn off. I hadn't thought about her sister in a long time. As an artist, I had drawn pictures of Jenna as I imagined her, trying to think of what her nipples would look like. I never thought I'd actually get to see them. That's what this story is all about, however.
The leaves were just starting to turn on the fall day I found myself at Kelly's parents house. I had gone over to watch movies and play games with her and her sister, thinking it would just be the same old sort of event. I had only been there for five minutes or so when Kelly headed downstairs to set up a movie on their huge flatscreen TV. I made my way towards the kitchen to get a drink when I heard a voice mumble form behind me in the living room.
"You know, I wish I could make you hate me a little less," Jenna, said after Kelly went downstairs to set up the movie we were all going to watch together. Jenna was hugging a huge fluffy purple blanket close to her, regrettably stifling any hopes I had of staring at her massive tits in the black tank-top I knew she was wearing.
"I don't hate you. We just don't really get along because of your parents favouring you," I said, shrugging and opening the fridge.
"Yeah but that's not exactly my fault, now is it?" she asked, sounding peeved.
I sighed and pulled out a beer, closing the fridge door, "I know that. I guess it just really bugs me," I stated.
As I popped the lid off of the bottle and took a swig of beer, Jenna lowered her arms and held the blanket at her stomach. She looked away in thought, letting me glance fleetingly at her impressive cleavage, the cleft between her huge breasts perfectly visible. She looked back at me and I looked away, and I heard her mumble, "I wish I could get you to like me more..."
I shrugged again and said, "so do I. But I can't think of anyway to improve our relationship.
Jenna rubbed the back of her neck, staring at the floor in thought, "hmmm..." she muttered. And with that, I headed downstairs.
When I got downstairs I had to go to the bathroom, so did so, and when I came out Jenna was sitting in the middle of the large couch next to Kelly. I sat down on Jenna's right and asked, "why's she in the middle?"
My ex rolled her eyes, "she's really cold, so let's all curl up in the blanket so we all warm up." I shrugged and pulled the blanket over my lap, pulling up my knees to my chest. I cocked an eyebrow at Jenna as she did the same.
Kelly hit play on the movie, the new Grinch movie, and I sighed with distaste, thankfully masked by the opening score of the film. I really hated the movie, but the two sisters loved it, so I kept my mouth shut.
About five minutes into the film I felt a hand slide onto my thigh, and, realizing it couldn't be Kelly I looked over at Jenna. She was still watching the movie intently, so I decided to see what she was doing. Her hand slowly slid onto the crotch of my pyjama pants, and she began rubbing slowly up and down, my cock growing harder by the second. I was worried the movement would be obvious with blanket movement, but having the blanket over our curled knees masked what Jenna was doing in secret.
As my hard on finally reached it's peak, Jenna slid her hand down the front of my pants and boxers and gripped my bare cock lightly in her soft hand. I bit my lip in pleasure and slowly moved my hand into Jenna's lap. I saw her mouth open a bit in surprise, thankfully not noticed by Kelly as she laughed along with the movie.
I laughed at something in the movie as I played with the elastic waistband of Jenna's pyjama pants. She continued to masturbate my raging cock wordlessly under the blanket as I slid my hand down her abdomen and into her panties. She bit her lip to keep from making a noise as my middle finger slid down her juicy, soaking wet slit. I couldn't believe how wet she was. It felt like she had wanted to be intimate with me for a long time.
