Sheri and Martha walked back into the former's house, a couple bags in Martha's grasp as she brought in some clothes she bought for the next couple days. The house was empty besides them at the moment, with Allen out with Andre to help him move a few things into Andre's new place. Allen said most of the things that needed to be moved had already been packed before Andre got out, so it was going to be fairly simple to finish moving. If anything, they were already done with that and had probably stopped by their mother's house if Sheri had to guess.
"Ugh, I need to get out of this dress." Martha said in disgust, not loving the fact that she had to wear the same clothes as yesterday.
"I forget how much of a pain it is to shop with you." Sheri followed Martha as she headed back upstairs to change in Sheri's bedroom. "That silly rack of yours really narrows down what you can buy. No wonder a lot of your stuff is custom made."
Martha ignored her and entered the room, immediately kicking off her heels and stripping off her dress. Even though Sheri was comfortable with her body type, and in no way wanted to be as stacked as her sister, there were times where she wondered what it would be like to have a much larger chest. She was small and perky, and she was okay with that, but maybe Allen would like something more? Comically huge or not, Sheri would admit it definitely elevated Martha's sex appeal. She had a lot of male admirers and definitely got the most looks out of any woman shopping at the mall today.
Martha first studied her appearance again, analyzing just how busty she was for someone as short as her. Obviously she knew she had enhanced her body, she just enjoyed admiring her own figure. Yes, there was some back pain involved and finding clothes that perfectly fit her wasn't the easiest thing in the world as they spent way too much time searching for outfits today. However, she only cared that she was comfortable with her own body she thought as she ran her hands over her chest, still evaluating herself.
They were big, for sure, but she liked them being big. She wouldn't want them downsized at all. She'd take the good with the bad when it came to the back pain. That's just what comes when something that large is attached to you.
And at that moment, images from last night flashed into her mind.
The stroking, the jerking and pleasuring of himself. Andre also had something insanely large that was attached to him. She was still in disbelief at what she saw, wondering if the wine somehow made her dream it up. But she knew that wasn't the case. And unlike her, Andre was all natural. She was guessing that, anyway. But she wouldn't bet money that a former prisoner got penis enhancement surgery or something.
The more she thought about the uncut cock attached to Andre, the stiffer her nipples became and her hands began teasing her pink tips. Her toes dug into the floor underneath her and frustration arose. Why was she feeling this way? Didn't she hate dirty blacks? She did, right?
So why was the memory of last night affecting her in such a lustful fashion. She was never attracted to the black male form before, so why now? Was Sheri right that her problem was lack of exposure to black people? No, that couldn't be it, she thought, could it?
'Damn... I wanna fuck Sheri's sister... give her this big black dick.'
Martha gasped and her body froze at the memory of hearing Andre speak as he pleasured himself.
"You okay, Martha?" Sheri looked at her as she began changing clothes herself.
"Oh, um, yes I just remembered something for a second." Martha quickly answered without much thinking.
"Must've been something big to make you react like that, dear sister." Sheri said, pulling up her tight bike shorts.
'You have no idea...' Martha kept that thought to herself. "It's nothing, no big dic-, er, I mean no big deal!" She began moving much quicker. She was flustered and embarrassed and tried like hell to fight off the heat that grew on her face.
This was not ideal for Martha.
"Okay..." Sheri said, feeling confused. "Whatever."
Moving at a much faster pace, Martha quickly pulled on a short, ruffled at the end, grey dress with pink floral prints. It was made with a busty woman like her in mind and fit about as good as a dress like that could fit. She slipped on some strappy sandals and swiftly fixed her hair.
As soon as she got done fixing herself up, her feet hurried out of the room. Sheri could see she was heading back downstairs, beating her as the older of the two barely had her sandals on. "The hell is wrong with her?" Sheri's curious brow raised. She seemed bothered by something. Perhaps she was still uncomfortable being in an interracial home? Sheri wasn't sure, but it seemed like her idea of changing her sister's world view, with maybe some help from Andre, wasn't going to happen.
Well, she might as well take this time to continue building on their relationship at least. Sheri sighed and followed her sister downstairs.
She found her sister sitting on her couch, still keeping that mean mug on her face. "Anything good on television?" Sheri asked.
"No idea." the younger sister shrugged.
"I see." Sheri smiled. "Well, how about we..." Just before she could finish that sentence, she heard her phone go off and she reached over to read a text from her best friend across the street, Shannon. "Hmm... oh shit!" Sheri cursed, damn near slapping her forehead. "I forgot, I promised my friend I'd go out and help her buy stuff for the baby. Damn!"
"The baby?" Martha didn't quite comprehend.
"Remember that woman you saw across the street? The pregnant one?" Sheri said.
It took Martha a few moments before the gears started turning and then she knew. "Oh you mean the red head across the street, Shannon?"
"Yes, I promised I'd help her shop for the baby boy she's having. I'm sorry... you're more than welcome to join us, darling." Sheri offered. "You might be bored being here alone, why not tag along?"
Martha thought about it for a second before answering. "You know what, I'll pass and wait for you to return. I'm not very interested in shopping for kids." Especially mixed ones, Martha added in her thoughts.
"Are you sure?" Sheri knew not to press too much. "I don't know when I'll be back."
"I can wait." Martha said, reaching over for the TV remote.
Sheri sighed. "Very well, love. Just promise me you won't head back home while I'm gone."
"I won't!" Martha rolled her eyes.
"Thank you sis." Sheri winked. "I'll try to be back sooner rather than later, no guarantees."
