As usual, this continues from where we left off before. While you don't need to read previous entries to enjoy this one, it's highly recommended.
Congratulations and special thanks go out to @brandyglass who won a fun little contest I held for my readers awhile back. Their prize? A featured cameo of a character and kink of their choosing in one of my stories.
Well, I finally got around to writing her in, lol, and you'll find her down below! Enjoy!
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As evening dawned on Claire and her brother, Chris, the pair mindlessly watched the old boob-tube, fruitlessly in search of something to entertain them. Three hundred channels to spare, yet nothing peaked their interest.
The older sister sighed and stretched out on the couch, resting her head on her brother's thigh. She began nuzzling her face against it as if it were a pillow, with the top of her head nudging his ever present buldge within his shorts. Inwardly, she smiled as he tried to nonchalantly adjust himself without her noticing.
She turned to face up at him and pouted, saying 'I'm boooored, bro!', stretching again for effect and to make him uncomfortable by nudging his package once more. 'What are we gonna do, silly boy?', she pleaded with him.
'You mean, what are *you* going to do!', he said, rolling his eyes and shoving her off his lap to get more comfortable.
'Hey! Watch it, asshole!' she whined, pouting more as she sat up and crossed her arms under her big, perky boobs.
'Look, bitch. Dad gave you money for food, so go get some already. I'm starving, and maybe that'll shut your pie hole for awhile too.' Chris was clearly losing patience for his now bratty, older sibling.
'Fine, jerk! How about pizza then? Is that okay for King Tut, your majesty?', Claire asked, playfully nudging him and making him smile despite his best effort not to.
'Yeah, yeah. Get whatever. Just make sure there's meat. I ain't no rabbit, you know' he said, turning his attention back to the TV.
'Meat huh? Oh yeah, that sounds good. I could really go for some... sausage... right now', she said slyly, while thinking about what she caught him doing to his own slab of meat earlier in the day.
'Mhmm...' he absently replied, no longer paying her any mind.
Claire grabbed her smart phone and dialed the local favorite food joint. They had a variety of eats on the menu, not just pizza. Of course, that's what most young adults their age ordered, though.
On the other end of the line, she heard what sounded like a young woman's nervously shy but sweet voice answer. 'Weskar's W-w-westside Delivery! Kelsey speaking! Um, how might I help you tonight?'
'Kelsey, baby! Love your voice!', Claire said enthusiastically and reassuringly. 'Say, my baby brother and I are getting hungry, you know? We'd love-love-love! to get our hands on some of your delicious grub!'
'Sure thing! Whatcha have in mind, ma'am?', Kelsey replied politely, clearly waiting for specifics.
'Well... since I can't have you, how about a large sausage pizza? Oooh yes, and some big, firm bread sticks too!', the college co-ed stated, with very obvious innuendos meant for her brother but only really heard by the girl on the phone.
'Ahem... Of... Of course. Right. Large sausage pizza and sticks. Want a hot fudge lava cake for dessert too? They're half off, today only!', the younger girl said, even more nervously now, trying to remain professional with the clearly horny customer she had to deal with.
'Mmm! Half off of who, sweetheart? You, I hope!', Claire joked. 'Just kidding, babe. Yes, add that too. Sounds great. That's all.'
'Alright then. I just need your name and address and we'll get that to you asap!', Kelsey replied, clearly relieved that the conversation was ending.
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After receiving the details, Kelsey realized her bitch of a boss was going to make her deliver it, since her shift was ending and she only lived a couple blocks away from the crazy customer. What made it worse was that this customer was the sister of her long-term secret crush, Chris Redfield.
She felt that he was the dreamiest boy in high school. There was just something about him that she felt drawn to. He wasn't the most popular or the most conventionally attractive guy there, but he was her type, through and through.
Of course, he didn't even know she existed, despite both being seniors. Why would he? She wasn't his type in kind, as much as she wished she were.
He chased after taller women with big, noticable curves. They were often older too, and louder or more confident. Voluptuous whores, in her mind.
She was unfortunately too young for him, and too demure. Too small and petite. Her boobs and butt were nicely round and fit her small frame well, but... she knew it wasn't enough. Not for him. Not for her man.
She sighed, wishing her heart and body weren't so cruel. Her man? As if! She could only be so lucky! Instead, she had to live vicariously through stories of his conquests by the same sluts she silently envied!
She mumbled to herself as she gathered up the food and headed out to her car. It must be Monday early for her.
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Meanwhile, back with the siblings, Claire gathered up the money and waited patiently by the door. She wondered if she'd meet this Kelsey girl, or maybe some hot delivery boy instead.