All characters in this work of fiction are over 18. The following is also being submitted, in fragmented form, as a "story within a story" in Awakenings, Ch 4. The various interruptions needed for that chapter have been removed.
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It was 11:00 on a Saturday in late July, and Marie was not surprised to find that neither of her kids was up. She'd just come home from 5 hours at her office and was heading to the kitchen to make some lunch. She was too starved to even think about changing.
As if on cue, the two 19 year olds (10 months apart) stumbled down the stairs one following the other a minute or two apart. John, the first to arrive, called out, "Hey, Mom, what's for breakfast?
"Eggs okay?"
"Sure thing - scrambled with cheese would be great.
John was tall, muscular, and handsome. Shy for some reason, he'd only had a few dates. He was dressed in shorts and an undershirt (and nothing else, though Marie did not guess this), unshaven and with tousled hair. He pulled out his phone and took a seat in the den, feet on the coffee table, facing the stairs.
Marie, always well dressed (at least outwardly!) and well kempt sighed - but it was Saturday, after all. Plus both kids were smart, kind, and generally well mannered. She'd done well.
Kelli, who followed John a minute later, reminded Marie of herself at 19 - long honey blonde hair (Kelli's, like John's, was tousled from the bed), and an amazing figure. Until recently, she'd been steadily dating a fellow. Marie was not sad to see that end.
But their greatest similarity was that both women had amazing boobs.
Marie had been a late bloomer, but then shot through a bra size every three months, settling out at a very full D, and Kelli had followed the same pattern. On their small frames, their boobs looked even larger. Neither had seen the other naked in a decade, but they also shared the same nipples - long (something like 3/8' when aroused - which was often!) - milk chocolate brown, and very erotically sensitive.
But whereas Marie had never been comfortable with her large tits, Kelli had been waiting impatiently for her breasts to fill in, and she had welcomed their arrival with open arms - and open hands and opposable thumbs. But more on that later. Kelli had also developed into what Marie considered a tease.
John's choice of where to sit was strategic. He'd taken rising a bit early on the weekends (relatively speaking), then listening for Kelli to hit the bathroom. That was his cue to amble downstairs and take up his "viewing spot."
John's shorts were actually tennis shorts. He liked them because they were kind of silky, plus they were, well short - at least shorter than is typical for regular shorts these days - plus the leg holes were wide. When he was inclined, he could easily reach up the leg to his dick. He was often inclined.
But not in the Den with Mom around the corner. Still, he DID pull the legs of the shorts up a bit, then he spread his own legs some. This allowed an irregular swirl of air from the ceiling fan to wash over his dick and balls. The former had started to swell minorly in anticipation of Kelli's arrival.
Fact is, Kelli, who'd been sleeping in the nude since she was 18, had been up even earlier to hear JOHN use the bathroom. She was on to his routine, and today, she was planning to take things a bit further, if she could summon the determination.
She threw back the covers and swiveled her head to take in her reflection in the mirror-covered closet doors. She loved swimming (her best style was the breasts stroke [she loved to add the extra "s" and the pause between words, at least to herself], and had an athletic body - really nice legs, a small but shapely butt, and a flat tummy. But there was one thing (well, two) keeping her from really being a competitive swimmer - her bountiful boobs.
They stood straight up on her chest, only conceding a few degrees of shift to gravity as she lay on her back. And all she had to do was THINK about touching her nipples and they sprouted, pushing up the better part of half an inch.
But then, she DID touch them, toying with both at once, then pausing to cup her more than a handful breasts. Alright, if we're going to do this plan, we need inspiration. With that, she grasped her nipples and pulled them straight up toward the ceiling time and again, whimpering softly each time they slipped from her grasp, reveling in the resulting contractions in her pussy as she felt the orgasm coming on.
Then it hit, and she allowed herself a long, low moan, her whole body going tense. It was nice being able to give in to those needs - to moan and writhe. She had learned to stifle all that in certain circumstances, as will be clear later.
Kelli clearly loved her nipple orgasms, but, since turning 18, she had also gotten used to screwing with her boyfriend. It had been three months since their breakup, and with college up north looming, she had taken herself off the dating circuit. No reason to get serious with anyone right now. But if she could summon the will power, she might have a plan to get some cock back in her life.
With the glow of the orgasm helping with her resolve, she laid out the clothes for the morning. It didn't take long. There was a new pair of frilly short shorts, which she slid up her legs, forgoing any underwear (she'd have to be careful about developing a damp spot, though!) and a new crop top, soft and bright yellow. As she pulled it down over her boobs, she looked in the mirror and saw a whole lot of abdomen below the end of the fabric.
More than that, while it hugged the outside half of each tit, it gave up contact once it got to her nipples. The fabric did not touch her skin from between her nipples running up until nearly to her collarbones. And the cherries on top, as it were, popped out obscenely, just begging for attention. The shadowy ghosts of her nipples and areolas took no effort at all to discern.
Ah - John just opened the bathroom door and went into his room. Once I hit the bathroom, he'll head downstairs.
Kelli did her business, washed up, and looked in the mirror. If she said so herself, she was hot. For luck and more resolve, she reached up under the top and twisted both of her nipples. Oh, my ... Yes, I'm ready.
And then, John heard her footsteps on the landing upstairs. While John held his breath and pretended to check his phone, he was actually intently watching his barefoot younger sister as she bounced down the stairs in a skipping kind of fashion, planting her right foot hard, pausing for a tenth of a second, then bouncing down two steps, barely touching the first with her left, then a full stop again on the right.
Given the fact that she was braless and was only wearing a flimsy cut off T shirt, her boobs were going through
serious
gyrations. And, of course, all that action had her nipples poking out like bullets by the time she hit the floor. That and the fact that she had primed her nips to hardness before even reaching the top of the stairs!
John let his breath out slowly as he tried to control the growth of his cock down his left shorts leg. What a freaking beauty he had for a sister!
Marie sighed again. Kelli had been going braless on weekends for three months now - ever since she broke up with Dick, now that she thought about it. But they had agreed, no oversight on clothes after high school. She'd soon be off to college and beyond reach anyway.
John took a moment to check out Kelli's legs, which were long and lithe and were only barely covered by some very short frilly shorts with wide leg holes. But first and foremost, he watched her tits bound and sway as she strode to the kitchen with exaggerated hip movements. "How was work, Momma - glad you could get home," she said.
"Thank you, dear. I hope we're ready for Monday, but the staff is still working. Hope I don't get a call to go back in. Scrambled eggs?"
"Sure. Let us know when they're up." With that, she plopped heavily into a seat opposite John. John almost convulsed watching her boobs ripple and sway before they settled; then Kelli slumped down and put her feet up on the coffee table as well. In this position, her torso was at more like a 45 degree angle. As a result, the lower edge of her crop top, instead of being suspended from her between nipples, now came to rest on the undersides of her boobs. Or at least, as much of the undersides as the length of the fabric allowed.
John looked up (yes, to her eyes!) gave her a nod, then pretended to work his phone for all of five seconds before once again staring at her nipples while making mock movements on the phone screen.
Wait - holey crap! It was only then that John discovered that he had a clear view of a couple of inches of the undersides of her amazing breasts, just resting on her rib cage!
Kelli spent 10 seconds working her own phone before glancing over the top of it to verify the focus of John's attention. She felt her nipples stiffen further.
Then began a series of texts between the two. Rather than make you try to read teenage text-speak, here's the (mostly) plain English version:
K: Turn off the sound on your phone
J: OK. I'm right here. Whaddup
