This is a fantasy. All characters are of legal age. Consent is dubious.
You're my little sister's best friend. I haven't seen you in a few years, but you're back in town and staying with the family for a couple weeks. I don't actually know *why* you're here, but I could care less. Sis bailed on you to go sleep with her boytoy, and now you're on the couch in the den watching some slasher flick, while I heat some leftovers for my breakfast in the kitchen. I work nights, and this is the first I've seen of you. You waved and yelled a half assed "hello" over the couch back when I walked in, but went right back to your show. There's no one else in the house, and won't be for hours.
I finished heating my food, and started to walk towards the couch, meaning to ask what you were watching. I slowed as I came around the side and you came into my view. It had been long enough since I had seen you that I wasn't quite sure what you'd look like. What I saw was not what I was expecting. You were sprawled out on the couch, half hugging, half humping a pillow. Facing away from me, with your ass in the air. It was glorious. You were wearing these fluffy white shorts that *barely* covered your ass. I thought I caught a glimpse of *red* under there too. That little bit of pantie info hit my brain like a spike and I couldn't help myself from moaning, just a little. Deep, and under my breath, almost a growl.
"mmm"
You noticed. As you started to turn I was forced to tear my gaze from your ass and start to take in the whole. You had been lying on your stomach, face in your phone, but now you were turning and sitting up and I could see several things all at once. Two of those things were your pierced nipples. Those were riding on two other things, your large, round tits. All four of those things were bundled into this ridiculously tight crop top t-shirt and were begging with all their might to be free and have attention. I struggled to simultaneously drag my attention up to your face, AND move to stand behind the couch to hide my growing erection. You were sitting upright now, cross-legged on the pillow. The way your legs were folded in those shorts, there was red cotton visible through both leg holes. I could see it in my lower vision, but I couldn't look down. You were staring right at me, half smiling. As if waiting to see if I'd look. I almost did.
I blinked, shook my head and pointed at the empty wine glass on the coffee table.
"I'll trade ya. Get you a refill while I'm up if you set my plate over there for me"
You nodded and said softly, "Ok". As you leaned over to pick up the glass I got a chance to really look at all of you, finally. You'd come in a little thicc, with the previously mentioned fat ass and hefty milk sacks, but now I could see you had the tummy and thighs to go with them. Well padded in *ALL* the right ways. I had been hard. Now I was fucking *diamond*.
Trying to control my breathing and my sight, I completed the trade and scurried for the kitchen while you set the plate down. Trying to think straight, I stood in the kitchen and took several deep breaths.
I had seen a few other things as well. A couple tattoos, all familiar symbols. And a single string tied around your ankle. I knew the string was your own fucked up purity ring. Never got the context on it. Just knew it meant you were a virgin. And I remembered a slurred, drunken proclamation when we were younger that you were "Saving yourself for your rapist". I hadn't believed it at the time, but every one of those symbols screamed in one, very clear voice "RAPE ME, FUCK ME, USE ME". You'd inked yourself literally asking for it, and yet... still asking. Not anymore sweetie. Time to pop your cherry.
