Thinking about the story I'm about to relate, I find myself smiling inside, knowing that given the preceding events, all things considered, the inevitable simply happened. Those of you who have already read the stories 'A Drink With Dora' and 'After Dora' upon looking at the title of this story would have some idea of where I'm coming from.
Also, some of you will know that having successfully crossed the border into taboo land - unless you are generally not of a wandering nature - you are definitely going to head into town. Apart from the above mentioned, the only other thing that could prevent you from going into town would be the lack of inhabitants; it's just a ghost town, no opportunities.
A little over a year into the dalliance between me, mom and my big sister Dora, I started noticing Pat, my younger sister, who by then had turned eighteen and had quickly blossomed into tormentingly ripe womanhood; she was designed to make mouths water and pre-cum flow. I had decided against moving in with Dora as mom had suggested I do, to avoid raising the suspicion of her neighbors or visiting friends. Dora, herself, had been urging me to do it, but had eventually given up hope and stopped. She still didn't know about me and mom though mom knew about her.
Pat is a few inches taller than Dora and several pounds thicker, though not as thick as mom. She had the same oval face, small, full-lipped mouth, sparkling, big black eyes and the same small waist, wide hips and fluffy ass to match her size. The ass did seem a bit softer and slacker than the two older family ladies, judging from the way it bounced and rolled when she walked. She differed in complexion to mom and Dora, being a shade or two lighter, closer to the light tan of me and our dad. She had full breasts as well, though from what I saw when she went without bra they were more of the pointy type, unlike the round fruits of her mother and sister.
Pat had always, since her early teens, drawn playful teasing from every member of the household because of the prominence of her butt. With this in mind I decided on my strategy. I started by paying increased attention to her and found that she was obviously pleased with the new chumminess, often blushing when I paid her a compliment on her looks whenever she got dressed up to leave the house.
One day while walking close behind her as we were both headed for the kitchen, I commented on the bounce of her butt under the short skirt she was wearing. As she laughed at my comment I followed it up with a sudden slap on the thick backside, letting my spread fingers sink into the softness and linger awhile. She made a loud aaaah sound and spun around. Something in the way she uttered the aaaah and the twinkle in her eyes when she looked at me made me think that she liked the intimate touch, so I repeated it the very next evening as she walked past me bouncing in tight, soft shorts. Again it drew an aaaah from her, this one sounding even more indulgent.
"You think these are basketballs or what?" she asked, smiling.
"Dey could be ... dey sure bounce easily," I replied, causing her to laugh heartily.
On the next occasion that we were alone and out of sight, she did a strange but encouraging thing; as I passed her she laughingly held her hands behind her buttocks as if expecting and shielding them from a smack. This I interpreted as her inviting me to smack her big bottom, and I did just that. So from that day onwards whenever I walked by or was standing close to her she would place her hand behind her and I would raise my hand, causing her to make evasive moves and I would pursue her until I finally succeeded in smacking her, drawing the usual aaaah and giggles out of her.
I let that little sexy play drag out for a couple of months until one day I approached her while she was wearing a thin, pale green, tube top that allowed the imprint of her nipples and the dark areolas to be slightly visible. I stood before her looking from her face to them and back steadily a couple of times, making her blush.
"What?" she asked
"I can't be certain whether these two up here or the two down there are the real basketballs," I said shaking my head.
I walked away without reaching to smack as I usually did even though her hands were behind her in anticipation. Before I turned completely around I saw the flash of surprise on her face.
I continued speaking, "Careful ... don't let those balls fall of your chest ... balance them well."
She laughed and said, "No problem, you will catch them before they hit the ground."
"I might not be able to ... dey look too heavy," I said, looking back.
"Nah, dey ain't that heavy," she said.
I turned around and stepped toward her.
"Let me see," I said
I reached out and lifted both big, juicy balls in my hands, hefting them up and down in a testing manner, while repeatedly, pressing into the area of the nipples. I heard a barely audible hiss and felt a slight tremor.
"Dey too heavy?" she asked, sounding as if she wasn't too sure if it was the right thing to say.
"Nah, I think I could manage them if they fall."
Noticing that she had removed her hands from behind her, I quickly dropped the goodies and reaching out, gave her the delayed smack, letting my fingers linger and caress longer than usual. She had a lost look in her dilating eyes.
The next morning I called in sick, knowing that mom would be leaving early to give my younger brother Mike a lift to a sports ground some distance away where he was taking part in a school athletic meeting. The drive to and fro would take at least about ninety minutes, and added to that I knew mom would be staying a while to view his first race. Pat had recently written her final high school exams and was at home awaiting the results, and likely entrance to university. She opted out of the sporting event on the grounds that she had to make a visit to her old school to help with the planning of the upcoming graduation party.
I was standing by the door as if about to step out into the yard when I heard the bathroom door pushed in loudly. I turned around and saw Pat wrapped in a white towel, heading toward her bedroom. She gave me a little smile and I stepped outside after returning the smile. She knew that I had called in sick; mom didn't. I remained standing just outside the door, undecided, for about five minutes before I turned and walked back into the house. My heart was pumping excitedly as I headed for the bedrooms area hoping that luck would be on my side and that I'd at least get a glimpse of little sis in undies only or better yet, in panties only, no bra.
Luck was with me; as I approached the room I could see that the door was open. I slowed my pace as I drew close. Turning my head I saw Pat standing fully naked in front of her vanity looking into the mirror with raised hands fixing her hair. I stopped and stood there taking in a full side profile look at the fleshy brown body, marveling at the curve from back into round, big, high ass. The full, firm, pointy breasts stood straight out on her chest, the endings and their amazingly long nipples, appearing to be making an upward curve as if intent on reaching the roof.
She must have seen me through the side of her eye, and looking startled Pat swung all the way around and faced me - full bodily - hands to her surprised mouth. I stood there unable and unwilling to move, taking in the magnificent sight of ripe, young, womanly curves - the big brown breasts, the flat tummy and wide fleshy hips. The smooth, thick thighs, free of cellulite and stretch marks. Between those thighs rose a bun sized, clean shaven vulva above which was a small, neat triangle of closely cropped black hair. It looked more like a stain or birthmark.
"Oh my god, Denny ... I thought you had gone outside," she cried out.
She made no effort to use her hands to shield any of her privates.
"I forgot my phone," I replied quickly, hoping she wouldn't look down at the pocket of my shorts and see the phone imprint.
"Oh my ... where is my towel?" she asked herself, turning her head around in a searching manner.
She started to walk off.
"Pat, wait," I cried out anxiously.
She stopped, still facing me full bodily.