Jackson walked into his bedroom fresh out of a nice shower and was caught off guard by the enormous tan heavy-duty 34HH brassiere that was lying across his bed. He knew only one person who had boobs large enough to fill out the huge ugly garment and still had problems with spillage. He threw on an open shirt that revealed his bare chisel chest and ripped abs, a pair of navy blue jeans and picked up the obscene brassiere. Without bothering to put anything on his feet, Jackson marched towards the owner of the lewd undergarment bedroom.
"Hey Francesca, you in there?" he shouted from outside his 18-year-old stepsister's bedroom.
"It's Frankie and yes, please come in," Francesca invited.
Jackson opened his geeky stepsister's bedroom door and found her sitting Indian style on her bed and meditating. Her frizzy purplish orange hair was done up in a messy bun and her hazel colored eyes were closed behind a pair of large bifocals with a piece of tape between the square-shaped lenses.
"I believe this belongs to you," he said while holding up and dangling the humongous tan bra by the thick shoulder strap off his finger.
"You got my message," Frankie replied.
"Message? What message? That your boobs are freakishly huge? I knew that since you started growing them at twelve," he answered.
"I'm glad you've kept track of my growth spurt. Honestly, I think I'm growing out of the H's and gone up 2 cup sizes, but I'm not here to talk about my bra sizes. I got a problem that only you can help with me," she informed her stepbrother.
"You need help with something? Well, that's a first, Francesca. You have always been self-reliance. It must be something serious," Jackson noted and assumed.
"It is and I wouldn't have come to you if I didn't know you couldn't help me with my problem," a somber Frankie replied.
Jackson tosses his stepsister's double H brassiere in her beanbag chair and sat next to her on the bed. A person couldn't fully grasp the enormity Francesca's obscenely large breasts until they saw her up close in person. She was 5'3 with some thickness, but most of her body weight was carried in her watermelon-sized tits. Each mammoth mound dwarfed her entire torso and was bigger than her head. They were large enough to rest on her thighs in her Indian pose.
"I'm suffering from Genophobia; the fear of vaginal intercourse. After my Graduation ceremony last week, I overheard some girls talking about losing their virginities before heading off to college in the fall and sadly, I'm still a virgin because of my condition," confessed Frankie.
"Wow. That sounds very troubling," Jackson said expressing his concern. "So why did you want to talk to me about this condition? Have you spoken to your mom or seen a doctor?"
"I rather not tell mom and a doctor can't fix what I have. Since last week, I've been trying to overcome my fears by masturbating and sticking objects into my vagina. I even borrowed a friend's dildo and every time I come close to popping my cherry, I panic and throw in the towel like a quitter. I want to lose my virginity Jackson and not go through the rest of my life fearing I'll never have sex."
"Damn, Francesca. That's some heavy shit. Do you want me to be like your wingman and help you pick up a guy?" Jackson asked. "I mean, when a guy sees all you got to offer, there's no way you're not getting laid."
"That sounds more like you're pimpin me out, so no, I just want my cherry popped and I don't trust bars or social media with the number of scumbags out there that preys on girls like me and end up slicing my throat and leaving me naked in a ditch to bleed a cold lonely death," Frankie described.
"That's pretty fucking graphic," Jackson replied.
"I came to you and I'm asking you, can you help me? Can you pop my cherry?" Francesca requested.
"Whoa, Frankie. Pump the brakes. Our parents are married. That sounds like incest," a disturbed Jackson spoke with caution.
"We're not blood-related, so it's not incest. If its money you want, I will pay you," rebuttal Frankie.
"Now you're making me sound like a street corner prostitute," he mockingly laughed.
"I'm serious Jackson. I trust you and I've heard the stories you tell your friends about the women you meet and sleep with. I am willing to do whatever it takes and perform whatever to ensure you get a hard-on. All I'm asking of you is to pop my cherry and send me into summer a new woman," Frankie pleaded.
Her spiky blonde-haired, blue-eyed 27-year-old stepbrother smiled vividly through his full beard.
"What do you know about sex?" he asked Francesca, inquisitively.
"Just what the girls in high school gossiped about," she informed him. "I'm not that naΓ―ve just because I haven't had any interaction with a guy before. I've done my homework thanks to the Internet. And of course, with your vast knowledge of intercourse, this shouldn't be that bad."
"What about Suzie?" Jackson mentions who was his current girlfriend of 6 months.
"She wouldn't have to know. Besides, this is a onetime done deal. I just need this huge favor from my stepbro," Frankie claimed with a big toothy grin.
"Alright, Francesca. I'll be your guinea pig for the evening, but once our parents come home, it's over, got it?" Jackson agreed.
"Yes!" she replied happily.