All characters are 18 years or older.
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Reliability, it's a curse. I have always been there for everybody. I guess that's why everyone comes to me for help. Of course it could also be the fact that I am the only brother among four children. I love my sisters and since I am the only man in the house since my mom's divorce I've become the unofficial 'man of the house'. This is my story well part of it anyway.
Part One: Top Heavy
I was passing the bathroom when I heard my little sister Tabitha start cursing and bitching. I knocked on the door and asked her if she were okay. I could hear her stomp over and yank the door open. I took a step back involuntarily. She stood there with her hands on her hips. She was in her bra and panties. Tabitha was the shortest of my sisters at five feet even. She had strawberry blonde hair and bright blue eyes that were trained on my like death incarnate.
"Does it look like I am okay," she said cupping her breasts which were practically spilling out of her bra.
"Um... isn't that your new bra?" I said and she nodded.
"They are still fucking growing," she said frowning. "I have to buy a new bra or two."
I began to walk away when she sprung on me. Her arms went around my waist and she hugged me tight which pressed her tits against my back. I knew immediately what she wanted. I stopped as my shoulders dropped and my head slumped in defeat. I muttered the two words she wanted to hear, I'll drive. Tabitha let out a squee of delight and raced off to her room, so much for going to the movies.
I grabbed my car keys and went downstairs. I sat on the couch waiting for sis to get dressed. She settled on a t-shirt that clung to her chest like a second skin. The short skirt finished off the look of cute and sexy. She had her hair up in a single ponytail along with her glasses. She reached into her purse and pulled out a piece of hard candy and popped it into her mouth. Tabitha had a bit of an oral fixation; well that's what mom told me when I asked why she always had something in her mouth.
I couldn't help but stare at how damn tight that shirt was stretched over her breasts. Man her boyfriend was lucky as all hell. Most of the girls I dated weren't built quite so well. I stood up and she clung to my arm as we left to go shopping. I expect no less than three to four hours of bag holding and diplomatic opinions about her wardrobe. Mentally prepared I fought the urge to sneak another peek at her boobs and off we went.
We drove to the mall. The trees had long since turned and many had already lost most of their leaves. It was kind of depressing seeing all those bleak looking trees. It didn't seem like a big deal for Tabitha she was too intent on spending mom's money at the mall, her home away from home. I'm not saying she shops a lot but mom keeps a close watch on the credit cards. We parked down below and took an escalator up to the ground level. The place was filled with people and I did a quick glance and estimated the women outnumbered the men four to one at least. Tabitha tugged on me and it began. I wasn't surprised when the first store we went to sold shoes.
Sis tried on no less than eight pairs. Mom would have been proud she didn't buy anything. The next store actually carried bras. Sis picked out half a dozen to try on and we headed for the dressing rooms. I sat outside but not for long. There were three curtained doorways; sis was in the middle one. Ninety six seconds later I heard my name called. I winced but got to my feet and stuck my head between the curtains. Sis was now wearing a heavy duty black bra. It looked supportive and comfy but not very sexy. I told her it looked comfortable and she nodded.
I sat back down. One hundred and thirty seven seconds later I was summoned a second time. I sighed and got to my feet. I stuck my head in and my jaw dropped. Tabitha was wearing a lacey see-through number that made her perky nipples and very large areolas clearly visible. I blushed and told her it was quite sexy even as she lewdly sucked on the latest piece of candy.
I sat back down and picked up a sports magazine to clear my thoughts of the skimpy piece of lingerie. I stared at the basketball players frozen in mid-air and wondered at the shutter speed the photographer was using. I heard my name called a third time and got up to see what sis was wearing now. She was smiling as she stood there with her chest stuck out. The bra supported her nicely but it only covered the lower half of her breasts. I could see the top of her nipples and the half-moons of her areolas.
"You are wicked," I said. "I think you like this one."
"Uh huh and judging from your reaction I think you like it too," she replied.
She called out a few minutes later but I ignored her. She stuck her head out and pouted at me. She demanded my opinion but I shook my head. Tabitha called me a coward and I just nodded. Frustrated she retreated and I enjoyed blissful silence for a full ten minutes. She was certainly taking her sweet time trying on bras. Just when I thought she'd reappear with her haul she called my name one last time. Flustered I got up and saw what she wanted. I looked in and what I saw stopped me cold. Tabitha was bent over facing away from me. She was pulling on a bright white thong. I caught a clear glimpse of her puckered little asshole just before she covered it with the material.
"Marius, I am almost done can you take a quick peek," she said over her shoulder. She turned around and saw me staring at her. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough, what did you want?"
"What do you think?" She asked wearing only the white panties and a translucent white bra. The folds of her pussy were clearly visible and Tabitha caught me staring at her camel toe. I swallowed and replied finally.
"Very nice," I said feeling my cheeks burn. "I will be outside."
I left her in the dressing room and went to a nearby foot cart and bought a large cold soda. I had polished off half the soda by the time Tabitha appeared with the first of the four bags she would accrue that afternoon. She never said a word about what I had seen or not seen. I remained silent and decided I would just forget about it. That didn't happen. It haunted me seeing those glimpses of her nipples and her tiny little asshole.
Tabitha steered us towards a lingerie store and I put my foot down. If she wanted to go in I would wait outside. I saw a bookstore right next door and headed over there as she made a beeline for the other. I looked over horror books and found a few that I decided to buy. I bought them and sat outside reading while sis spent the next forty five minutes in the lingerie store. She came out smiling with a small bag. I took it from her and dropped it inside the larger one.
We got home two hours later. I bought dinner at the local chicken fast food place and brought it home for everyone. The entire family sat down once a week to dinner. It was a kind of tradition now that dad was gone. So we all sat down and I felt, as I always did, the overwhelming scent of estrogen in the air. Tabitha told everyone about her shopping but curiously left out the lingerie store. While they chatted about sis' ever expanding bust line I thought about war games and the latest comic book movie.
Karla, my oldest sister, seemed depressed and Samantha, my closest sibling, brought up the topic of husbands and boyfriends. Tabitha chimed in since her guy was treating her so well. Samantha frowned and said that men only wanted one thing while Karla argued that point. I couldn't help but think that Karla's lawyer husband was too busy to keep her happy while Samantha must have been dumped again after sleeping with her latest love interest. I learned later that I was right on the money. I was currently unattached and had mixed feelings about that. I missed sex but gods I didn't miss the drama.
"Well Marius, don't you have an opinion," Mom asked.
"About what," I asked and they all laughed.
"Are men pigs?" Samantha asked looking all too serious.
"Yes..." I said. "Men are pigs and women are crazy."
I left it at that and surprisingly no one argued with me. I grabbed a piece of breast meat from the bucket and Tabitha commented about men and tits. I looked over at her and she just smiled. Mom glared at Tabitha about using the T word at the table. I bit into the chicken and Tabitha let out a low moan of pleasure. It was my turn to glare but the others just snickered. I grabbed another piece of chicken and set it on my plate. I added some mashed potatoes and gravy and got up to leave.
"I'm going to finish up in my room," I said and left before anyone could complain.
I stalked up the stairs to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I sat on my bed and ate in silence. I was staying at home because I was trying to finish up my degree and couldn't afford a place on my own and mom needed the rent. I finished off my food, set my plate down on my end table and went to the bathroom to wash up. The greasy meat had made my hands slick and oily. I washed up and heard the laughter coming from downstairs. Well at least somebody was having a good time. I dried my hands and face. I decided to wait until my older sisters had left before I went down to put my dirty dishes in the sink.
I grabbed one of my new books and read for a while. I heard Tabitha come up the stairs and her footsteps stop outside my door. She stood there and then continued down to the other side of the house to her bedroom. Was she going to apologize? I doubted it. That was something dear young Tabitha knew little about. She was way too headstrong and self-assured to break down and say she was sorry.
I heard the front door close and grabbed my plate. I went down and found Karla still here. I placed my plate in the sink and began to turn to leave. Karla grabbed my hand and I stopped cold. I felt my shoulders droop and sat down at the kitchen table. I looked over at my sister and she smiled.
"You're a guy," she began and I winced. "What can I do to get his attention back?"
"Start from the top," I said and mom smiled.
Karla told me everything that had been happening and more importantly not happening. I felt the chill when I realized how bad things were. Sis read my expression and her eyes welled up in tears. I quickly offered her suggestions to help her marriage. I told her all the things I liked women to do for me. She nodded and blushed when I mentioned lingerie, dressing sexy and greeting with offers of sex. Mom didn't say a word. She just watched and nodded. I left as quickly as I could. I felt out of my depths. I hugged Karla and fled to a safe space.
I topped the stairs and paused catching my breath. Was I overreacting? I turned to my room when I heard an alarming sound, my sister Tabitha choking. I raced down the hall and flung her bedroom door open. I stood there in the doorway and froze. There was sis wearing the translucent half bra and white thong. She had the panties tugged to the side and her fingers buried in her pussy. The other hand was wrapped around a foot long flesh colored dildo which was halfway down her throat. The sex toy was the source of her gagging sound.
Tabitha plucked the toy from between her lips and blinked away the tears. She had obviously been trying to deep-throat the toy. I backed away and closed the door behind me without saying a word. I went to my room with an erection in my jeans. Sister or not that sight was enough to inspire any healthy young man with serious wood. I picked up my book and sat on my bed.
