Hi gang...here's another new one for your perusal. To all my readers, I say thank you in advance, and encourage you all, new and old, to send me your thoughts and feedback on this story. I hope you enjoy it.
As always, all characters are consenting adults, over the age of eighteen, and fictional.
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Pssst! Come here. I have to tell you something.
I. Love. Women.
Especially women with great eyes. Great big eyes, with long lashes. Big blue eyes... or green ones. Even brown eyes, as long as they're big, and expressive, with sexy, long lashes, that flutter like butterfly wings when she bats them at me. Eyes like Emma Stone has. Emily DiDonato. Mila Kunis. Eyes that make you melt.
Oh, and lips... Soft, pouty, kissable lips. I suppose any discussion of lips probably starts with Angelina Jolie. Scarlett Johansson has nice lips too. Kat Dennings. Eva Green. DiDonato qualifies here, too. So, women with great eyes and kissable lips are high on my list.
Nice hair. Yeah, that's another thing. Long, lustrous, luxuriant, sexy hair. The colour is not that important... No, wait, maybe it is. Red has always been a favourite of mine. Long, sexy, red hair, big green eyes, with long lashes... and big pouty lips. That's it.
Of course, a really nice ass is always welcome. Firm, muscular... With that classic inverted heart shape. The kind of ass you can get a good grip on while she's riding your cock, or while you're fucking her standing up, with her long, smooth legs wrapped around your waist. Yeah, that's it... That's all I need. A chick with a great ass, nice, long legs, and sexy red hair down to the middle of her back. That's it... and those big eyes... big green eyes... and pouty, kissable, cocksucking lips. Yeah. That'll do.
Oh, one more thing. Well, two actually. Tits. Boobs. Jugs. Hooters. You get the idea. A nice, big pair of thick nippled, bouncy melons, there for the taking.
So I guess what I'm saying is that I really like redheads, with big tits, nice butts, long legs, pretty green eyes and full kissable lips. Pretty specific, I know. One could look far and wide for a woman just like that, and never find one that fit all the criteria.
Or, one could look in the house where I grew up. The place was crawling with them. Three sisters... actually one older one, Erica, twenty-three, who already checked all the boxes, and two younger ones, the twins, Sarah and Sylvia. They were only thirteen years old now, but would soon blossom as well, if Erica was any indication.
Of course, there was also the prototype... Mom. Oedipus would have a field day. With a ten year gap between her oldest and youngest children, she had obviously captivated Dad as well. Now forty-four, she didn't look it, and took pretty good care of herself.
I suppose it's only natural that I have become more than slightly obsessed with that specific list of physical characteristics. I grew up with them, day in, day out. To me, that's what a woman was supposed to look like.
My mother and I were always close. I was her only son, so I got a lot of attention. I guess I was a 'mommy's boy', but I never had a problem with that. As I grew up, I rather enjoyed it, being enveloped in one of my Mother's soft hugs.
***
I'm Steve. I turned eighteen last April, and as close as I always have been with my Mother, I think I've been even closer with my big sister.
I know some families have friction between siblings, but that really wasn't us. Sibling rivalry was unknown. Maybe the age differences were a factor. Erica and the twins are ten years apart, and I'm right in the middle, five years from each extreme. Whatever the reason, we really were one big, happy family.
Erica and I shared everything with each other. That's probably how we got so close.
When Erica was going through puberty, and was feeling weird about herself and the changes she was going through, I was there. I had no idea what was going on, being seven at the time, I think, but she needed a hug, and I was happy to give her one. The same was true when she lost her first boyfriend, and when high school got to be overwhelming.
She returned the favour more times than I could count, and being older, her comfort was more than just a token gesture. Getting my first girlfriend. Losing my first girlfriend. I was eight, so a girlfriend was a friend that just happened to be a girl. Later, when 'girlfriend' started to mean more, she was there, explaining how girls thought differently about things than boys. She was truly my best friend.
As I started to notice and appreciate the fairer sex, I also noticed that my sister was a girl. Yeah, I know...no shit, Sherlock. What I mean is...she was becoming a miniature version of Mom, only better.
By the time she turned eighteen, the term 'miniature' no longer applied. My sister was all grown up, and she was, without a doubt, a certified, iron clad, card carrying fox.
Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it. To my eyes, she had always been that way, but now... Wow! Picture Anne Hathaway, but with longer hair, that was more red than brown. Her huge eyes were a darker green than most I've seen. She was very, very pretty.
Her body was another matter entirely. With all due respect to the fact that she was my sister...oh my fucking god! She had developed... and I do mean DE-VEL-OPED...the curves of a stripper. A medium tall, gorgeous, slim and stacked goddess, she attracted the attention of every guy within sight.
I was among them.
Fantasies involving her started to take root in my mind, fuelling my early adolescence...and then she left...to get married.
***
I was in my sister's wedding party. It's not hard to find me in all the wedding photos. I'm the one wearing the rented tuxedo and the scowl. The scowl was not a rental ; it was all mine. In retrospect, I feel a bit embarrassed that I ruined her pictures.
All but one, anyway.
She had dragged me off alone, and had the photographer take a few shots of just the two of us. Erica's smile was at its radiant best that day, as you would expect of a bride, and I had a pretty good one on my face as well for those few pictures. Being reunited with her, even for a day, always made me smile.
My favourite is the one where she's holding my head, pressed against her chest, just above her big boobs. If you look closely... and I have, several times, believe me... you can see my chin dipping into the soft crease of cleavage that her gown displayed that day. Sigh. Such good memories.
Unfortunately, I wasn't invited to the rest of her life. The ceremony ended with the usual...the happy couple, leaving together, and starting a new journey. Leaving their old lives behind.
Leaving
me
behind.
I was devastated, but tried not to be angry. Not with Erica, anyway. Her husband, Eddie? Let's just say that my Eddie voodoo doll would have been getting a workout, if I'd had one. I hated him. Loathed him. Wished him a quick but painful death. Okay, maybe not that quick.
I wanted my big sister back. I wanted my friend back. I never thought about it from her point of view.
Soon, Erica was pregnant. Mom was thrilled, as were my other sisters, but the thought of Eddie doing...that...with my Erica, made me ill. Nonetheless, my sister was going to be a Mommy, and I had no doubt she'd be a great one.
Or not.
A miscarriage ended the pregnancy, and Eddie showed his true colours, jumping in bed with someone else. The infidelity ended the marriage. In a few months, my sister had gone from happily married and pregnant, to betrayed, divorced and emotionally wrecked. I now wished Eddie's death would be preceded by months of agony, unless I was present. If that was the case, I would joyfully crush the life out of him for what he did to my best friend.
***
That was two years ago, and Erica had built a new life since then. Unwilling to move back home, she'd done what she could to recover her independence. She held on to her apartment, and got a job befitting her skills.
She didn't have any. Skills that is. Getting married as young as she did, to her high school boyfriend, she hadn't needed to go beyond summer jobs, and hers had run toward the 'table waiting' end of the spectrum. Waitresses generally don't pull in a lot of cash, but those of a specific type do a little better than average.
Cocktail waitresses. They did better on tips, and for that job she was amply qualified. I do mean 'amply'.
I'm getting ahead of myself, though. Just after my high-school graduation, my parents suggested that I might want to talk to my sister about moving in with her. No, they didn't hate me that much. I was going to be attending college in the fall, and the campus was mere blocks from my sister's apartment. It was meant as a symbiotic move ; I needed a place to live, and she needed a roommate to help her make ends meet. After a short negotiation regarding the rent, Erica agreed to risk having her little brother disrupt her life.
I showed up at her door with a suitcase and a few boxes. I noticed that she hadn't reverted to her maiden name, and the building directory listed her as 'Erica McDonald'. Dad had given me a ride, and helped me move the boxes, then hung around for a while to make sure everything was cool between us. He needn't have worried.
"Hey Gig!" Erica smiled as she let us in. She looked good. Oh hell, she looked fantastic!
"Howdy, Hugs," I replied, then stepped in to get one. Her arms opened wide, and I felt the delicious softness of her breasts against me again. I had really missed them, err, that.
Surprisingly, I had also missed her pet name for me. I suppose my name for her, 'Hugs', is pretty self explanatory. Hers will be a bit more work.
Being her little brother, 'Stevie' was automatic. The mutations began as we grew up, and started using each other for emotional support. When I was upset, Erica would hold me, until I felt better, but she wouldn't let me leave until I gave her a smile and a laugh. The smile was easy, but sometimes the laugh took longer. Sometimes it took a little extra, and that's where the tickle came in. Before long, she'd have me giggling and squirming. I became 'Stevie-giggles', then just 'Giggles', before it was shortened to 'Gig'.
"Jeez Gig, you've gotten bigger," she laughed, feeling my shoulders, "and taller. It'll be handy having you here for stuff on the top shelves."
I had, indeed, filled out and up a bit since I had last spent any significant time with my sister. I wasn't the only one.
Erica seemed a bit more buxom to my eyes, with a more pronounced hourglass shape. It looked good on her. I just couldn't say it in front of my Dad.
I knew that Mom and Dad had tried to help Erica out with some cash from time to time, but she had refused. Pride, I guess, but providing me with a home made it an exchange of services, not charity, so it was accepted.
Dad had served his purpose on this trip, and had a long drive home ahead of him, so he gave each of us a hug, and headed out, leaving us alone together.
In a perfect world, we would have just picked up where we left off, but Erica had been living alone for nearly two years now, and she had become accustomed to doing things her way. I was going to take some getting used to.
"Okay, Hugs, are there any roomie ground rules I need to know about?" I asked, after I unpacked. I could only see her feet, and the top of her head, as she lounged on the couch with the remote in her hand. I took a few steps closer, and got a better view over the back of the couch. More like an eyeful.
Erica was wearing her nightgown, such as it was. Essentially an oversized, light blue t-shirt, with a v-neck, it had seen better days, and was tissue paper thin. Her attention was on the TV, so she didn't see my eyes bug out.
Her full, round breasts were barely covered, and her nipples tented the thin fabric where it stretched over the smooth curves. The neckline was tugged off centre, showing me the crease of cleavage between her boobs. She had one leg drawn up, and her pink panties were peeking out.
My silence got her attention at last, and she looked up at me, catching me ogling her. There was a gasp, and she realized what she was wearing, and what I was seeing.
"Shit!" she hissed, and leapt to her feet, dashing into her room. Her retreat only added to the situation, as I saw most of one large breast and half a nipple as her big tits swung unrestrained under her shirt. I also caught about half her firm ass, with a pink string up the middle, before she disappeared behind her door.
I closed my eyes, and exhaled.
Great start
