Part 2
Blake
I did indeed dream of my little sister and all the things I wanted to do to her. I'd dreamt she teased me until I gave in, which didn't take much effort from her. I smiled at the thought, my hips rubbing against the bed to relieve some of the ache from my boner.
You know when you can feel someone's gaze on you? That's how I feel right now. I slowly opened my eyes to the sight of two large melons in my face. I thought I was still asleep, just dreaming within a dream so I leaned forward and pressed my head between her massive cleavage.
"What are you doing Blake?" -- the person said. My eyes flew open and I glanced up to see my little sister peer down at me with one eyebrow up. I immediately jumped back, the movement waking Dean.
"What the hell?" -- Dean muttered in his groggy voice. "What's going on?"
"Ahhh, nothing. I just woke up." I turned to Chelsea. "What's up?"
Chelsea leaned on my side of the bed and right then I realized what she had on, what little she had on I mean. My sister sported what looked like cotton booty shorts with a spaghetti strap tank top. One of the straps fell off her shoulder when she leaned on the bed, causing the top to be dangerously close to exposing her right boob. The damn thing basically only covered her nipple, which was a hard-little peek from the cold air. How those little straps held up those jugs are beyond me.
"It's so cool in here, but it's warm in other parts of the house so I can't even wear my favorite pajamas," -- Chelsea stated.
"What are your favorite pajamas?"
Chelsea beamed at me, "It's a fuzzy bunny onesie. I don't even need covers when I wear it, but my room got pretty warm last night I had to wear this," she said gesturing at her clothes.
"Oh...cute," I said. "Who's cooking breakfast? I'm starving." I looked over at Dean and he turned away from me. "I'm not cooking." Chelsea stared at me then sighed. "I guess I'll cook, but you guys shouldn't get use to this."
"Right." -- I said.
"I'll cook tomorrow," Dean muttered in his pillow.
"Okay, well I'll go get started." Chelsea left out our room and I stared at her ass the entire way. Her cheeks hung from the bottom of those shorts and I just wanted to squeeze them.
"Dean, did you see her?" Dean groaned, his legs moving around before settling again. "Dude get up." I shook him then smack him hard on his ass. He barely flinched. I poked him all over; his neck, sides, back, butt and he still didn't move. I decided on one more thing. I pointed my index finger at my target and struck him right where his hole should be. Dean jumped from the intrusion, flipping over quicker than I registered, grabbing my neck and pushing me on the bed.
"Don't do that anymore Blake," he said with his grip still tight around my neck. It was then I realized how close he was to me.
"Okay...gosh, I was just playing."
"Yea, well don't." Dean pulled back and I looked down to see he had a huge boner. He caught where my gaze went then grabbed his pillow and hit me with it. "Why do you think I stayed on my stomach. Chelsea's boobs are perfect."
"I know right!" I swung my cover off me, revealing my own boner except I didn't have anything covering me.
"Damn dude. Put that thing away," Dean said.
"What? Jealous because I'm hung?"
"I have more on you and you know it." He did. Dean was huge and part of me was jealous but I was also a good length at 7 inches soft. He was at least 9 inches soft judging by his bulge. Why was I still looking at it?
"See something you like," Dean said with a grin.
"Shut up." I turned and was about to walk out the room until I realized I was still naked. I went to one of the two drawers Dean had for me and grab some shorts, not worrying about underwear.
I walked to the kitchen to see how far Chelsea was with breakfast. It hadn't been long since she came down here herself, so I wasn't expecting much. When I entered the room, she was kneeling on the counter to reach into the upper cabinets. Her plump ass jiggled under her shorts as she searched for...whatever.
"What are you looking for?" -- I asked. The question must've startled her because she jumped so hard, that she almost fell off the counter.
"Shit, you scared me. I was looking for some pancake mix. Do you have any?"
"Yea, it's down here." I reached into one of the lower cabinets and grabbed the box of pancake mix. Chelsea shoulders slumped. "Seriously? I would've never looked there. Most people would keep it up here," she said.
"Yea well our mom isn't most people. She's backwards."
"Yea, I see that," Chelsea said. She moved to attempt to get down, knocking over a glass that was near the sink that hit the ground, breaking into pieces. Chelsea looked up at me with the most dreaded look on her face, "Sorry. I'll buy a new one to replace it. I didn't see it."
"Chill little sis. It's no big deal. We have a ton more. Come here." After putting on my house shoes, I reached for her to lift her from the counter as I didn't want her to risk stepping on glass. I wrapped an arm around the back of her thighs, lifting her above me. Her plump breasts rested against my head but I didn't say anything. I carried her over to the dining room and slowly let her body slide down mine, taking in how her smooth curves felt against me. I once again grazed my hand over her ass before she settled on her feet. "Stay here until I clean this up." She nodded and I went to grab a broom and sweep up the broken pieces. Once done, I told Chelsea to put on slippers to be safe. She resumed prepping before she started with the pancakes with bacon on the stove as well. I watched as she stepped back and forth between the stove and the fridge. I couldn't take my eyes off her massive tits. They were so big and plump, not like fake tits were, but they rested enough to know they're real but was also lifted at the same time. Fuck, I wanted the straps on that top to break so I could see them again. The few peeks I got yesterday wasn't enough. Soon, I realized I was getting hard which was obvious since I didn't put underwear on.
I turned to leave the kitchen until Chelsea called for me. I peered over my shoulder, "Huh?"
"Can you open this for me? I always messed these up when my friends cooked them." Chelsea held a can of the Pillsbury biscuit that we loved so much. I squeezed my dick and adjusted myself before turning to head towards my tempting little sister. I took the can from her and easily cracked it open by twisting it then proceeded to separate each biscuit on the cookie sheet my sister prepared.
"You make it look so easy," Chelsea said.
"Well... it is easy." She peered at me before rolling her eyes and turning back to the stove and start on the bacon.
After placing the biscuits in the heated oven, I rested against the counter and watched my sister. She looked up at me, frowning when she noticed my gaze on her. "What?"
"Nothing."
"Why are you looking at me?"
"I can't look at you?" I said with a smile.
"....yea it's just weird."
I looked away. "So tell me about your time at that boarding school. How was it?"
