Blackmailing Cousin Vicki

Chapter 1: Introduction

I was all snuggled in my bed, comforter pulled right up to my chin and sleeping soundly when the annoying blair of my alarm clock wakes me up at a bright and early 7 a.m.. Pushing off the covers, I swing my feet over the edge of the bed and sit up. Rubbing my eyes it takes a minute before I can see the green, LED digits on the small box that has been a pain in my ass for as long as I can remember. Tired and annoyed I stand up and walk out of my bedroom. First time I see light is when I am in the bathroom and I turn it on. Blinking what feels like a ton, I finally see my reflection in the mirror and sigh. Wearing a pair of sweats and a tank top, my hair is a frazzled mess and without makeup I look rather plain. Stripping off my clothes I turn around and get in the shower.

That is where I wake up. That and a finger, hehe. Anyways I do the usual girl stuff, wash my hair, soap then my legs and pits. Last but not least, I touch up my bikini line. Stepping out of the shower I feel refreshed and ready, sort of, to start the day. Of course if I had it my way I wouldn't be up right now, I would still be in bed sleeping in. You see this is my last summer before I go off to Boston College in the fall and I plan on taking advantage of every minute of freedom I have before I have to dedicate myself to the grind of school. Unlike high school, I know higher education is not going to be easy. Back then I skated with subpar grades and spent more time playing hooky and getting high than I did studying. I'm not stupid, but school and I just don't really mix.

Standing in front of the mirror naked as the day I was born, I look at my reflection and smile. I may not be the hottest girl in town, but I turn my fair share of heads. With that maybe I should tell you a little bit more about myself. My name is Jessica McPherson, 18 years old and a recent graduate of Westborough High School. I'm pretty average I think, I'm about 5 ft 6 and 125 pounds. I have black hair that I keep shoulder length and my eye color is hazel. I am considered petite and I wear a 34B cup bra. Normally I don't make a big deal about my chest, but from time to time I'll put on one of those padded Wonder bras to give my girls a little extra va-voom when I'm feeling a little insecure. My tits aren't bad, they are just on the smaller side but incredibly perky! I also like to keep a little something above my vajayjay, a nice and neatly trimmed V of jet black pubic hair.

After admiring my reflection I could not help but smile as I go about brushing my teeth, doing my hair and my makeup. Even though the hour's early, today is a great day because my cousin is coming over for a whole week...

Before this week I never, ever looked forward to seeing her. Why? Because she is a two-faced bitch. Growing up with her I think I should know because even though she lived an hour away, it seemed like she was over or I was over at her house all the time and that's because her mom and my mom are sisters and practically best friends. Around the adults she would always act like little miss perfect, grown-up, mature and sophisticated. Once their backs were turned her true colors would emerge. Arrogant, selfish and proud, nobody liked her but they all wanted to be around her.

Why?

Because she's hot.

Really hot.

Like skinny with really, really big boobs and can fill out a pair of jeans hot.

Her name? Victoria Elaine Black.

When we were kids we got along great. She was sweet, nice and all around fun, but when she hit puberty, she did a 360! Even though I am a week older than her, she got her first bra at 10 years old while I had to wait until I was 12. When I was getting my first training bra, she was already in a B cup and boy did she let me know. There wasn't a moment that I can remember that she wouldn't shove those boobs in my face or make fun of me for being so much smaller. Where she got them? Nobody knows because no one on either side of the family has a rack. There is us and then there is Vicki and while everyone fawns over her, I don't.

Why?

Because like her personality, her body is fake too.

First off, she's a cake face. For those of you who do not know what that means, it mean she wears way too much makeup because she is trying too hard to look older. Next is her body. She isn't just skinny, she looks like a twig! Narrow shoulders, skinny waist and practically no hips, I don't know how anyone can believe that her oversized curves are natural. 30H bazookas? Come on! Not only are they way too big for her chest, but they sit high and look like missiles! It must be her bra because not only are they ungodly big, but they jiggle all the time. Like all the time. She can't take a step without those big bombs bouncing and bobbling. It's ridiculous! And then her butt? It's a bubble sitting on top of two sticks. Like nothing, nothing, nothing, boom there's her butt! But even worse than that is her privates. Miss Thing has a camel toe that would make a camel cry and her bush is so big and so thick that it's like she has her own private rainforest in her panties...

Maybe it's because she is so big that no one can fathom that it is anything but real. Me? I had a feeling early on and over the years the hints kept coming. For one, she is always fiddling with her bra. I mean like every 15 minutes it seems like. Whenever she bends over at the waist that bubble sticks straight up and straight out. When she sits her jeans slip and the top of her ass crack hangs out. Looking straight at it it's barely is distinguishable, but when looking from the side it becomes painfully obvious that something is odd back there. Finally there's that big pussy. She's always touching it or reaching down her pants to scratch her pubic hair when she thinks no one is looking. It's almost like watching a guy adjust his junk.

Then there was the little bed wetting issue she had up until she was 14 years old. If she was so mature and developed, why would she still having accidents on a near nightly basis? I know this because I lived through it. Every time she spent the night my mother would have to wash the sheets in the morning. Oh and she is constipated too. She has to take a laxative every night at dinner time so she can go poop before bed. She also never seemed to show any interest in guys until she found out I had a crush on Nick, my next door neighbor. Like the arrogant, pretentious cunt that she is, she swooped in and swept him off his feet.

But even with all of that evidence, all of those hints, I could never prove it. Even when she would prance around at night wearing just her T-shirt and white satin panty briefs. For years I would sometimes ask myself if I was just jealous. Jealous that she had so much more that I secretly craved, but then all I had to do was watch her for too long and my suspicions would immediately return.

Which brings us back to why I'm so excited for her to come over for the week. Just three weeks ago I was at her 18th birthday party and it was while she was struggling to take a dump when my long time suspicions were confirmed.

Victoria Black stuffs.

So why was Vicki taking a dump in the middle of the afternoon? God only knows but even the best laid plans and schedules get messed up. That's just life. Anyways prior to her running in the house clutching her stomach, she spent the majority of her party hanging out with her friends and flirting. Wearing a little white dress with with birthday cakes and presents printed all over it and a big and thick black belt wrapped around her stomach, she looked just like a birthday girl with her long red hair cascading down her back in waves. Of course she was not showing any cleavage like usual even though the dress hugged her enormous bossom like a second skin before flaring out below the belt and stopping at her knees. Covering her feet were a pair of pink four inch high heels. That's the only way she can be tall, by cheating. Also she's a bottle redhead. I probably should have mentioned that earlier, but oh well. That day was unusually hot and for most of the afternoon I had to watch her laugh at bad jokes as she showed off her cans and talked to her friends as if only what she had to say mattered. Even eating cake had to be a show because the entire time she kept re-crossing her legs in order to show off her overflowing panties. That girl flashed her big taco at least ten times and each time there was a cadre of guys looking!

How they could enjoy it at all with all that hair sticking out along either side of it is beyond me, but they were drooling. Me? I saw two skinny thighs flanking a pussy that didn't belong.

Thankfully it was not long after cake and ice cream when Vicki started touching her stomach and bending her left knee. Then when her ankles crossed and she started to crouch and her eyes opened wide, I knew what was coming. Growing up I had seen this plenty of times when the bitch would walk around my living room in her T-shirt and panties. When she started gasping softly is when she would run up the stairs, her bubble butt bouncing the seat of her panties hard as it shook side to side with each thunderous step. When she pivoted on her heels and tried her best to walk away as regally as she could, the big titty show was finally over.

When I saw her 10 minutes later I was surprised to find the door partly open! Usually she closes it tight and locks it, but I guess the desperation was too much and she was more concerned about getting it out then maintaining her privacy. Little did I know how fortuitous it would be at the time for when I looked she was hovering her ass above the toilet with the skirt of her dress bunched up around her waist, pushing and grunting.

"UUUUUNNNGGGGGHHHHH!!!"

So distracted by the size of the log coming out of her ass, I failed to notice anything at first until the giant turd hit the water with a loud splash! When she sat down proper to pee, which sounded like a racehorse by the way, is when I looked at her panties bunched up around her sparkling birthday heels. Even from my limited view point I could tell that they weren't empty per se and when she leaned in order to wipe her ass is when I got a better view. Those panties were positively loaded! I mean, not only did I see a big piece of foam that has to be her butt padding, but I also saw a smaller cut out that had to be none other than her juicy pussy sitting on top of a boat load of wadded-up hair! When she bent over and started pulling up her panties is when the fake pussy and pubic hair fell right out from the leg holes and onto the floor. Stifling a laugh, I watched as those panties, with her fake butt hanging halfway out the bottom, slide up her being pole like legs till she inadvertently flashed her REAL crotch and ass. Not one strand of hair, it was completely bald and her butt was completely flat and really small! So much for being developed...

When she adjusted her butt and grabbed her fake crotch and puberty off of the floor and re-stuffed them in her underwear, I assumed the show was over. As I was getting ready to leave, she walked up to the sink and instead of washing her hands, she was reaching around her back and started unzipping her dress! Surprised, turn back around and continue to watch as she pulls the thick white strap from her shoulders then pulls the top of her dress down to expose her bra. For years I have had to stare at those big, jiggly boobs and for years I hated it.

But I had never seen her bra. Nope, not once but here I am seeing it for the first time and boy it was a Goliath! I mean just the torso straps were bigger then the cups of my bra! Stretching from her armpits Midway down her ribcage, the bra was definitely heavy duty and meant to contain and control. Jutting out nearly a foot were her tits.

Victoria Black's epic boobs!

Easily the size of her head each, those massive, undulating udders were completely covered in white satin. The straps over her shoulders were easily an inch thick and the cups were made up of three large panels stitch together into a point at each end. Between them the bridge stretched from the ends of the double underwire to just above the center of her swells. From there thick bands ran to the shoulder straps finishing the complete enclosure. Then she stood there and stared, a slow smile stretched across her face as she reached up to touch them. When her hands squeezed, she barely made a dent in them, but soon started giggling when she made them jiggle and bounce.

"Hehehehehehe! I love how jiggly and big these boobs are. Rawr! They makes guys eager to please and girls weak in the knees... Uh, uh, uh... So hot and so sexy... Uh! Uh! Uh!" Talking to herself Vicki squishes them high then lets the drop!

*BOING, BOING, BOING!*

Still bouncing and bobbling all over the place, she finally reached up her back and grabbed the clasp of her bra. Unhooking all seven of them one at a time, I watched the tight torso straps go loose instantly and the giant boobs instantly dropped. When she finally took it off and set it on the counter, I was actually shocked at how small she still was!

Not even bumps, her nipples were smaller than dimes!

My cousin Vicki, AKA the busty babe, Miss Big Boobs was completely and utterly flat-chested! When I looked to the counter as she took a hand towel and wiped her chest off, I took a good, hard look at her bra and saw the big baggies still stuffed inside.

That is when I decided to sneak off and return to the party. Smiling from ear-to-ear when I emerged out the back door, I was thrilled to finally learn the truth after all of these years.

There was just one problem.

I forgot to get pictures!