Changing Room Connections

Gabrielle Barnes sighed as her mother looked her over, frowning ever so slightly.

“Hmm. I’m not so sure this is the one for you. The bra doesn’t quite accentuate your tits right.” Rachel said thoughtfully.

“There’s not that much to accentuate, Mom.” Gabby rolled her eyes. “Unlike Val and Ariel, I didn’t inherit all… that.”

Gabby made a gesture in the general direction of Rachel’s chest. Rachel’s current attire only emphasized Gabby’s point, as the Barnes matriarch was currently clad in a fully sheer black bra, which showed off her thick nipples and her ample pale breasts, pressed together to form a frankly mouthwatering cleavage. Gabby had always been jealous of Rachel and Ariel for being able to be so… shockingly busty. And now Val could do it too! Gabby had lost some kind of genetic lottery, it seemed.

“Don’t talk like you’re flat chested, honey. You have amazing boobs.” Rachel admonished.

“I’m basically the same size as Dana, and she looks way bustier than me because she’s tiny.” Gabby scoffed.

“Gabrielle Claire Barnes!” Rachel huffed, putting her hands on her hips. “You have an amazing set of tits, just look at these.”

Before Gabby could say anything, she found her mother’s hands cupping her large breasts, squeezing and jiggling them.

“Mom!” Gabby exclaimed, but Rachel was undeterred.

“Baby, you need to accept you’re busty and gorgeous.” Rachel shook her head. “I’ll call Jace or David in here and have them tell you if you don’t believe me.”

“Do not call David into here!” Gabby exclaimed.

“But you don’t mind if I call Jace?” Rachel asked innocently, still palming Gabby’s breasts.

“Don’t call anybody!” Gabby protested, but her next argument was interrupted by a shiver as her mother’s fingers brushed her nipples, and Rachel glanced down.

“Oops. Sorry, didn’t mean to get quite so handsy.” Rachel laughed. She leaned in and gave Gabby a peck on the cheek, her huge pale tits squashing up against Gabby as she did so.

“U-uh, it’s fine.” Gabby blushed, seeing in the dressing room mirror that her nipples were very, very noticeable right now. Her mother’s hands on her breasts had gotten her a little worked up. She felt dirty about that, but, well… she’d done much, much worse with her little sister.

And Gabby adored Val’s big soft melons. If Val got as busty as their mother was, whew. Gabby might need some exercises in self control around Val at that point.

“Gabby!” Rachel’s voice interjected, and the dark-haired teenager jolted.

“Huh?” Gabby blurted guiltily.

“I said try this one on.” Rachel repeated impatiently, thrusting out a sky blue lingerie top. On Gabby’s lower half she was already wearing a red high-waisted thong that clung nicely to her curvaceous hips and showed off her fit pale ass, plus of course the vivid red heart tattoo she had on one of her cheeks.

A slightly hesitant Gabby undid her current top, which Rachel put firmly into the no pile. Gabby pulled on the sky blue one, adjusting the girls a bit as necessary. She supposed she wasn’t exactly small in the tit department. It was just hard not to feel that way with Val, Ariel, and Rachel prancing around like Aphrodite incarnate. Gabby certainly didn’t struggle with body image issues, she was a very confident young woman, but she was also a rather jealous young woman.

And despite how sexy it made her look, Gabby was particularly jealous that her little sister was so much more stacked than her. Val might even have Ariel beat in a few years, it was certainly looking that way.

“There we go!” Rachel cheered. “Look at you.”

She came up behind Gabby in the mirror, putting her hands casually on her hips. Rachel likely thought nothing of it, she’d always been a very touchy mother, but right now, it just added a bit of fuel to the small flame blossoming inside Gabby. Rachel’s bosom pressed lightly into Gabby’s shoulder blades as mother and daughter took in the view, and Gabby hated to admit it, but Rachel had picked out a good top.

The sky blue lingerie top was strapless, and did an excellent job creating mouthwatering cleavage, pressing Gabby’s tits up very enticingly.

Rachel let out a noise of enthusiasm and picked up her phone, which had been laying on top of her discarded sundress. Gabby’s eyes widened as Rachel lifted her phone and snapped some photos.

“Mom! I’m barely covered.” Gabby gasped.

“Oh, hush. It’s not like I’m sending it to anyone. What, you think I’m going to message your father telling him to look how much his baby girl’s grown up?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.

“No, of course not. I’m more worried about you deciding to play matchmaker and text somebody like Jace.” Gabby said warily.

“Trust me, baby, that’s going to happen whether I interfere or not.” Rachel grinned. “Though it would mean I have to pay Claire her winnings.”

Gabrielle’s mother looked slightly disappointed at that, and Gabby was just incredulous.

“You and your friends bet on my love life?” Gabby asked, eyebrows raised.

“No, of course not! We’ve been betting on Jace’s love life. You’re just Claire’s pick.” Rachel explained.

“Huh.” Gabby said, filing that information away mentally. “Who’d you pick?”

“Amy.” Rachel said unabashedly. “Those two are head over heels for each other, they just need to wise up and figure that out.”

“I dunno, it seems like Skylar was the safest bet.” Gabby contemplated. “What about Aunt Dani?”

“Brooklyn, if you can believe it. I’m worried she might try and use Dana to help her win that one, you know.” Rachel scoffed. “Brooklyn’s got her crush, sure, but Jace needs a more wild woman than her.”

“Somebody like you?” Gabby laughed.

“Oh, I’ve thought about it.” Rachel said mischievously.

“Mom!” Gabby gasped.

“What? He’s a handsome young man, and has all the best features of my very sexy best friend. I’d be stupid to turn that down. But while I would be an excellent Mrs. Holland-”

“Jesus Christ.” Gabby shook her head.

“I think you’d be plenty spirited enough to keep him in check while having plenty of fun too.” Rachel continued like Gabby hadn’t interjected.

“Yet you chose Amy as your pick for his girlfriend?” Gabby raised her eyebrows.

“I didn’t pick her because I thought she’d be best for him, I picked her because it’s pretty obvious that that busty little ginger is Jace’s Kryptonite.” Rachel said smugly. “Prize is as good as mine.”

“And what is the prize?” Gabby wondered.

“That is a secret, I’m afraid. We’ve all sworn not to repeat it to anybody until said prize comes to pass.” Rachel said solemnly.

“Wow, it must be something big.” Gabby said, surprised.

“Oh, it is. Makes it a real mixed bag about you and Jace getting together. On one hand, I’ve wanted mine and Dani’s kids to couple up forever, but on the other hand, Claire would win. That’s why I’ve been helping Val so much, you know.” Rachel pointed out.

“You’re insane.” Gabby stared. “You’re playing with your daughters’ lives to win a bet?”

“First of all, either you or Val would make him a very happy man.” Rachel said pointedly. One small part of Gabby’s mind whispered out of the blue a half-formed fantasy that Gabby could only barely piece together.

It swirled wildly in Gabby’s mind, but said swirl resolved into a hazy image of two dark-haired girls kissing passionately while stroking a big cock together, the owner of said cock with his arms lovingly around the girls.

“-but I really do not want to lose this bet, baby. If you’re really set on Jace, I’ll help, of course, but you’re sure there’s nobody else you’re interested in?”

“Sorry, what?” Gabby blinked.

“Are you feeling OK? You’ve been zoned out all day.” Rachel frowned.

“It’s just… I think I’m gonna head home. Just have a bit of a headache.” Gabby shrugged.

“You feeling alright? I could always take you over to see Dr. Esme.” Rachel verified, but Gabby waved her off.

“Mom, I’m fine, really. Enjoy your shopping with your friends.” Gabby insisted.

“Hmm, alright, then.” Rachel said, still looking at her intently. “Drive safe.”

She planted a warm kiss on Gabby’s cheek, and Gabby gave her mother a smile.

“You are going to change before walking out, right?” Rachel reminded her as she reached for the doorknob.

“Oh!” Gabby gasped, remembering what she was wearing.

“Oh, and Gabrielle, make sure you buy that thong. It looks fantastic on you.” Rachel said proudly.

“Will do.” Gabby laughed.

———

Jace Holland was leaned back on a regrettably uncomfortable bench just outside the changing room, waiting for the female members of his group to finish changing. David sat on a very similar bench a few feet away, just about far enough that talking to him would be a little awkward. The boys were sat in silence, David on his phone, Jace staring at the ceiling, though he lowered his eyes back to earth when he heard a changing room door opening.

“Where you off to?” Jace asked as Gabby came walking out of the changing room. She was back in her wine red T-shirt and very snug black jeans. Her gorgeous curves were clearly accentuated, and the neckline of the T-shirt hinted at cleavage more than showed it, but it did a good job hugging her breasts.

“Oh, I’m just heading home. Been a bit, uh, out of it.” Gabby waved him off, but Jace frowned in concern.

“Are you OK?” he asked, and she nodded.

“Yeah, just… Mom can be a lot sometimes.” Gabby shrugged.

“Wanna step into my office? We don’t have a comfy couch for you to lay on, but we do have this shitty bench.” Jace gestured.

“I’ll pass.” Gabby said dryly, rolling her beautiful blue eyes. “And the bench is probably so shitty so that pervs like you don’t get too comfy trying to ogle girls in lingerie.”

“First of all, I was invited to ogle girls in lingerie.” Jace protested. Gabby laughed.

“Speaking of, you’re depriving me of that sacred duty by leaving early.” Jace said, pointing to the lingerie clustered in Gabby’s arm. He spotted a thong in her pile that he very much wanted to see Gabby in someday.

“How tragic for you. You only have four women to ogle now.” Gabby smirked.

“Come on, have a seat. We can ogle them together.” Jace offered.

“I really should be heading home.” Gabby hesitated.

“To do what? Sit around?” Jace raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Gabby shrugged.

“Hey, if you wanna go be boring, suit yourself.” Jace lifted his hands in surrender.

With a huff, Gabby dropped herself down next to Jace, shoving the lingerie on her arm into his lap so she could lean back and get comfy. The bench wasn’t quite big enough for two people, and her thigh was touching his, but neither teenager minded that too much.

“Are they all still changed?” Gabby asked, and Jace nodded.

“Yeah, I haven’t seen any of them.” Jace nodded.

The pair sat in silence for a moment or two, before Gabby glanced sideways at him.

“You surprised me today in gym class.” Gabby said quietly.

“With Ana?” Jace guessed.

“Yeah. I thought with how close you were to Skylar and all, you wouldn’t touch Ana with a ten foot pole. Surely you have to know Skylar won’t like that, even you’re not that dumb.”

“Ouch.” Jace winced. “You’re right though. Skylar definitely won’t be happy. I don’t know why I did it either. Well, OK, I know why I did it, but-”

“Thinking with the wrong head, huh?” Gabby chuckled.

“It’s becoming a habit, unfortunately.” Jace nodded.

“Uh huh.” Gabby agreed.

“Speaking of me being dumb… how pissed off is Val?” Jace asked.

“Oh, I’m not getting in the middle of you two.” Gabby shook her head. “You just need to treat her better. A lot better.”

“It’s not like I try to keep her at arm’s length, I’m just always so busy.” Jace lamented. “I don’t have the time to show her just how much I care about her.”

“That’s bullshit, Jace.” Gabby folded her arms beneath her breasts. “You’re sitting right here in a lingerie store when you could be with Val right now, talking to her about this, not me.”

“You’re right.” Jace sighed. “My priorities are all screwed up.”

“Yeah, and you are dating somebody too, in case you forgot.” Gabby pointed out.

“Oh, Liv has been pushing me to get with girls my age. She’s fully behind that effort.” Jace said with a small smile.

“How does somebody as dumb as you get so lucky?” Gabby shook her head, laughing softly.

“I must have been some kind of saint in my past life. Only explanation.” Jace shrugged.

Gabby scoffed. “Look, if you’re really serious about Val, just spend some damn time with her. She’s head over heels for you, for some reason. You just need to show her how much you care about her.”

“Yeah, and this time, lock the door.” Jace nodded thoughtfully.

Gabby snickered. “Val was mad at Mom for days after she interrupted you two. Of course, she couldn’t do anything about it, because if Dad found out, he’d hunt you down.”

“I’ve definitely never been less happy to see your mom.” Jace laughed. “Though I’m very glad it wasn’t your dad.”

“Yeah, Val would have been miserable when he killed you.” Gabby nodded. “He doesn’t give a shit about who Ariel gets with, he cares about who I’m with just a little, but with Val, all bets are off. She’s the baby of the family, gets all the special attention. And her tits are as big as her head, too, just like Mom and Ariel.”

“You sound a little jealous there.” Jace pointed out.

“Why would I be jealous?” Gabby asked jealously.

“If it helps, Gabby, I saw you topless on Sunday, and your tits are fantastic.” Jace told her.

“You don’t have a single ounce of shame in your body, do you?” Gabby rolled her eyes, but she looked faintly pleased.

“Not one.” Jace grinned. “If I did, I probably wouldn’t do this.”

He reached around Gabby, slipping his arm around her and pulling her close to him.

“You’re right, you probably wouldn’t.” Gabby agreed, but she made no movement to brush his arm off.

They were silent for a few companionable moments, simply enjoying the cuddle, until Gabby finally spoke.

“So… since Olivia’s fine with sharing you, do you plan on assembling a harem and living out your life as a sultan?” Gabby wondered, her head resting on his shoulder.

Jace laughed. “I think every guy would love a harem of beautiful women around him. Do I think that something like that will ever happen to me? I don’t know, hopefully. Olivia’s fine with sharing, but it’d all depend on if any other girls are OK with it, I guess.”

“Sharing your boyfriend is definitely not an easy ask.” Gabby agreed. “I still think Olivia’s half crazy.”

“If she is, she’s my kind of crazy.” Jace grinned.

“So, Harem Master, would you be upset if your girls spent some naughty time with each other rather than just you?” Gabby wondered.

“Would I be upset?” Jace repeated. “I’d encourage it!”

“You’re such a perv.” Gabby laughed.

“I’m the perv? You’re the one trying to sniff out if you would be able to play with Olivia’s tits were you to join the world’s coolest harem.” Jace retorted.

“I am not! And now the harem is not just confirmed but also the world’s coolest?” Gabby shook her head.

“Things move quickly sometimes in Amethyst Shore.” Jace shrugged.

“I’ve missed this.” Gabby smiled. “We used to be such good friends, I can’t believe we ever drifted apart.”

“Yeah, I agree. I’ve missed you, a lot.” Jace said, smiling back.

“Alright, enough sappy stuff.” Gabby clapped her hands together after a moment. “I’m gonna go pay and get headed home. You have fun watching the lingerie show, whenever it is they’re ready.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Jace nodded, and as Gabby stood up, he couldn’t resist watching her go in those tight black jeans.

———

Across town, in the Vane household, Owen Vane was achingly hard as he peered through the crack of Olivia’s door. His sexy big sister was fully naked in her bedroom, standing in front of the full length mirror off against the side wall. The mirror itself wasn’t in Owen’s view, but he’d been in her room often enough over the years to know that’s where she was.

Her enormous milky jugs were fully bare, bouncing slightly with each motion she made. They swayed majestically as she turned from side to side, and as he desperately fished his cock out of his pants, all fear of being caught slipped out of mind. He was fully focused on the goddess that was his big sister, Olivia Vane. She cupped her tits suddenly, and Owen’s eyes widened as he watched her cup and squeeze them, idly bouncing them for only the mirror to see. Or so she thought, anyway.

Her nipples were thick and hard, and when she dropped her tits, they bounced madly before eventually returning to normal, after slapping against each other plenty of fascinating times. Owen couldn’t tear his eyes off Olivia’s mouthwatering breasts- no, not breasts. Breasts was too normal a word for such divinity. He couldn’t tear his eyes off her mouthwatering udders until they stopped bouncing, and when they did stop bouncing, his eyes could finally trail down the rest of her body.

Down his gaze went, following the voluptuous curve of her hips, drinking in the sight of her naked pussy on full display, and as he lowered his gaze down to her thighs, a hand clasped upon his mouth.

Owen’s eyes flew open as he was dragged suddenly backwards, and he was even more surprised when he felt an ample pair of breasts press up against his back, then suddenly he was yanked backwards into the room across the hall, and the door was shut firmly. Owen turned, horrified, to meet the knowing gaze of Octavia Vane, his other, slightly younger big sister.

“See something interesting?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.

Octavia was sexy, admittedly. Very sexy. She couldn’t hold a handle to Olivia, in Owen’s opinion, but then again, no woman really could. Octavia had very generous tits currently pressed together by a tight tank top, and her curvy lower half was covered by black yoga pants that were firmly affixed to her curves. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail, and her green eyes were accusing.

“I- Tavi, I-” Owen rambled breathlessly, but Octavia shook her head.

“Don’t try and come up with an excuse, I know damn well what you were doing.” Octavia said, and looked pointedly down at Owen’s still very hard cock, the tip still glistening with pre-cum from his peeping session.

“Please don’t tell anybody!” Owen begged, and Octavia scoffed.

“Why shouldn’t I? Because you’re my little brother?” she demanded mockingly. “You never considered that Olivia was your big sister when you started jacking off to her.”

“Please! Tavi, please don’t tell anybody. Especially not Olivia.” he pleaded, and she put her hands on her hips.

“What’s in it for me?” Octavia demanded. “And you better not have done this to me while I’m changing.”

“No, I never have.” Owen said truthfully. “Only Olivia.”

“Hmmph. Am I not sexy enough to peep on?” Octavia demanded, and Owen blinked.

“What?” he asked, gaping.

“I said, am I not sexy enough to warrant being jerked off to?” Octavia asked again.

“I…” Owen trailed off, completely at a loss for words. She’d switched up so fast he was still reeling.

“I should be relieved, but you know, I’m pretty damn annoyed.” Octavia huffed.

“Tavi, uh… you’re plenty sexy.” Owen tried.

“Not as sexy as Olivia though, huh?” she asked bitterly.

“Nobody is.” Owen answered automatically.

“Oh really? Get that cock ready, little brother, I’m about to rock your world.” Octavia huffed, and before Owen could say anything, she crossed her arms across her torso to grasp the hem of her tank top and lift it up over her head, revealing a gray bra with some nice heavy duty cups, much like the kind Olivia wore. Maybe a bit more intentionally sexy than Olivia’s typical bra, though.

Owen’s cock did indeed stir at the sight of Octavia, and her green eyes noted it with a faint nod of approval. She reached behind her back and a second later, the gray bra slipped off her huge tits and fell to the floor. Owen’s eyes widened at the sight of Octavia’s huge tits, and his cock throbbed. They were ridiculously sexy, round and ample with big areolas and thick puffy nipples just like Olivia had.

His hand wandered almost unthinkingly to his dick, and Octavia nodded eagerly as he started stroking.

“There we go…” Octavia purred. “Let me show you that Olivia is most definitely not the sexier Vane sister.”

“I’m… I’m very eager to see the proof.” Owen said, his mouth dry.

“Oh, I bet you are.” Octavia crooned, shaking her tits for him, shimmying her torso and having those amazing melons slap against each other. The way those things were swinging back and forth hypnotized Owen almost like a pendulum, and his hand on his cock sped up.

“There we go.” she said appreciatively. “I can tell you’re loving the view.”

“So fucking much.” Owen confirmed, and Octavia grinned as she pushed her yoga pants down her hips, shimmying out of them in such a manner that her tits were still very purposely being shaken at him. Beneath her yoga pants, she wore a pair of gray panties that clung nice and naughtily to her body.

“I’m not just a pair of tits, too. See?” Octavia said, and turned around to show off her ass. “I have a much curvier, plumper ass than Liv has. She’s kind of flat down there, you know?”

“She’s not flat.” Owen protested, but Octavia gave her ass a spank.

“She may not be flat, but she definitely doesn’t measure up to this.” Octavia smirked. “Does she?”

“No…” Owen admitted. “She doesn’t.”

“Hmm, what a surprise.” Octavia said, biting her lip as she started jiggling her ass at him. “Olivia also would never let you touch her ass, would she?”

“Definitely not.” Owen agreed quickly. Octavia giggled, and bit her lip again.

“Do I need to spell it out for you, Owen?” Octavia asked after a moment, her eyes fixed on his hand, which was still eagerly stroking his cock. “Grab my ass!”

Owen reached out and gave Octavia’s curvy ass a squeeze, reveling in the feel of her ample bottom. The Vane women were definitely not overweight, but they weren’t skinny women, and they had plenty of generous, sensual curves.

“Your ass definitely beats Olivia’s.” Owen told her, and she looked gratified as he kept groping her ass with one hand. His other was rather occupied.

“Wow, you just can’t stop stroking, huh, baby brother?” Octavia teased. “I must be doing something for you.”

“You’re so sexy, Tavi.” Owen blurted, and Octavia smirked, turning back around to face him.

“If I let you play with my tits, are you gonna explode all over me?” Octavia checked.

“No, no, I won’t.” Owen promised hastily, but in all honesty, he was getting close. Octavia this close, this sexy, was doing too much to him.

“Hmm.” Octavia squinted at him, but she nodded. “Ok, then.”

That was all the approval Owen needed, his hand shot out and clutched at one of her big fat tits, and he groaned in delight at how heavenly she felt. His cock leaped in excitement, and he tried his best to squash down the rapidly impending explosion, while simultaneously having one of the hottest experiences of his life. Octavia let out a sexy little whimper, and Owen realized at once that both his sisters had very sensitive melons.

His hand ravished her breast, pinching and tugging on her nipple, loving the way her breath hitched and her ruby red lips trembled.

“Owen…” she panted, and Owen felt her arms wrap around him, tugging him closer. One of her hands slid down his stomach, and Owen’s hips bucked in anticipation as her hand trailed down towards its’ goal. Her other arm was around his body, holding him close as he leaned in to kiss the slopes of her mountains. She hummed happily at the feel of his lips on her breasts, and he leaned down to capture one of her puffy nipples between his teeth.

At the same time his teeth scraped gently against her very sensitive nipples, her hand wrapped around his cock, their fingers joining around the shaft.

His hand lifted off his cock, and he cradled both her tits in his hands, though he was fully unable to cup her entire tits in his palms. She took over the stroking, and the talent and feel of her soft hand was amazing.

“You are gonna blow.” Octavia grunted. “I can fucking feel it.”

“You’re just so fucking hot.” Owen groaned around her tit, and a supremely satisfied smile spread across her face.

“Don’t you fucking forget it.” Octavia growled in his ear, and as her hand picked up the pace, Owen lost the war.

He painted his sister’s thick thighs white as he sucked on her tit harder, reveling in it while he groaned.

“I knew you were gonna cum.” Octavia laughed softly. “I’m just too damn sexy for you.”

A very satisfied Owen nodded, mouth still making great use of Octavia’s melon.

“Now… how the fuck am I gonna get your mouth off my boob?” Octavia muttered, but she kept stroking his cock gently, letting him have his fun.