Enter, Justin

Daisy frantically bent forward to pull the panties back up, but failed to account for the imperfect fit of Cindy's E-Cup bra on her D-Cup boobs. So it was that as Daisy started to slide the borrowed undies up past her calves, her breasts popped out quite casually through the gap between Daisy's skin and the tops of her bra cups. She was frozen for half a second as the excruciating choice between covering her crotch and fixing the bra ran through her mind. Daisy had always been conscious of the size of her chest, the way boys looked at it, the way every minute wobble of her beachball-sized boobs would attract undue attention, no matter what she did. Maybe that was why her hands left the panties hitched round her knees, and she focused instead on stuffing her tits back into place inside the cups.

"Uh..." Cindy's brother was staring, transfixed at that lovely little triangle-shaped area between Daisy's legs, lost for words in the face of what he'd stumbled in on, even as she fixed her bra and patted its cups back into place. When she was done, her eyes wandered down toward her own crotch, and the panties suspended a ways below it, and she finished pulling them up, fixing the waistband in place with a loud snap of it against her skin. Cindy walked up to him and put her hands firmly over his eyes. "No peeking, Justin!"

Justin moved his head this way and that. "So...why's there a naked girl in your room?"

Cindy sighed. "We found her like this."

"You found her dresses like that and brought her home? Where? Is there like a kennel or an office I can go to?" He smiled mischievously. "And why in your bedroom? You some kind of perv, now?"

"What do you mean 'now'?" Bradley asked, walking in behind Justin. "She's an absolute demon!" Justin turned toward the sound of his voice, frowning, "Who's that?"

"I'm, uh, Bradley. Cindy's new boyfriend. Who are you?"

"Cindy's brother," Justin replied, testily. "And what was that about my sister being a demon?"

Bradley visibly paled—an impressive feat, given his complexion. "Uh, nothing...just...she's very...headstrong."

Justin scoffed. "Headstrong. That what we're calling it now?"

Daisy was still in a defensive pose at the foot of the bed, as if worried the new underwear she'd been gifted might fall off or otherwise malfunction at any moment. She looked to the bed behind her, and without asking she dived under the covers, flashing her now cotton-covered heinie as she knelt and crawled onto the bed, the form-fitting slightly translucent material of her panties hinting at the shape of her vulva as her arse wiggled with her movements. She secreted herself safely under the covers, her head poking out from over the top. "I-I hope you don't mind," she explained to Cindy. "But I'm a little tired of being stared at..."

"No worries," Cindy said. "You seem to have been through the wringer enough already, based on how we found you."

"How'd you find her?" Justin pressed, trying to remove Cindy's fingers from over his eyes. Bradley clapped him on the shoulder, "Maybe we should go downstairs? Leave them to it? I'll, uh, fill you in." That seemed agreeable to Justin, as his next move was to allow Cindy to turn him toward the doorway while still blinded, and have Bradley lead him from the room. Cindy shut the door behind them and leaned against it, watching the covers rise and fall atop Daisy. "You feel better?" Cindy came over and sat on the end of the bed, regarding her carefully.

Daisy nodded. "Thanks, for...helping me out," she blushed crimson, the memory of Daisy's nudity and of the dildo lodged up her pretty hindquarters passing unspoken between them. "So, uh..." Cindy scratched the back of her head, trying to figure out how best to phrase her next question. "What happened to you? If you don't mind my asking, I mean. It's just...girls with no clothes on and...that going on back there, guessing there's a story there."

A sigh escaped Daisy's lips, and she sat up, drawing her covered knees up in front of her, hands placed on top of the quilt-cover. "Y-you know...Victoria Pinkwell?"

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Nastiest bitch in our year, what of her?"

Daisy's lips were quivering as she continued. "She...she wanted me to be part of a threesome, with her...and her boyfriend."

Cindy stuck her tongue out thoughtfully, then motioned for her to proceed. "Go on...?"

Downstairs, Bradley was recounting the astounding circumstances of their encounter with Daisy. Justin was imagining what it might have looked like, smiling to himself as Bradley walked him through it. They heard footsteps on the stairs, and Cindy emerged into the living room doorway a second later, rubbing her eyes. "Hey, babe," she blew a kiss to Bradley, and he caught it. Justin snorted, "Well aren't we all loved-up?" He shifted in his seat on the sofa. "How long has this been going on, anyway, You two I mean?"

Cindy raised her eyebrows, giving Bradley a look. They both were in agreement that their initial meeting consisting of boob sucking, anal and fingering in a College bathroom was hardly appropriate fodder for conversation with her brother, that much was clear. "Oh, you know...we've just seen each other around, and then we got to talking," she replied.

"Yeah, but when?"

"Earlier today," Bradley answered. "We made it exclusive a few hours ago."

"Fuck," Bradley exclaimed. "Early fuckin' days indeed, then. Well, congrats are in order I guess," he shook Bradley's hand, but kept it in his grip when he went to break away. "Just...treat her right, you hear? This is all very sudden, and I don't you breaking her heart."

Cindy grinned, leaning against the side of the doorway. "Oh, there's not so much danger of that, at least, I don't think so. I'm more concerned about breaking..." she caught herself, lapsing into silence and staring guiltily at the floor.

Justin was puzzled, unsure of what to make of that last comment. He shrugged, "Alright, if you say so," he rose from the sofa and squeezed past Cindy, turning to address her and walking backwards down the hall. "How's our pantsless princess upstairs?" He called back to her.

"Sleeping, she's had a rough day."

"Sure sounds like it," Justin chuckled. "Take it out! Oooh, take it out!" He mimed trying to pull something out from behind him, then turned back around and kept walking. "Dickish," Cindy muttered, walking into the living room and sitting on Bradley's lap. He received her warmly, nuzzling her neck and putting his arms around her. "How's it going?" she purred.

"Now that you're here? Aces." He held her like that, her legs dangling down to just barely touch the floor. "How about those tiddies?" She teased, "And that arse? Phwoah!"

Bradley shook his head, trying not to laugh. "She's traumatised, you know. Not great to poke fun."

"It's either that," she continued, leaning into him, her tits pressing into his face. "Or I poke something else of hers. You thought it too, anyway...I saw the way you were ready to go in and pull that thing out of her."

Bradley tried to stammer out a defence, but she pressed a finger against his lips, hushing him. "I'd be thinking the same thing, in your...position," she did a little bounce on his lap, making her boobs roll up and over his face before coming back down. "If I had a dick," she wriggled a bit, so that her buttocks and pussy were sitting directly on top of his crotch. "I'd want to fuck her, too. I'd want to tear whatever clothes she was wearing right off of her, and I'd want to just...plunge right into her, bury myself to the fucking hilt."

Bradley gazed down at her chest, then back up to lock eyes with her. "Yeah?" He whispered, softly.

"M'yeah," Cindy went in for a kiss, and Bradley reciprocated. That was the final straw. Something needed to be done. Scooping her up in his arms, Bradley took Cindy to the foot of the stairs in a bridal carry, her suppressing giggles the entire way, then he quietly crept up to the second floor with her in his arms. Remembering that Cindy's room was taken, and not wanting to do their dirty business in Justin's, they found themselves undressing in a bathroom for the second time that day. They stood there, naked and breathless, drinking each other up with their eyes, hands twitching as each prepared to make the first move. When Bradley went in towards her, Cindy held up a hand to stop him.

"Huh?" He said, confused.

"Shower," she hissed, pointing to the shower unit behind them with its enclosed, boxy structure and clear glass windows. Bradley looked between it and Cindy, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah," he said. "Shower it is."