Greg's sister

"Hello? Hey, what's up Grace?" Greg pauses for a moment. "I'm off work today, so guess I could, but I wanted to spend time with my son--" Greg pauses as the person on the other line interrupts him. "Uh, maybe. He's a little shy, but I'll ask... Okay, bye. Love you too." He hangs up the phone.

"Who was that?"

"That was my sister, Grace. She needs some help moving furniture. Ever since her husband left, well... Anyway, would you want to come with me and help? We could sure use a big, strong man like you." He ruffles your hair like a kid. How old does he think you are, anyway?

"Family's important. I'll go," you reply, trying not to laugh. You remember him telling you about her: she's a bit older than him, and she lives alone with their daughter. You're very eager to meet the two of them.

"Thanks, bud. It'll be fun! I'll leave a note for your mother, so we don't wake her up."

Within a few minutes the two of you are in the car, and before you know it you're pulling into a parking space.

Grace comes out to greet you. She's an elegant-looking woman, with an hourglass figure and long, flowing black hair. She meets you with a hug that presses her large chest into yours.

"Oh, it's so great to see you! I'm so happy that you're back with the family!" Between hugs, her luscious red lips plant a kiss on your cheek.

Her daughter Amy emerges next and she looks nothing like her mother. For one thing, her hair is dirty blonde and done up in pig tails, and she's wearing a pair of large, round glasses over her green eyes. She stands a good distance away, looking shy as her mother and uncle greet one another.

But as the women turn around to walk into the house, it becomes clear that they're related. Grace's tight jeans and Amy's leggings show off their identical rear ends: big, round bubble butts that wobble with every step.

Once you're all inside, Grace lays out the mission: to move her old couch out of the living room and out onto the sidewalk, to relocate a heavy wardrobe from a spare room into the main room, and to haul an old, broken refrigerator to the dumpster. It ends up being three-and-a-half hours of hard, sweaty work. By the end of it, you and Greg are totally wiped-out.

"What can I do to repay my shining knights?" Grace puts her hands around her brother's shoulders, as well as your own.