After about an hour or so of playing, you finally decided to make yourself that sandwich (as well as a can of soup you'd spotted in one of the cupboards), before sitting back down to watch a DVD - Kick-Ass being on the menu. It was one of yours and Randall's favorites and you'd of course watched it many times before. But in Randall's collection what hadn't you watched?... Apart from one of those stupid romantic comedies that he still had prominently displayed on his shelves. Telling you that it was just for appearances (though you did like to joke that he secretly sat and watched them while you weren't there).
After that was finished, you tried to watch a little TV and then play some Assassins Creed, but you soon found yourself growing bored. It was after ten o'clock now and the last you'd heard from Randall was a text message he'd sent about two hours before, while he was eating dinner at some fancy restaurant or another.
Deciding then to occupy yourself by taking a little look around - having never been here on your own before without either your Auntie or Randall present - you got up off the couch and began wandering aimlessly around the room, glancing at the various books, photos and ornaments decorating the shelves. You'd seen them all before on your many previous visits, but that didn't stop you from looking now. The photos of you, your family and your Auntie in particular caught your eye, bringing back a lot of fond memories. There was one of you all on holiday at the beach from years ago. You looking to be about six or seven and your siblings pretty much just out of diapers. Miraculously, she hadn't really changed all that much from how she looked there (or at least her body hadn't). The slightly longer hair being the only real difference in her appearance. There was also one or two of her and your mom hugging each another when they were about your age, and it was strange to think how Randall must feel when he looks at these. Being surrounded by constant reminders that his life was no longer his own. That all this was now supposed to be his past. Not the memories that you had shared together growing up.
I dunno how the hell he does it, you thought, not being able to imagine what it must feel like to have your entire existence taken away and be replaced by someone else's. Sure his home life wasn't exactly the greatest since Alice moved in, and he certainly enjoyed his freedom and independence now. You just wondered if one day it would all get too much and he would eventually crack...
Deciding not to dwell too much on these types of thoughts, seeing as Randall was doing pretty damn good so far and seemed to at least have a positive outlook on things, you continued to look around, heading then into the hallway. Passing both the bathroom and the spare room where you'd be sleeping tonight (and had slept once or twice before when visiting), you found yourself outside what was now Randall's bedroom. Though you weren't entirely sure what had drawn you there, you pushed open the door and went inside - your Auntie's old room, in a way, still being somewhat of a mystery to you and not somewhere you often got to see inside.
Even with Randall now inhabiting it (who's own room back home had always been a state), it was still pretty immaculate inside. Containing just a few hints that a teenage boy now lived there. The unmade bed. The handful of comics scattered across the surface of his dresser. As well as a few items of clothing he'd obviously discarded on the floor in his rush to get out the door. Apart from that though, it looked pretty much like it always had. There being no attempt by Randall to stick up posters, or try and put his own personalized stamp on the place - much like with the rest of the apartment.
Guess he must have just gotten used to it being like this by now, you assumed. Probably thinking also, that if he had visitors, it might look a little strange having pictures of swimsuit models or movie posters all over the walls.
It did feel a bit strange admittedly, being inside this room, and as you moved towards the dresser and began casually thumbing through the comics on top, you found yourself suddenly growing much more curious as to what exactly lay beneath them in the drawers. You knew that you probably shouldn't, and that it was pretty wrong going through other people's stuff (especially your Aunt's), but as no one else was here and as you were pretty sure this was where she had kept her underwear - more importantly her bra's - the temptation quickly grew. Your Auntie's breasts were huge, you knew that much, but just how huge? There was a girl in your year, Claudia Reynolds, who if rumors were to be believed wore a double E cup, and a history teacher that some said was an H. But your Auntie's was, as far as you could tell, a lot bigger than either of them, and ever since you'd first seen Randall in that lacy white bra two weeks prior, you'd been rather **** to know by just how much. Now was the ideal chance to find out.
Looking over your shoulder then, as if to check nobody was about to walk in, you pushed aside any **** and promised yourself that you'd just have a quick look, reaching down then and opening up the first drawer. Inside you discovered a veritable treasure trove of multicolored panties. There being nearly one of every kind. Bikini panties. Boy shorts. Thongs. G-strings. Even the odd pair of those rather large and unflattering granny panties. Not that it mattered to you. They were all in your eyes, a thing of beauty. There being something rather arousing about the sight of those delicate little lacy slips of material that really turned you on.
Moving on though, having promised yourself that it was only the bra size you were interested in, you closed the drawer and opened the next. Finding this one filled with what you had been after - bras, and lots of them. Like the panties, these seemed to come in all sorts of colors and styles. Packed neatly into the drawer, their massive size leaving very little space. Reaching in after a brief moment of awe, you picked up a purple and black one from off the top and unfolded it, finding it something of a novelty due to having never actually held one before (especially not one so large). It looked positively gigantic up close. The actual cups being big enough to fit your own head in, and it seemed truly impossibly that a woman, a real life normal woman and not a porn star, could actually have breasts that fit in this thing. Your Auntie's did though, and wanting to sate your curiosity, you quickly located the tag and read what size it actually was...
Fuck me... 32K... you gasped, after reading the label, 32K is ginormous!
It certainly was. Out-sizing most of the silicon enhanced starlets you like to jerk off to on the net, and certainly everyone else you'd actually ever seen or met. How the hell had they grown so large? You're mom was busty sure, but she had nothing compared to the monsters on your Auntie's chest... on Randall's chest now. He was like a living boob man's dream - which you undoubtedly were.
Standing there for a couple of minutes longer, processing this information while your fingers gently caressed the soft silky material, noting just how thick the band was at the back, and how many hooks it took to fasten. Due to their incredible size it no doubt took a lot of **** to keep them in check, and you had to wonder how Randall could cope walking around with those things weighing him down. Having never once heard him complain. In fact, you'd never heard him really talk about them at all. Presumably due to how awkward such a conversation about your Aunt's breasts would surely be. Just as he avoided talking about many other aspects of his new feminine physiology.
Fuck me... you repeated again, still getting over the shock of what you'd just read. It being satisfying to finally know and yet at the same time, somehow not. Now when you looked at him all you would be thinking about was just how massive his tits were. Which was something you'd been struggling to avoid for quite some time.
Putting the bra back where you found it then, you closed the drawer and went to leave. Having found out what you wanted to know and having no further reason to stay. You didn't however, as there was something still niggling away at you. And that thing was - what exactly was in the other two drawers? Your curiosity having been peeked by your exploration, making you want to find out more. Did your Auntie have anything else going on in there, other than the bras and the panties. Did she have any other kind of underwear. The kind that you'd only ever seen before in your mother's lingerie catalogs or online. Did she have anything sexy hidden away in there, that now you were here and going through her things, you might as well take a moment to see?
No harm in checking, you thought, having already come this far. Once again looking back over your shoulder as you knelt down this time and opened the third drawer.
Inside it was actually rather disappointing. Being full of socks, pantyhose and stockings (which as much as you loved them were admittedly rather unimpressive when not being worn). The final drawer however served up exactly what you'd been looking for, discovering several rows of rather sexy and revealing lingerie stacked one on top of another, causing you to grin. Jackpot!
Auntie Joan it seemed had quite a collection. There obviously having been a much different side to her that you'd understandably enough never actually been privy to...
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