Rose Hears the Bells

Rose was sitting at the dining room table drinking a cup of coffee and scrolling on her phone when she heard a faint sound of bells. Looking around, she saw nothing, so dismissed it. People hear weird things all the time, so it was probably the wind, or an ice cream truck, or whatever. It didn't matter. She was busy.

Billy, her ex-boyfriend, had posted pictures with some new chick. That asshole. They hadn't even been broken up a week, and he's already found someone new? She scrolled through the pictures one at a time. She was some little thing, blonde hair so light it was almost white. She had big lips and tiny tits. So thin she practically wasn't there.

Rose rolled her eyes. Billy sure had a type. Having met two of Billy's exes during their relationship, Rose noticed the same pattern. Big lips, small tits, blonde hair. Sure, Rose's boobs were a little bit bigger than the other women's, but not enough to write home about. And unless she somehow found some magical way to put on weight, a strong wind would push her over. She'd never be a Playboy model.

The worst of it was that she still loved him. Billy was selfish, and a little bit mean, but there was something about him that was just so magnetic. Being around him was fun, addictive. You never knew what was going to happen next when you were on a date with him.

Again Rose heard those bells, a little clearer this time. She scrolled to the next picture. What did Billy see in these chicks, anyway? He could have had the full meal deal with Rose. Soon after Rose had met some of Billy's exes, she saw the rut he was stuck in. These tiny waifs were barely women compared to Rose. Her big tits, her round ass, she was the definition of hourglass. Billy had never had it better, and then he'd thrown it all away to once again end up with this wisp of a girl. He was an embarrassment to his gender. Still, though, she wouldn't kick him out of her bed had he stuck around...

Another sound of bells. It was almost as if it was coming from inside her head. Rose started liking the pictures of the pair. She might as well. Billy hadn't really meant anything to her from the start. He was a tool, a means to an end. And the end? Her brother Tim, of course. What did a girl have to do to make a boy like Tim really come around and want her? Jealousy was her newest attempt.

She'd tried everything over the years. At first she had tried a more traditional approach, flirting with him, laughing at his jokes, complimenting him, but he never got the hint. Then she started making physical contact. She'd cuddle up with him on the couch during movies, touch his arm when he told stories, kiss him on the cheek to greet him. Again, nothing.

Clothes were her next attempt. Short skirts, tiny tops, all showcasing her world-class tits, amazing legs, and perfect ass. She was the only girl she knew that had appeared in Playboy, something she was particularly proud of, so she knew how to show off. When normal clothes didn't work, she started being more risqué. She picked up a French Maid outfit at the local sex store for when she was cleaning, teasing Tim saying that it was all for fun. When that didn't work she started the practice of changing into lingerie as soon as she got home from work. Tim asked what she was doing, and she responded that it helped her relax. Besides, she told him, he worked hard all day too and deserved something nice to look at.

The bells rang again, so loud that she momentarily felt dizzy. She shook her head, her long blonde hair dancing on her practically naked back. It was so nice to dress so simply at home, a black half-bra, crotchless panties, black stockings, and heels. It made her feel sexy, the way a woman should. Staring at her phone, Rose wondered who the man was in the picture, and why he would bother with something as boring as the woman he was fawning over. Probably because she was the best he could land. He was, after all, nothing compared to Tim. Tim was perfect in every way. Rose's mouth watered as she thought of her brother, her master. Today was the day. Today she would finally give herself to her dream man. She had done it so many times in her dreams and fantasies, but she knew deep down that even the best fantasy would not live up to what she was about to experience. Having lived with him her whole life, Rose had studied Tim every day, watching for what he liked in a girl. Rose had worked hard to become everything he wanted, and even if she discovered that she was wrong, she would change. Tim was worth it. She couldn't wait to climb on his lap and ride him, or fall to her knees and suck him dry. There were so many things to try, and she had the time. They would be together for the rest of their lives.

Just when she started slipping into yet another fantasy about her brother, he burst into the room, looking as tasty as ever.

"Hey baby," she cooed, as she stood up and swayed over to him, "I think it's time that I showed you what a real woman can do."