Summertime

Sometimes I wasn’t sure why Angie flirted with me. At first, I thought it was out of boredom, or perhaps testing me. Other times, I decided she was only trying to be mean.

“Hey!” she called out one morning from the downstairs. “I have a problem.”

“What is it?”

“You know that white and gold top? The one you said was too tight and I only wear it to tease you?”

“So you admit it!”

“Duh. Well, I don’t think I can wear it anymore.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I was doing some stretches, and... Umm… I’d better show you.”

She walked upstairs.

“This is why.”

I doubt I said anything in response.

“Hell yeah,” she said with a grin. “I still got it.”

She leaned on the bed next to me.

“No,” I told her. “Out.”

“What?”

“You can’t wear that shit around me and sit in my bed. Not allowed.”

“What’s the big deal?”

“The ‘big deal’ is that although I’d like to think my self control is quite decent, you are testing it to its limits. Just like that shirt.”

“What are you worried about?” she asked. “If you tried to make a move I’d end you.”

“See? This isn’t a fair fight,” I pointed out. “I have nothing to tempt you with.”

“Sure about that? You walk around her in your basketball shorts a lot. I have to watch your package bounce around. You think that’s easy for me?”

“Your existence is more than enough. But if you start going around teasing me on purpose, that’s simply not going to work.” I sighed. “You would literally kill me.”

She stood up and turned her back to me. “Well, I don’t want to do that!”

“Good.”

“I guess I’d better take this off, then,” she said as she pulled off the remainder of her top and slowly walked off.

“I HATE YOU!” I yelled after her.

As summertime hit, the girls weren’t slowing down. Victoria still fit in her bra but her new pants were getting tight. Angela couldn’t fit in any of her bras anymore.

The weather was hotter lately and I didn’t like a huge electric bill from running the AC all day so the girls were both wearing very little. I was doing my best to ignore this as we watched a movie, but my best was not very good.

My arm was draped around my girlfriend, but my eyes were glued to the nipples poking out of the tank top doing a poor job of covering her sister’s enormous tits. And, like usual, my dick was as hard as could be.

I tried my best to watch the TV, but I simply couldn't help it. Both of these girls were a thing of a beauty.

Angie got up to make some microwaved popcorn and I did my best to keep my eyes from following her ass the entire way.

“Could you maybe watch the movie for one minute?” she asked loud enough for Angie to hear in the kitchen.

“What? I’m making a snack,” Angie called from the kitchen. “Do you want anything?

“I’m talking to my boyfriend who can’t seem to look away from you for one fucking second.”

The room was silent. This might have been the first time I’d ever heard her use the F word.

“I’m right here,” she told me. I looked at her. “Why am I not enough for you?”

“You are! Are you kidding me? Of course you are! You’re gorgeous!”

“Then why are you always staring at her?”

I didn’t have an answer.

“I’ve gained all this weight for you. I’ve gained twenty pounds of tits and ass, just because you said you like it!”

“I do! I love it! You look incredible!”

“Then why are you always staring at her?”

Angie returned to the room, looking unhappy about her choice in clothing. “Look, Vicky. That’s what guys do. He loves you, but guys can’t help but appreciate the female form.”

“But you’re always hotter than me!”

“No matter how big my tits get, yours will always be bigger!”

“That’s not true. Sure, I've gained weight since I can't work out at the gym but-”

“And your ass is enormous! You almost can’t get through a doorway anymore!”

“Well that’s just not true.”

Victoria stood up, pulling her shirt over her head. “Why can’t I be enough for you, Dan?”

I looked at her. Her eyes were watering. “You are. You’re the only girl I’ve been with since-”

“Oh, is that so hard?” she asked as she got up and walked toward the bathroom. “If you want to fuck my sister so bad, why don’t you just do it?”

She slammed the door.

“Shit,” Angie whispered. We sat there in silence for a moment. “Well? Aren’t you going to go talk to her?”

I stood up and checked the door, finding it locked. I knocked lightly. “Victoria? It’s me. I’m ready to talk whenever you are ready, but until then, I’ll wait out here for you.”

No response.

I sat back down and turned the movie back on. I avoided looking at Angie for the next hour until I saw movement in the corner of my eye. No one said anything as Victoria walked upstairs. I followed, finding her on my bed.

“Hey,” I said.

She didn’t answer.

“What can I do to make you feel better?”

Silence.

“I think you’re gorgeous,” I said. “It’s not that you’re enough for me, you’re more than enough. You’re the full package. You’re smart, you’re kind, you’re pretty, you’re hot, and you’re sexy. You’re everything a guy could want.”

She sniffled.

“I know your older sister intimidates you, and I’m sorry for anything I’ve ever done to make you feel insecure around her. But I’m not dating her. I’m with you. You’re my girlfriend, and that’s how I want it.”

“If you met her first, you’d be dating her instead,” Victoria said with another sniffle. “And you know it’s true.”

“No it isn’t,” I argued. “Look, I dated you for six months before even having sex with you. I waited because I liked you, and I got everything I waited for. This is the first relationship I’ve had in a long time, and I’m trying to be better at it. What can I do to make you feel confident in our relationship?”

“I don’t know.”

“How about I show you?” I asked as I kissed her neck.

“Yeah? You’re going to fuck me like you mean it?”

“I always do.”

She turned to face me with a small smile on her face. “What about Angela?”

I sat up in bed and looked down at the couch. It was empty. “She went to bed.”

Her smile broadened. “Okay.”

I kissed her, gently at first but escalating in intensity as I stripped her clothes off.

“Have I told you how much I love these tits yet today?” I asked.

“I don't think you did.”

“They're incredible,” I said as I pushed her back on the bed and tugged her pants off. Next, I grabbed her tits and squeezed them roughly as I took one of her nipples in my mouth.

“I like it when you do that,” she said, still more subdued than normal.

I took her restraint as a challenge. I hated my part in making her feel insecure, and I wanted to use every single one of my abilities to change that. Right now, I had my body to show how much I was attracted to her.

I kissed her, gently at first, but escalating in intensity as I made my way down her body.

“You’re gorgeous,” I said. “You make me so fucking hard.”

“Are you sure it’s me who does that?”

“I don’t see anyone else here,” I said as I grabbed her hand and made her feel my cock through my pants. “This is all for you.”

“I like to hear that.”

“It’s here for you, as many times as you’ll take it.”

“But am I enough for you?” she asked.

“Of course.”

“Do I keep up with you?”

“You know you do.”

“If you had the choice, would you have sex even more than we do?”

I was going to make a trip down her cute little belly to the land between her thighs, but I knew she needed something more immediate. I dropped my pants and got into position.

“Dan?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you wish they were bigger?”

I looked down at my girlfriend and grabbed her tits with both hands and bounced them around. “You look incredible.”

“I know. But do you wish they were bigger?”

I shook my head.

“Don’t lie to me.”

I laughed. “Alright, fine. No matter how big they got, I’d probably still like it if they were bigger. But that doesn’t mean I’m not happy with what you have. I already thought you were sexy when I met you, now I’m even more lucky.”

“Okay.”

“Now, I want to show you exactly how fine you are, using my cock as a measurement.”

“Okay!”

I grinded against her, using my experience with her to slip in hands free. She moaned as I felt her body finally loosen up to my touch, accepting my skin against hers.

I did my very best to fuck the insecurity out of her. It seemed to work.

I thought I’d done it. Until the next day when Victoria walked in after work with a tub of KFC in her arms.

“Oh, you brought dinner? I wish you told me, because I made-”

“No, this is just for me.”

She sat down and chowed down on the fried chicken as Angie and I watched.

“Vicky, are you okay?” She asked her sister.

“I’m fine. Just hungry.”

We gave her a minute.

“Wow,” Angie said. “I just looked up the calories and it’s actually less than I would have guessed.

“That’s too bad,” Victoria said as she opened a big family sized bag of chips and began eating out of it as we watched TV. After an hour, I noticed she was still going.

“Good chips?” I asked.

“The best,” she said with a full mouth.

“Sis, are you still eating those? Holy shit.”

She swallowed. “I’m working on my figure,” she said as finished her glass of milk.

Angie and I glanced at each other. She was just as freaked out as I was.