You want Nephie

“I want Nephie,” you say after a long pause. Angie claps her hands together in excitement.

“Yay! Thank you so much David, you’re the best. I’ll bring her over around 1 o clock, you can introduce yourself to her when she comes in, then I’ll get up to go use the bathroom or something, I’ll do the secret knock on your door to let you know when she’s ready,” she says without taking a breath. She skips down the hallway and up the stairs to her room. You shake your head at her shameless depravity and head over to the living room, turning on the weather channel to watch your favorite broadcasters tits bounce around in her skimpy little dress.

Angie heads down the stairs and opens the door around one o clock, chirping when she sees her best friend at the door.

“OMG hi Nephie!! I don’t think you’ve been to my new place yet, come on in!” She croons. Your jaw drops to the floor as Nephie walks into the living room.

Clad in the same outfit she was wearing in Angie’s picture, Nephie’s super sized rack protrudes from her teeny tiny waist, each melon almost the size of Angie’s head. She towers over Angie, you’re seated right now but you guesstimate that she’s roughly the same height as you.

“Say hello to my friend, fuck face,” Angie calls across the room. You give her a ‘wtf’ expression before waving nonchalantly at her friend.

“Hi Nephie. Are you as bitchy as my stepsister is?” You say, giving Angie an irritated look.

Nephie and Angie look at each other and giggle. “No, Nephie’s probably the least bitchy person I know,” says Angie, still laughing. Nephie gives you an awkward smile, perhaps a bit too shy to say anything back to you. The two of them stand there giggling before turning up the stairs.

“Have fun girls!” You call after them sarcastically.

“Don’t tell me what to do, asshole!” Angie responds. The girls giggle hysterically before closing the door to Angie’s room. You wait in the living room for a hot minute before sauntering up to your room, closing the door and waiting for Angie’s secret knock.

Angie takes her sweet time getting back to you, you wait for almost 45 minutes before dozing off in bed. A sharp *RAP RAP-RAP RAP RAP* wakes you up. You unlock the door and see Angie waiting there with a smile on her face.

“I told you I’d deliver. She’s sitting on my bed waiting for me to use the bathroom,” she says in a hushed whisper.

“God she’s fucking hot,” you say, biting your lip. “Her tits are even bigger in person.” Your meat is standing at half mast, the silhouette can be seen through your mangy grey sweatpants.

“I know right,” Angie bubbles. “Wait till you see them in person. They’re sooooo jiggly, they’re like giant water balloons.”

“I would pay good money just to watch her bounce them in my face or something.”

“A lot of people would, but she’s too shy to take them up on it.”

“Does she know about last night?”

“Nah, Nephie doesn’t have social media. She’s one of those ‘return to earth’ types, she only has a flip phone.”

“Wow, so she really thinks she’s just here for an afternoon with her bestie.”

“Yup.”

“Have you told her much about me?”

“Not a whole lot, besides the fact that you’re a total perv,” she says, giving you a playful punch in the ribs. “But I didn’t give her a whole lot of details.”

“Wow. You are sick, you know that?”

“Coming from you, that’s hilarious,” says Angie, dropping down onto your bed. “Now go do all that nasty shit you do, and don’t forget tonight you’re facefucking me on stream again. I have some notes I wanna go over with you before we go live.”

You tuck your rigid cock underneath your waist band and walk out of the room. Tip-toeing down the hall, you open the door to Angie’s room gently, smiling at Nephie as you walk in.

“Oh hi David! Angie’s in the bathroom right now, she should be out soon though she’s been in there a while.”

“Oh ok! I’ll just wait here for her. What are you doing over there?” You ask politely.

“Oh nothing, just reading a book about paganism. I know it’s kind of silly but I’m really into this stuff.”

“Oh really?” You say, walking over to the bed. “Lemme see, does it have any pictures?” You lean over her, your shaft has grown well over your waist band and it’s getting ready to fall out of your pants.

“Yeah, these are runes, check it out!”

You feign interest at her book, mostly staring down at Nephie’s cleavage and imagining what it would look like with your dick coming out of it. Nephie points at one of the runes, pulling up her sleeve to show you her matching tattoo.

“I got this one tattooed cuz it was the first initial of my Aunt Maggie. She was always my favorite Aunt and she taught me a lot about the spiritual side of things.”

“Uh huh,” you grunt. Your cock slides down over your waistband, the only thing left concealing it is your baggy t shirt hanging down over your waist

“What about you? Do you have any family members you’re really close with?” Nephie asks earnestly.

“Well, my parents are both dead, and I haven’t seen my extended family in like 5 or 6 years.” A look of shame washes over Nephie’s face, she evidently wasn’t aware that Carol wasn’t your real mother.

“Oh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t-Angie never told me-I’m sorry!” She pleads, her face grows bright red from embarrassment. You feel a tug in your stomach, Nephie seems like a sweet girl, and you can’t believe Angie would offer her up to you like some kind of sacrifice. You imagine a devil and angel on your shoulders, arguing with each other over what you should do next.

“Tell Angie the deal is off and tell Nephie everything, once you show her what a good person you are and what a scumbag her friend is she’ll fall in love with you for sure!” The angel argues.

“Are you gay or something?! You have permission to facefuck this goddess and you wanna sit here and whine cus it’s ‘wrong?!’ Hurry up and skullfuck her already!” The devil counters.

“David, this is why you can’t get a girl to fall in love with you,” the angel retorts. “You treat them like cheap toys, instead of appreciating them for who they are as people.”

“They ARE cheap toys!!!” The devil responds. “God only put Eve in the garden so Adam would have something to fuck. Now are you gonna listen to this pussy that thinks women are ‘people,’ or are you gonna have your way with this sow?”

As these imaginary figures debate back and forth on your shoulders, you forget that your penis is hanging out of your waistband and stand straight up. Your cock slides off the wall of your shirt, bouncing out in the open about an inch from Nephie’s face. Nephie flinches when she sees it, recoiling to the other side of her bed with her hand over her mouth.

“What’s-uh-what’s he doing, out?” She asks timidly, pointing at your massive uncovered schlong. You grab the base of your cock and bounce it at her, climbing up onto the bed.

“He was getting lonely,” you say in a husky voice. You pull your balls over your waist band. “And his two friends here are getting so, achingly full.” Nephie scrambles back against the wall, her eyes open wide in shock and fear. “Would you mind keeping my friend here company? Just until Angie gets back of course.”

Nephie stammers as you tower over her, stroking your cock menacingly in front of her face. “I don’t… uh… p-p-please…” she cries. You wait for her to make the first move.