Chapter 2: The Set Up

"Now I expect you to behave and follow the rules while your father and I are gone on our vacation. No parties, not too many friends and no... Boys. Do I make myself clear?" My mother says waggling her finger, in the classic lecturing pose while I sit on the couch in front of her.

Wearing a pair of shorts and a tank top, I cross my arms and rolled my eyes. I have heard this before and before that, and... before that. Talk about a broken record, right?

"Don't you roll your eyes at me young lady! Now tell me you understand."

"I get it Mom... No parties, not too many friends and definitely no boys allowed..." I reply with a chagrin in my voice.

Standing up straight, she puts her hands on her waist and smiles. "Good, and one more thing."

Here it comes.

Taking a deep breath I hold it to keep out from screaming.

"Your cousin Vicki is in charge."

Looking down on my lap, I exhale slowly before rolling my eyes to look up at her. "Okay..."

"I know that you are older, but she has proven to be far more mature and trustworthy than you are."

Yeah, only because she never gets caught.

The perfect little angel, my ass! I'll show her, and I'll show everyone just who she really is. When I found out that our parents were going to go to Vegas for a week I rushed out to get everything I would need in order to make it the perfect week, for me.

For her? Not so much.

"I would let you stay home alone, but I just don't trust that you're going to follow the rules. The last time we tried this a year ago I came home to the house a complete mess and I later found out that you had friends over nearly every day. Thankfully no boys, but I'm sure you found a way to skirt that rule too." My mother says, droning on and on.

"Okay, okay I get it. Vicki is in charge. I won't argue and I will be good, I promise." I say to please my mother more or less.

"Thank you pumpkin." My dad says, scaring me half to ****, as he kisses my forehead. "I'm sure the two of you will have a great time together while your mom and I are gone."

*Ding Dong!*

Still sitting on the couch Indian style, my mom walks over to answer the door. "Janice!"

"Deborah!

The two screech as they give each other a big hug in the doorway.

"Dave."

"Hey Mike, are you ready to win big?" Vicki's dad says with a big smile on his face as he does a little cha cha and rubs his fingers while walking inside.

"Hell yeah!" My dad responds walking over and giving Uncle Dave a high five.

Standing off to the side, my mom and Aunt Janice shake their heads laughing. "Just don't blow the bank accounts, we still have bills to pay." My mom says lightheartedly.

Leaning back a they look at each other, both my dad and Uncle Dave laugh. "Hey, where's my hug squirt?" My Uncle Dave says as he looks at me and throws his arms wide open.

Unable to keep from smiling, I look at him and slowly stand up from the couch. He is so much fun and so cool, I love him right to bits. Walking up to him I wrap my arms around him and give him a big hug. "Hey..." I say trying to sound cool, but in reality he's the only one that still can make me feel like I'm 12 years old all over again.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to your birthday party, but I got a little something for you." He says letting me go.

Watching him dig into his pocket he pulls out his wallet and my eyes open wide as he opens it and hands me a crisp $100 bill. "Thanks Uncle Dave, you're the best!" I say unable to hide my excitement anymore.

"Now you make sure you put that in your savings account, okay?"

"You can count on it." I reply looking down at the bill with big, wide-open eyes. Taking it I fold it up and put it in my pocket, patting it. It's $100 more than I had a couple of minutes ago! It's also going to keep me from getting a surcharge because my account right now is at $0.

And then my five minutes of fame are over. The crease of the bill has barely had time to set when my dad starts looking around the living room. "Where's Vicki?"

Looking around, Aunt Janice sighs slapping her hands on her hips. "Dave, have you seen her?"

"I think she may still be outside." He says.

Walking out of the door, we all stand on the patio and look across the front lawn to see Miss Priss still struggling to get her bags out of the trunk.

Wearing a pair of cut-off jean shorts and a white T-shirt with horizontal red stripes, her long red hair cascades down her back and over her shoulders as a pair of tall, red hooker heels adorn her feet at the end of her bare, skinny legs. Yanking and pulling with everything she has, she makes little to no progress whatsoever. How can she when she has spaghetti arms? But that doesn't mean anything when she looks the way she does. Realizing she has an audience, Victoria turns to face us and throws her hands in the air. "Can somebody help me?!? You know I can't do this by myself!" Her whiny voice cutting through the warm summer air like a screeching violin.

"Hunny, go help her." Aunt Janice says with a roll of her eyes before walking back into the house.

Watching everyone else walk in except for Uncle Dave who trudges down the steps and down the walkway to help his daughter dearest, I decide to stick around as she steps back and he grabs her bags for her. Setting them on the ground, he extends the handles and starts to pull them across the sidewalk when she stomps her foot and screams.

"Daddy!!! What are you doing?!? You're not supposed to ROLL them or the little wheels will get all ruined! Pick them up please." Victoria whines. Such a nice guy, he will do any thing for anyone, but none more so then Vicki. It's just too bad she has to act like such a brat.

Unable to watch anymore, I finally turn and walk inside. I am barely in the living room for a minute when Uncle Dave comes through the door struggling with two big suitcases on wheels. Moving aside the moment he enters, he then makes way for his daughter to make her grand entrance.

Walking through the door, Victoria's acting like a supermodel. With one hand on her waist and the other hanging by her side, her head is slightly tilted and turned with a smug smile plastered to her face while wearing a big pair of red rimmed sunglasses. Below that obnoxious look, her giant, undulating orbs constantly jiggle and bounce making her obnoxiously tight and too small T-shirt jump and dance. Below her exposed and stretched belly button it the small waist of her denim cutoffs that are not only poofing over her pelvis, but driving a wedgie into her oversized and bulging pussy. Coming to a stop her big orbs are still wobbling as she poses and pushes her sunglasses to the top of her head. Hooking her fingers into the belt loops of her shorts, she tugs them up making her already obvious cameltoe even worse.

The reality is that the short walk from the car to the front door probably made her big booty sag.

"Hello Vicki, how's my favorite niece?" My mother says opening her arms for a hug as she looks the redhead up and down smiling.

Am I the only one who can see how fake she is? She is so fucking skinny that her boobs pretty much take up her entire chest!

"I'm your only niece!" Victoria responds flashing her patented, pearly white smile.

Extending her arms, Victoria walks over and just as her elbows graze either side of my mom's blue shirt, the tips of her behemoths touch her chest before squishing completely between the two of them. When the hug is over, they snap back to their original shape with a gentle bobble.

"Oh, I see how it is. Your Aunt gets the first hug, huh? When do I get to be first?" My dad says with a sarcastic smirk.

Turning on her heels, those big boobs drag then wobble side to side before bouncing as she walks with her arms held open. "Don't be jealous Uncle Mikey. You know I always save the best for last." She says giving him a hug too and smothering him with her gifts from Costco.

Breaking off the hug, her tits pop out and jiggle again and as she steps back she grabs her bra straps through her T-shirt. Pulling them out she then jiggles them which in turn makes the big boobies warble even longer before pulling them up and letting them go.

"I couldn't imagine having to do that all the time, it would drive me bonkers!" My mother says laughing.

"Me too!" Aunt Janice adds then looks at Vicki and points at her belly. "Honey, pull your top down. Your belly button is showing."

Attempting to look down past her jutting tits, it is a complete fail as she grabs the hem and tugs down. When she does her boobs flatten somewhat, but the moment she let's go that stubborn hem pops up again. "Sorry, I can't."

"You could if you wore the proper size shirts." Janice says rolling her eyes.

If only she knew that her daughter IS wearing the right size already...

"You know how hard it is to find tops that fit me? It's not my fault my boobs are so big." Victoria says, trying but failing to hide a small sliver of a smirk when she says it.

"Oh I know, trust me. I've been shopping with you enough."

Meanwhile, Uncle Dave looks at his watch then looks up at my mom and dad then Aunt Janice. "We got to get going. Our flight leaves in two and a half hours and we have a 45-minute drive to the airport."

Looking down at his watch, my dad's eyes open wide. "Ah shoot, I'll get the bags."

Going with my father up the stairs, he and Uncle Dave disappear only to return a few minutes later. Hurrying down the stairs carrying luggage, they set them down and give me and Vicki a quick goodbye.

"The list of chores is next to the emergency phone numbers on the refrigerator, okay? Be a good girl, and remember what we talked about this morning, okay?" My mom says kissing me on the forehead and then on the cheek.

"I know Mom. okay? I promise." I say rolling my eyes as I give her a small hug. Honestly, how many times do I have to acknowledge that I know the rules? Isn't once enough?

Pulling back, she holds me at arm's length and looks me dead in the eye. "And most importantly, who is in charge again?"

Looking down, I can see Vicki out of the corner of my eye standing there with this supreme look of satisfaction on her face. Standing there with her hands on her hips, finger tips angled to point at her obnoxious looking twat, she cannot help but stick out her bogus boobs and wait anxiously for my answer.

"Vicki..." I mutter, but loud enough for my mother to hear it.

And the bitch did too as she cannot help but toss her hair back and stick out her boobs even more.

"Great!" My dad says heading for the door.

"Daddy, do you think you can help me bring my bags upstairs before you go?" Victoria says, spinning quickly on her heels. Again those mammoth boobs warble when she does.

Stopping, Uncle Dave frowns then looks at his daughter shaking his head. "Sorry Princess I can't. Why don't you ask Jessica? I'm sure she would be glad to help."

Hearing my name being thrown out there without my consent, I sneer and cross my arms in defiance. What can I say? I'm not the most helpful person.

"That's a fantastic idea David, thank you. Jessica, help your cousin with her bags." My mother says looking at me before heading to the door.

"You girls have fun!" Aunt Janice says cheerily before disappearing next.

"We will, bye!" Vicki sings as she walks to the door and then closes it the moment our dad's walk out.

Hearing the door click shut, I sigh as my hands drop to my sides.

"You heard your mom. Carry my bags upstairs, please and thank you." Vicki says snottily as she points at her luggage by the door.

Without a word I trudge up to where the bitch with red hair is standing, poised with her hand on her waist and other arm ramrod straight pointing at them with her chest pushed out. Picking them up begrudgingly, I fully turn around and walk towards the stairs at the back right corner of the room. Thankfully I will only have to put up with her insufferable attitude until tonight. If I had to have done it for a week I would probably commit suicide or push her out a second-story window.

"Good, now let me show you where I want them." Victoria says, propelling past me until she is in front. Following her up the stairs, I stare at her absurdly tall high heels and follow those skinny legs up to her swishing bubble butt. Watching the denim snap side to side, it isn't long until the waistband starts creeping down and the top of her butt crack is exposed. Wanting desperately to lick my finger and give it a swipe to let her know that I can see it, I refrain and simply enjoy the fact that she has no idea that I know her butt is fake. When we get to the top she let me pass before pulling her shorts up and touching her crotch.

Taking care to make sure that she doesn't think I saw her do it, I take my first right into the room that used to be mine. Walking through the door I lug her suitcases up onto the bed, but before I can leave she is blocking the doorway. "What?"

"The smaller, but heavier one needs to go to the bathroom." She says arrogantly.

Turning around and grabbing the bag, I pull it behind me and it is only when I approach the door does she take a step back to let me through. Grazing my shoulder with her boob, I can feel it is very squishy. Walking down the hall I stop at the bathroom which is one door away from my parents bedroom. Coming up behind me, Miss Thing is strutting her stuff with her big boobs making her T-shirt bounce all around.

"Okay, I can take it from here." She says stepping past me. "Oh, and don't forget to grab what you need because for the week this bathroom is mine."

Exhaling hard, I walk inside and again nearly miss her jutting chest as I collect my makeup, shampoo and body wash. "I can already tell this is going to be a great week..." I say under my breath.

But I said it loud enough so she could hear me. Obviously ignoring me as she opens the bag and starts putting out her things, she pauses to run her hands through her hair. When she does her mega tits rise then hang suspended in her bra heavily. "You did tell Nick that I was coming, right?" She asks fluffing her hair, her tits jiggling again.

"No..." I respond as I turn around in the doorway holding my things. Watching her grab her brush and bend over at the waist, she starts running it through her hair.

"No biggie. I guess I'll just have to surprise him. I know that he'll be very happy when he sees me." Vicki says, still brushing away.

Grinding my teeth, it still pisses me off that she stole him from me. Hugging my things, I look at her ass and cannot not help but smile. Not only is it sticking up and out awkwardly with top of her ass crack showing like usual, but from the leg holes her panties are peeking out. Taking a step back, I maneuver to get a better look and am rewarded with the sight of hair sticking out from both sides of her pussy. Returning to my spot just as she stands up again, I smile and nod. "To be honest, I have always been jealous of how you were able to get Nick wrapped around your little pinky. I wish I had the ability to do that."

Smiling at the compliment, her response to me is anything but encouraging. "Well, the first thing you got to have is tits and..." Her voice trails as she looks at me through the mirror. "You don't have any. You see, the reason guys go after me and want me is because I have what they want and you don't."

Nick is certainly a boob man and he has more than proven it over the last year. Despite my best efforts to win him over when Victoria is not around, it always ends up in failure. Looking down at my smaller boobs, I look up and at hers. "Not all guys."

Setting her brush down she turns and walks up to the door. "Don't kid yourself." She says flatly then slams the door in my face.

Leaning back to keep it from hitting me in the nose, I huff and head down the stairs. Walking to the living room I go past my bedroom door and walk into the small, 3/4 bath. Large enough for a toilet, pedestal sink and a glass enclosed shower I set up my things and then walk back out and into the living room. Sitting down on the couch I turn on the TV to kill some time. Of course it doesn't last long because coming down the stairs is Vicki and her bouncing boobies.

"I'm going across the street to say hello to Nick."

"I'm sure he'll be glad to see you." I say with a fake smile as she walks to the door and lets herself out. Standing up I walk over to the window and wait till she is halfway across the street before stepping outside. Staying back on the patio, I pull my phone out from my pocket, turn on the camera and zoom in on that ass. Swinging like a seesaw, it doesn't take long for it to drop. Already outside, Nick is mowing the front yard. Like most of the houses on my street, his is a two story with black shutters and a white picket fence. Arriving at the fence with enough crack showing to drop a quarter down it like a gumball machine, Victoria wiggles her shorts back up before grabbing the fence post and leaning forward playfully. Even though I cannot hear them, I know that she has managed to get his attention despite the roaring of the lawn mower. hearing the motor die, I watch has he smiles and then approaches her. Embracing, they immediately kiss and his hands are already traveling up her sides.

No doubt to lift her shirt and get groping on those marvelous and large squishy tits. Shockingly enough she stops him just as he starts to lift her T-shirt and instead maneuvers his hands to her lower back. Letting them go she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a kiss as he dives down the back of her shorts. Zooming in, I can see that she has trained him well because instead of going inside her panties, he goes over the top. Digging deeper to fill his hands with her bubbly bottom, he inadvertently pushes the back of her shorts down and exposes the top half of her full-back, silk panties. Big and white, they are indeed feminine with a frilly waistband. Continuing to watch, I can tell that he is getting more and more turned on the longer they make out and the longer it goes the more aggressive his groping gets.

It is only when a portion of her lily-white and little butt cheeks pop out does Vicki end the session. After that they talk for a little bit before she turns around and starts heading back towards the house. When she does Nick returns to mowing the lawn, looking over once when she is already across the street. Stuffing my phone back in my pocket as she's just starting her path up the walkway when she sees me standing outside.

Putting on her most arrogant look, she looks right at me as she saunters up the stairs. "I guess you couldn't resist after all. Well, Nick is coming over after dinner to watch movies and fool around so it looks like you'll have another chance to learn how a REAL woman does it."

Watching her walk into the house, it takes everything I have to keep from bitch slapping her to hell and back! Storming into the house I keep my distance by hiding in my bedroom while she lounges on the couch playing on her phone and watching TV. Only coming out to make up dinner and eat, I quickly disappear into my cave just as Nick knocks on the door.

Turning on my TV and my laptop, I smile as I turn on my surprise, the hidden cameras set up in the living room, upstairs bathroom and her bedroom. Having spent the last couple of weeks setting them up in the middle of the night when my parents were asleep, now it is time to put them to use. One by one the multiple panels on my television screen light up to show each room under surveillance. Clicking on one of the rooms would expand to show even more camera angles. So, with my mouse in hand I went straight to the living room. Seeing four different angles, I click on the overview which is a camera mounted on the ceiling fan in the center of the room. There I watch as the two embrace and share a small kiss before Vicki breaks it off then leads him to the couch by his hand. Backing out, I find the one facing the couch and expand the screen. Looking at my television I get to enjoy the upcoming show in high definition.

Oh yeah, and I hooked up speakers too so I can hear everything. Plugging in my headphones, I place them on top of my head and get ready to watch The Greatest Show on Earth.