Hope, and a Late Delivery

“Ow, that hurts!” Helen cried out, practically moaning the words. “You’re being so rough!”

“Great…” Steven groaned, leaning back in the chair with his legs crossed while wishing that he’d taken care of himself before coming down to eat, hoping that it would’ve helped him keep his pesky best friend under control. “Why me?”

“Why you, what?” Amy drunkenly giggled, having sneaked up behind her cousin without him realizing it. “Are you regretting wearing basketball shorts?”

Steven nearly jumped out of his skin when she pressed her big breasts into the back of his head, but he didn’t pull away. However, he did try to casually close his legs in an attempt to hide his bulging erection from his cousin’s view, but to no avail. He looked up into Amy’s smiling face, wanting to know what was going through her head before he said something he might regret.

“That’s one way to put it.” He said, his face flushed and awkwardly smiling. “What’s up?”

“Nuthin’.” She shrugged, mushing her huge, soft tits against his head slightly more, her eyes shifting between his face and lap. “Just came to see if you wanted to hang out for a bit after everyone goes to bed.”

Steve’s eyes widened and fluttered in disbelief. Was she seriously offering what he thought she was offering? To be honest, Amy wasn’t fat by any means, but this would be the first time that he’d ever hooked up with a girl with a couple of slight love-handles on her sides. Of course, he also hadn’t fucked a pair of tits as big as hers, now that he thought about it. Even if she had the body of a supermodel, her tits would likely still be just as big and full as they are now, he figured.

“I, uh… Yeah, that’d be cool. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep much anyway without my stash on me.”

“Yeah?” Amy’s face lit up a bit more as she quickly glanced back towards the entryway to see if anyone was there, then leaned down to whisper into his ear. “Don’t tell anyone, but I’ve got some of my own, and I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

Steven’s heart was pounding. Who gave a shit that this was his cousin? This busty redhead was offering to get him high and potentially going to let him satisfy a few of his carnal desires.

“When and where?” He asked, almost a little too desperately. “Because I’d kill for a hit right now.”

“I do have ooone little condition, though.” Amy giggled, running a hand down his slim but sturdy chest. “You have to come out there with me and keep me from dying of boredom.”

“What?” That caught him off guard. “Why?”

Amy’s smile vanished, she threw her head back, and then she let out the weariest sigh of all time, her soft tits still pushing against the top of his dome.

“Because I’m trapped in a house for two months with a bunch of old ladies and your sister, who might as well be one of them.” Amy began, bringing her hand up and using it to gently stroke his face. “I’m already bored out of my mind, but they’ll give me shit if I don’t drink with them. I’m thinking having you around to relentlessly tease might spice things up a bit, being that you can’t keep from perving out on everyone whenever we’re around.” She said as her smile returned and looked back down at his confused expression.

“I wouldn’t call it perving out, but, I mean, uh… Nevermind.” Steve said, but then dropped the subject knowing that he would just dig his grave even deeper as far as being able to deny that topic was concerned. “Whatever you wanna’ call it, I’m pretty sure that I’m just going to make everyone uncomfortable. Besides, I-”

“Dude.” Amy said, giving his face the gentlest of smacks with her hand. “I know you’re too young to remember, but there’s nothing you could do out there that would make them half as uncomfortable as the stuff most of them have done in front of everyone.”

“I’m not so sure about that…”

“Can you keep your clothes on, and your hands to yourself?”

“Well, yeah, but-”

“Then there’s nothing to worry about.” She said with a wink, then gave him another light slap. “If Johnny or Aunt Dany give you any kind of shit, I’ll be there to back you up by bringing a few things up that both of them would like to forget.”

What was happening? Steven wondered if his current situation was handed to him by God themselves as an apology for those pills not arriving. More importantly, he was definitely going to be asking Amy for details in regards to these stories about his mom that he’d never known of.

“If that’s the case, then you’ve got yourself a deal.” He said. “Just give me a minute to get my friend under control.”

“You got it.” She giggled, pulling her big booba off of him and turning to walk away with a skip in her step. “Don’t keep us waiting.”

Steven chuckled, then made a half-frown as he watched her flat ass strut out of the kitchen.

Oh well, he thought to himself.

At least she had great tits.

After about a minute had passed, Steven was soft enough to tuck his cock back somewhat and keep it out of sight as he walked out of the kitchen and took Amy up on her offer to join them in the living room. Just before he took his final step through the doorway, a two-dimensional black hole about the size of a dinner plate opened up in a random part of the ceiling, and a cardboard box with a note taped to it fell through its boundary.

It bounced off of the counter and slid into a corner of the kitchen that was partially obscured by the table, going completely unnoticed by the person it was intended for.