You head to school.

You pull out of the driveway and Brittney heads the car towards school. You close your eyes like you always do, dreading school. For some reason you have never been able to concentrate on school, and you are so ready to be done with all the bull shit of high school.

"So why are you always staring at mine and Becky's tits. Are you just a total perv or what?"

It takes you a second to realize that Brittney is talking to you, and that she has just asked you a very embarrassing question. Time slows like it does when you would rather crawl down a hole. The question bets an answer but how to answer? You decide to go with the truth, if nothing else that should surprise her. "I am a normal teenage guy, you two walk around in skimpy clothes looking all hot, what do you expect me to do? I don't have a girlfriend to work any of my sexual energy off with, the least you could do is help me with that."

"Ewhhh, so you are looking at our tits and beating off thinking about us. We're your sisters how can you do that? I never think about you like that, it just would not be right."

You are somewhat hurt by her response and you don't say anything back to her. It is so confusing they are your sisters, but you are not really related, you just grew up in the same house.

"Maybe I could help on the girlfriend front if you promise to stop beating off thinking about me."

You say back to her, "It's not like I am doing it every minute, lay off of it. You are not the only girl in the world."

Then she asks, "So tell me who you like and let's see who might fit your needs for a girlfriend."

You say, "Jenny Marshall, she is so pretty."

"Yeah she is. She is way out of your league."

You try again, "Sue Shepard."

"Have you seen her boyfriend? He would beat you so your mother would not recognize you."

Alright you say how about, "Sarah Pratt."

"Not even if you had 50 million dollars."

This back and forth went on for several more minutes, each of your dream girls being shot down by your sister. You were getting to the bottom of your list, was there no girl in school who would date you?

You try one more, "Anne Masters."

Your sister is silent for a moment then she says, "That one is doable. I'll check my source and let you know after school."

Anne Masters, not bad looking, a math geek thick glasses, but big tits, nice tight ass, and ..., well beyond that it really didn't matter.

You are dying in school all day, trying to decide if your sister can help you get things going with Anne. You think about her all day, even pass her in the hall once. You look at her and realize she is far prettier than you thought at first glance. Behind those thick glasses and her braces she is a good looking girl. The pink sweater she is wearing today does nothing to hide her big tits. You imagine her nipples must be big and thick. You can feel your cock start to swell as you think about touching her tits.

Finally the school day is over and you head back out to your sister's car for a ride home. She takes her time and you end up sitting in the car for ten minutes waiting for Brittney to arrive. Finally she comes walking up to you.

"Well?" you say to her.