Th...thanks," she said, an odd quiver in her voice that Martin hadn't heard before, a tiny smile creeping onto her face. With that they were ushered into a well-lit hallway as Roselyn followed behind them, and pointed them down to the living room. I don't know, Theo's pretty big when it comes to guys." My older sister Sarah added in, eavesdropping from the other room. My name is Theodore, and I've been married for 2 years to my beautiful wife, Elizabeth. She's about 6 inches shorter than I am, with short red hair. A natural ginger. She's fairly thin with C-cup breasts, and almost no ass.

Sarah is 2 years older than me, and is slightly taller, with long blonde hair and blue eyes. She has nice curves, but it blood related to me. Erin's bulge was massive, and I was worried, "How much could she of grown so much? She was so small before." I thought to myself. I wish I could be like Gloria, she's amazing, her character is probably my favourite, I even got one of her signature dresses one time but I've never had the opportunity to wear it-" gabbled Olivia, who seemed to be releasing all the pent-up passions she could never talk about at work or home as the conversation flew by. Olivia waited for nearly thirty minutes to shower and clean up. (Martin's evening routine involved shaving his entire body. Apparently it made him 'more manly'.) There were a few beaming photos of Roselyn and her family dotted across various surfaces without making it feel cluttered, and Olivia noticed there were no boyfriends or husbands next to her in the photographs.Could we turn the lights off?" she asked. Her voice was gentle, and she had long since stopped trying to add weight to it; no one ever took her seriously anyway.

She struggled morosely into her pyjamas, and placed herself in the bed. Usually she would be starving but she felt so exhausted from the day's events that the bed was the only thing she cared about right now. I'll take the bet, no way some feminine shorty like you has more meat than me." I exclaimed, "What are we betting tho?" Roselyn's expression was earnest, and Olivia's heart beat a little faster. Clearly this wine must be stronger than she'd realised...

Which Tale will You Choose?

The intimidating girl in front of them narrowed her eyes. Her striking features were heightened by the way she seemed to loom over them, and Olivia couldn't help noticing how gorgeous she looked; the large brown eyes and full cheeks made what little confidence she had gathered this morning drain away into her shoes. Nonsense," he proclaimed, whippet-thin chest puffed up to its broadest state. "I'll get you going, I always do." She counted the seconds as he pumped away like a dog on its owner's leg, stimulating the barest sensations in her. Olivia couldn't help it as her eyes snapped down to the girl's crotch. There was a subtle bulge there, and her eyes went round like saucers. It was rather ominous. How had she not seen it before? His smooth, youthful face was framed by ginger curls, and he was often mistaken for being a teenager despite being in his mid-twenties. Right now it was bursting with excitement.

Actually, I was investing by the time I was eighteen." said Roselyn icily. "And don't you ever let this cutie talk?" she said gesturing to Olive who blushed. Fifth Street West!" Olivia finished, her eyes lighting up. "I love that show! Bit of a guilty pleasure... Wow, Gloria, really? Well... Well you're the spitting image of Jessie to me."Roselyn didn't bite, but it was clear already that she wasn't overly keen on Martin, her thighs flexing like a lion about to rip the head off a gazelle, and there was a pause as she seemed to be turning something over in her head. Martin meanwhile was in full flow, and the girls weren't even hiding their disdain anymore. Kya had turned the music up louder but somehow his voice seemed to drill between the airwaves and resonate shrilly in everyone's eardrums. I am not surprised you don't have boyfriends yet," he said airily to them, who were snorting into their wine glasses with every vacuous statement. "None of you have changed since I last saw you, as for me, I moved up in the world," he said, gesturing to his girlfriend as if she somehow made him superior to everyone else in the room by virtue of her existence. I tell you what... I'm thinking you're right Martin, this is a school reunion! Why don't you both come inside.." After a minute of mindless humping, the inevitable warm cream spread inside her with a loud moan from Martin who smiled at her, extracting himself, and jumping up, bubble butt shining in the moonlight. Weirdly his globes made her quite self-conscious of her own shallower curves.

Olivia tried her best to ignore him, which was easier whenever Roselyn was chatting to her. She was quite charming, and soon they managed to separate themselves from the rest of the group, making drinks at the counter whilst Martin continued to make himself public enemy number one. Olivia murmured, surprised, but before she could remove it the hand was taken away, leaving her confused and touching the place where she had been stroked as Roselyn begin introducing the girls. I'll show it to you alone sometime," she said winking, and Olivia felt her nerves ratchet up a notch. Another few minutes passed of them discussing the show, and Olivia found herself getting more and more animated as they pored over the tragic love triangles and injustices. Olivia felt a deep sense of foreboding at Roselyn's sudden charm, and had the distinct feeling they were walking blindfolded into a tiger's den, but Martin marched in immediately and she was left with no choice but to follow whilst trying to ignore Roselyn's piercing gaze as she entered the spacious threshold.

The other girls tried and failed to supress giggles at this, one snorting, another openly laughing. I'm going to get this fiiiine girl something nice," she said, ignoring him and putting a hand on Olivia's shoulder. My step-sister is named Erin, and she's not a normal human. She's a hermaphrodite. A fertile, hung, and beautiful hermaphrodite.