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Mason - Chapter 4
🕑 Added 2021-11-19 05:54:46 +0000 UTCMikayla had ended up stretching herself out on the couch not long after, and let Reese sit on the back of her leg to keep watching her show. It was safer than somewhere on the couch, where she could easily roll over and squish him. But now he was hungry. Technically, he had his own mini-kitchen against one of the walls of his room, half stocked with normal food and half stocked with a bunch of micro-canned stuff in case of emergencies. But his pantry was never as plentiful as the big one, so he’d gotten used to eating almost all of his meals in the main kitchen anyways. So not only were his options sparse, but it hadn’t been restocked in a couple weeks and a lot of stuff had probably gone bad. And it was on all the way on the other side of their massive, annoyingly huge house.
“Hey, can you take me to the kitchen?” he asked Mikayla as he stood up, turning to look across her body in her direction. But it looked like she’d fallen asleep, evidenced by her nonresponse and steady breathing. He grumbled, but was too stubborn still to use his own kitchen, so he carefully made his way across her leg on her way to her face so he could wake her up.
After trudging up her hill of a butt, he paused, looking down at the tightly stretched denim that covered his sister’s ass. Everything was always bigger for him. Even if it was a butt that belonged to his older sister, even if it was responsible for farting in his face every now and then, it was still impossible to just ignore.
He couldn’t just gawk at her ass all day though, so he kept on moving, jogging across her back. But the ground he was standing on suddenly shook, and it rose up in one direction as she slowly moved in her sleep. Knowing that she might turn over and end up squashing him under her back, he quickly ran sideways up the ascending slope, jumping at the last second to barely land at the top, which was now on top of her arm, barely keeping his balance. But she was turning all the way over, and as her body fell backwards, he had to jump in the same direction, landing awkwardly on her collarbone. Its slight bump of a shape made him lose his footing though, and he tumbled forward, right in the center of her sternum. He glanced to the side, where the shadows of her shirt concealed her cleavage.
But Mason tripping onto Mikayla’s skin had given her a slight tickling sensation, making her wake up from the light slumber. She lifted her head a bit to see her brother crouching just above the hem of her shirt, looking back up at her with a relieved expression. “Hey, sorry for waking you, but I haven’t eaten in awhOOOAH!”
For the second time in under an hour, his sister’s movements had cut him off from even finishing his sentence, except this time she was sitting up instead of grabbing a remote. “Wait, Mikayla!” he yelled out frantically, as her torso got steeper and he struggled to maintain his footing. She chuckled at how helpless he looked, and the vibrations of her chest caused him to finally fall backwards into her shirt. His fall was broken as his back sunk into the crack formed by her boobs, pinning his arms helplessly to his sides.
Wanting to tease him just a bit more, she pressed her breasts together, forcing him to get completely engulfed by her tits, smothered by the squish. She rubbed them—and him—around for a few seconds, and then let them open back up, quelling his claustrophobia.
Her thumb and forefinger reached down, grabbing ahold of one of his feet, and she pulled him out from her shirt, raising him high up while he dangled deliriously upside down. “I haven’t eaten in awhile either you know,” she murmured, and then opened her mouth, tilting her head skyward and directing his body over her open throat.
“Wait no, Mikayla!” he shouted, wriggling desperately but helplessly as she lowered him into her mouth. His head went past her teeth, past her tongue, past the roof of her mouth. She only needed to insert two fingers into her mouth to keep ahold of him, and was able to stick them so far into her mouth, she could feel her brother’s frantic body tickling her uvula—and then get lowered even deeper. “PLEASE, STOP!” he cried out, actually scared now. He knew she’d never eat him, but just the idea that he could be swallowed alive by another human was something that gave him nightmares.
Mikayla could tell she’d gone far enough, so she pulled his body back out and lowered him to her shirt, using the end of the fabric to wipe some of her saliva off her brother’s clothes.
Then she lifted him back up and with her other hand, grabbed ahold of his hand diagonal to the foot she was holding, and lifted his body up so it was hanging sideways in front of her face. “Sorry,” she giggled, leaning forward to give him a quick kiss (which covered most of his body), and then dropped him into her palm. “Now let’s go get some real food.”
