This choice: She drops you into her expansive cleavage • Go Back...Chapter #5For Old Times Sake by: Lelouch   December appeared disinterested when she scooped you up with her fingernail. “Why are you here bro?” It was a little funny how she could seem so sophisticated but still toss out terms like bro so easily.
You responded with the truth, although you had your own little spin to it. “It’s been a while since we say each other so I figured why not stop by for a day? See my sister in action.”
Your sister adjusted her glasses; they weren’t there for visual aid. She used them like lawyers on TV did, for dramatic action. On her person they also added the allure of an intelligent beauty, that was an oxymoron if ever there was one. Besides, most people would’ve focused more on the more than inappropriate amount of cleavage she was sporting. That was probably why she made such a good lawyer; no one could focus with such a well endowed chest shoved in their faces. At times you’ve even caught yourself looking at it with lustful eyes. Like the current moment for instance, it took a couple extra seconds before you caught December’s words. “Sorry bro, but no excitement today, just paper work and case files. But I think I know how to make it exciting.” Before you could query December brought her fingernail above her cleavage and dropped you into its endless expanse. “Climb from between my boobs; I always love feeling you climb me.” And that was true; it was December’s favorite pass-time with you growing up. It remained as such even today.
You’d long since adjusted to the idea of climbing your sister, but whenever it was between her breasts you were always thrown for a loop. Both of the ungodly mammeries seemed sizable to a continent or even small planet, adorned with an infinite number of thin pores and wrinkles of the skin. There were plenty of places to grab and use as footholds, but the very idea of it was enough to arouse you. Even Rachael’s beautiful pair paled in comparison to December’s, and that was with the knowledge she was your sister!
It wasn’t the first time you were asked to do the task though so you skipped the embarrassment phase and went straight to climbing. Thank God December’s breasts were so squished together in her tight outfit; otherwise you would’ve fallen straight to your death. But you were fine, and your climb began.
The very idea of climbing a breast was enough to turn on any man, with every grip you’re literally getting a handful of boob and pulling yourself up. There was nothing special to the climbing method, and the feeling hadn’t changed over the last several years. You start out embarrassed, then slowly as you work your way up you get over it. In a way climbing December’s boobs built character, you get some exercise and learn some nice self control with temptation. But there are always moments of weakness, like one you had about halfway through.
It was nothing; you just climbed like you had for the last hour. December had long since continued her work and possibly forgot you were even there. You were halfway up December’s right breast, your starting point miles below you in a chasm of darkness. You reached up for another handhold, you got it. But when you pulled up…your grip slipped for a brief moment. You stumbled a bit and quickly reached up with your other hand for support; but your head leaned forward the slightest amount and before you knew it, was deep within the never-ending flesh of your sister’s breast. The soft feel of her skin against your face was enough to arouse any man, including you. Before you even knew it you were looking at December’s breast in the faint light transfixed, a tinge of red crossing your cheek. You could feel your heart beat, it couldn’t hurt. You leaned in and gave one, subtle, kiss.
The submission to your sister’s beauty was amazingly satisfying, but your body craved more; and in your moment of weakness, you caved. You gave another kiss, then a lick, a nuzzle against her boob. Five minutes later you were pretty much humping her breast like you were in love. The temptation caused you to be horny, and the horniness caused you to lose all reason. It didn’t even matter December was your sister now, she was smoking hot and you wanted her in your messed up moment.
At first the giantess didn’t even notice, she was too focused into her work. But she could feel her nipples growing hard and goosebumps breaking out along her skin, her body knew what was up, but she didn’t. You were in heaven, somehow having lost all reason. Your hand reached for your pants, in a bid to remove them. A moment later, a microscopic pair of jeans were fluttering down the dark chasm of her cleavage, you were almost naked against the massive mammery.
It was at that moment you realized, you were about to submit sexually to your sister’s breast. It seemed so…so wrong. But your aroused self wanted it so. Could you really live with yourself for doing it? Would you really go that far for sexual pleasure?
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