This choice: Your sister leaves you there • Go Back...Chapter #6Bra Stuffing by: Unknown You could not see anything. The confines of Christine's bra were shrouded in total darkness. Your mother had left after seeing her children and niece off, and now you could here your sister and cousin talking as stashed away their luggage or rather that was what you assumed they were doing. Christine was moving around a lot before she finally settled down, and her sizable breasts jiggled to a standstill. There was very little room to spare inside your sister's bra, which meant that you were firmly pressed into the supple flesh of her right breast, spread eagle with the middle of your back positioned over the nipple, forced to conform to the contour curve of the front of the breast while you flattened against it. You were essentially a living pastie at this point, plastered right on your sister's pink areola.
You could only wait until Christine decided to take you out, but it has already been a while since she sat down. When was she going to remove you from her bra? Not long afterward when you heard the captain's voice come over the intercom. The plane was about to take off. The captain announced the planes destination and thanked the passenger for picking this particular airline to travel with before your surrounding were suddenly bathed in blinding light. Christine had used a finger to pull away her shirt and bra to peer down at you. You tilted your head back as best you could despite being plastered to her fair skin to see her face, an amused gleam in her eye and she wore a mischievous grin, as she stifled a laugh.
"Allen, look at you! You look like a pastie covering my nipple." She said. Your sister moved suddenly which caused her perky breasts to jostle a bit. Christine watched as you bounced along with her boobs and giggled to herself. "Jeez, little brother, you weren't even in there for ten minute and already you're squished to my tit. If you stay in there much longer you might end up as your big sis' skin art."
You attempted to peel yourself off of your sister's skin, but you were being held in place by the sheer density of her flesh and the thin sheen of sweat coating her chest, acting as an adhesive. All your efforts amounted to little more than Christine's right breast wobbling around a little.
“You can get off at any time, Allen.” Christine stated, your sister continued to look down at you for a minute, clearly waiting for you to leave. You cursed her stupidity, as it should have been obvious to anyone else that you were stuck. “Oh, wow! Don't tell me...that you actually like your own sister's titties that much?" Christine asked. She blew her minty breath over you and her nipple to tease you, the cool breeze sending a chill through you. She then shook her chest lightly to watch you bounce with her some more. "You do, don't cha?" She laughed. "What a perv! But who am I to ruin a good time? You can stay there then.” You tried to wiggle and squirm to let your sister know that she was way off with her assessment, but you were too slow. Christine let her shirt snap back into place and readjusted her bra as the plane taxied down the runway. She gently rubbed a finger of the front of her small, black t-shirt, circling her nipple through the shirt before giving her right breast a light pat before putting on a pair of headphones and picked up a magazine as she settled in for the long flight with her older cousin whom did not seem to notice her conversation.
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