My name is Sandy. I'm a little above average height at 5'8", though my figure otherwise hasn't really changed since high school... which means I'm sporting B-cups and kind of skinny everywhere else. Sandy blonde hair, sea green eyes, and my skin color is a tad pale. I'm 25 years old, but I'm still single... in fact, I haven't dated anyone since high school. I keep in touch with my parents, as any good person should in my opinion, but I don't have to worry about keeping in touch with the other person in my family...
"Hey, sis! Mind if I stay a couple days with you? Please?"
My 21 year old sister, Jessica, likes to keep in touch with me... a little too personally. She has the same hair and eye color as I, but her skin is a bit less pale and more tanned. While she was shorter and less developed than I about 8 years ago, she's since shown our parents' tricks has more than paid off by being quite tall at 6'1" with an attractive amount of curves topped by C-cup breasts. Of course, right now at my door, she's wearing her 5" long heels, boosting her height to 6'6".
I should say "no, leave me alone" and close the door in her face. She's over here almost every week. But, I'm a kind woman and I know for a fact that Jessica would welcome my stay with her at any time for as often and long as I want or need. She's always been fond of me as her beloved older sister, so I understand why she likes to visit often; she misses us living together. So naturally I close the door, and quickly hide all the measuring tools before undoing the latch and say, "Okay, Jessica. Come on in. But you know my rules: shoes come off at the door."
I can't get the door open fast enough for her, as she practically smashes the door open to rush in and squeeze me in a hug. I'm almost positive I see spots in my eyes before she relents. "You're the best, Sandy! I know I tell you that all the time, but I really mean it!" she cheers with utmost enthusiasm as she takes her heels off. I really don't understand how she can drive properly with those things on, and she almost never wears anything else on her feet.
The reason for that is simple, and ties into our parents' trick. As a child, she was always tall for her age, yet that wasn't enough for her, and always happily expressed a desire to grow even bigger. So our parents used this to their advantage: if she wanted to grow big, she had to eat her vegetables. She devoured even the broccoli I wouldn't touch with a 10 foot pole and dumped on her plate when mom wasn't looking, and guzzled more milk than a Hummer guzzles gas during our childhood.
As Jessica plops herself onto my couch, taking her suit jacket off and opening a couple buttons on her blouse to 'give her girls some air' as she puts it, I ask, "By the way, I talked with mom and dad the other day about our childhood. Do you remember what they did to coerce you to eat your greens?"
Jessica laughs as she answers, "Oh yeah! And it definitely worked. But I didn't eat just mine, as you so kindly dumped your broccoli onto my plate when they weren't looking! I still don't like that thing, by the way. Whoever thought these little green trees were supposed to be edible originally ought to have been slapped silly." she adds, "Still... that wasn't quite what I meant back then."
"You're totally going to be looking up those sites you frequent so often, aren't you?"
"...You know me only too well, Sandy. It's... It's a shame James didn't want to even try to understand." Jessica answers me sadly.
Immediately my heart went out to my younger sister. I almost thought she and James could've been a nice couple together, but the dream she's clung to since she was a little girl, growing into a giantess, scared him away. "Oh, I'm so sorry... That's... what, the third boyfriend to dump you because of that dream now?" I say with sympathy.
"Fourth. I know I should be happy for what I've got, but..." Jessica corrects, but then changes the subject, "Say, have you commissioned a picture for your old fursona yet?"
"N-not yet..." I admit, blushing. I almost consider changing back to the subject of her being dumped, but I can sense my sister would rather not go into it further. She's rarely said anything awful about her ex-boyfriends, except if they were abusive or had been cheating on her, but even then she only meant it as a warning to her ex's future girlfriend. I salute her kind heart.
I leave Jessica to her own devices for now, thankful she's long since outgrown her old habit of asking me to measure her when she thought she might have grown... which happened at least once a week when we were kids. Instead, she's gotten into the habit of measuring herself, thus why I hid all my measuring tools before letting my sister in. I love her with all my heart, but I don't want to see her getting her hopes up when she and I both know she's done growing.
A bit later, I hear Jessica panting and moaning in pleasure in the living room. Normally I'd scold her for masturbating in there and around my laptop as I don't want to clean the potential mess, but today due to her recent break up... I let it slide this one time. I don't want to see her as devastated as when her Mr. Unicorn toy wouldn't stay inflated any longer after years of owning it, and had to say goodbye.
That evening, we go out to this Chinese restaurant in town. "You know, I would've just as happily ate at McDonald's, Sandy... I don't need to be taken out to any place special." Jessica says humbly.
"Jessica... it's just an all-you-can-eat buffet. If I wanted to take you someplace fancy, this wouldn't be it." I reply curtly. Clearly, she still hasn't eaten at a real fancy restaurant before in her life. Perhaps I should take her to one for the experience someday soon...
We order our drinks, and then get up to grab and fill our plates with what we want to eat. I note her glancing at the desserts for a moment before going for the actual food as I select what I want. By the time we finish piling food on our plates and return to our table, our drinks have arrived.
Everything is going normally, with Jessica and I eating... perhaps a bit more than we should have and she still somehow finding room in her stomach for dessert, until we get the bill. The bill itself is unremarkable, and soon paid with a generous tip, but the fortune cookies are where the evening took a turn for the strange. "Family and friendship are the greatest treasures of all." I read from mine.
"Well that's obvious. I wonder what mine reads..." Jessica responds, just before cracking her cookie open. I notice as her eyes widen as she reads what the little piece of paper has to say, and after a minute reads it aloud. "If you wish with all your heart, your dreams may come true."
"You realize you're probably not the first person to receive that fortune, right?" I remind her gently.
"Of course, Sandy..." Jessica replies, "I guess we should be getting back, then."
I nod and we exit. When we return to my place, I opt to turn in early, so I prepare for bed. Jessica on the other hand steps outside for a minute to wish with all her heart for her dream to come true. I knew from the moment she read her fortune she'd do this. Not seeing the harm in it, I quietly wish for her dream to come true before falling asleep.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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