After a few minutes of waiting and countless loud and noxious farts from your sister blasting into your nose with the volume of a trumpet, the endless darkness finally gave way to the light of sunshine.
You got up, feeling sore, as Claire had stood up to greet her friend sitting on the motorbike. Her name was Delilah, and she was 18 too. You always heard your sister mention her when talking with your mother over dinner (the few times you were lucky enough to grab the seat that Claire didn't want to sit in and press her large ass on your crotch and stomach for the duration until you were finally free to eat your cold food once she got off) and from what you could gather Delilah was the rebellious outspoken type.
Now finally seeing her, you could see why. When Delilah took her large helmet off her face, you could see her messy red dyed hair, ripped jeans that were too tight for her voluptuous hips and massive thighs, and a white sleeveless shirt that wrapped tight around her massive boobs and gut. On top of that, she was wearing a short black leather jacket.
Delilah was as tall as your sister, which meant she was twice your height and a bit more as your face only went up to the middle of her ass. Delilah had tattoos of skulls and daggers on her arms and some poking out from the visible skin in her ripped jeans.
"Thanks for picking me up!" Claire waved to Delilah as Delilah handed her another large motorcycle helmet. "No prob. Your neighbourhood was on my way anyway." Delilah replied as you got into the back seat, looking small when compared to Delilah, who was so massive that she made the motorbike look like a toy underneath her. She stank too, probably since she didn't shower often, which made sitting directly behind her an interesting experience with the pungent musk hitting your nose.
But you didn't have to worry. After all, as far as they were concerned, Claire and Delilah where the only ones there. You were so small and insignificant you were often forgotten, displayed as Delilah swung her fat legs over and slammed her fat ass down onto you. She had thought there was an empty seat, but was now using you as a seat, your groin pressed close to her bare flesh and thin panties while the upper half of her butt pressed against your stomach.
"Hold on tight!" Delilah yelled back as she revved the handle and started riding.
Claire had her arms around Delilah no problem, but you couldn't fit your arms around Claire as she was too wide and your arms too short. As such, you could only pray as your grabbed on to her shirt, feeling the fast wind moving past you whilst holding on for dear life.
As the journey went on, you were more than often pelted with potent farts coming through hard and fast into your face, making you sport an erection that went unnoticed poking into your sister's giant rear end and extremely thin thong.
Did you make it to school in time? Or were you late?
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