“So…here’s the thing.” Stacy sighed loudly, which surprised you. It seemed like whatever she was about to ask your help with, she didn’t want any part of herself. “You know my best friend, Vicky? She invited me out to this super big, super popular nightclub tonight.”
“A nightclub?” You asked.
“Yeah. Vicky’s a crazy party animal. Anyway, you know how much I…strongly dislike crowded and loud places. My perfect evening is sitting at home and reading a book, not drinking the night away at a club.”
“Hey, I’m right there with you.” You joked, causing Stacy to giggle.
“Still, Vicky’s being really stubborn about this. She’s absolutely insistent that I go tonight. Says I spend too much time inside…which…might be true.”
“So, you want me to tag along for a bit of support?” You surmised. “I can do that.”
“Support…yeah.” Stacy’s cheeks suddenly flushed bright red, and she averted her eyes from you. “Um…actually…it might not be the kind of support you’re thinking of. I want to bring you along, yeah, but I’m afraid…uh…conventional methods of transport might be too dangerous in a nightclub. Also, I don’t want Vicky seeing you, especially not while drunk.”
“What are you implying Stacy?”
“Well…I wanted to…” Stacy trailed off and bit her lip. She took a second to compose herself. “Maybe…hold you…in my cleavage?” Stacy phrased her proposal as a question, looking at you out of the corners of her eyes. You were visibly shocked by this statement, but it made logical sense. You would most likely be much safer tucked between Stacy’s boobs then being held in her hand or riding on her shoulder.
“Okay…okay. Alright. That’s fine.” You nodded after a minute. “You’re my sister, and I’ll gladly help you out in any way that I can.”
“Seriously? Thank you so much Sammy! This really means a lot! Just feeling you there with me will give me a lot more courage.” Stacy stood up and looked down at you. “I’ll have to make this up to you later.”
“You can treat me to dinner sometime!” You yelled up to her. Stacy smiled.
“I’ll do just that.” Stacy replied, before crossing her room to her dresser. She rummaged around for a minute before pulling out a change of clothes to wear to the nightclub. You assumed that she was probably going to change right now, a fact that was confirmed by Stacy grabbing her shirt and pulling it off over her head. You quickly turned around AND closed your eyes, just for good measure.
“I hope you’ve turned around Sammy.” Stacy joked, knowing full well that you had. You and her had an incredibly tight relationship, and were almost like best friends for each other. The thought of spying on your sister dressing would never even cross your mind.
After a few minutes, you felt the ground drop out from beneath you as Stacy gently scooped you up into her palm. You opened your eyes and turned to face your titanic sister. She had changed into a cute purple blouse and matching miniskirt. The top two buttons on the blouse were undone, leaving an appealing yet modest amount of cleavage visible.
Stacy carried you back downstairs, and the two of you spent the rest of the day watching TV and talking together. It was a very relaxed, enjoyable day, but the looming anxiety of the nightclub hung over the two of you like a storm cloud. Finally, it was about time for Stacy and you to hit the road. After saying goodbye to your mother, you and your sister went outside and got into her car.
Stacy set you down on the passenger’s seat while she settled into the driver’s seat. The ride over to the nightclub only took about fifteen minutes, which you spent most of trying to soothe Stacy’s highly-strung nerves. Upon arriving, Stacy paid for her parking in the crowded lot, as well as a received a ticket for the nearly sold-out nightclub. Eventually, the time came at long last.
“Thanks again for this Sammy. You’re the best squishy brother in the world.” Stacy smiled, picking you up. You saw her awkwardly blush as she lowered you down her shirt towards her breasts. As gently as she could, Stacy pushed you down between her incredibly jiggly boobs, slotting you in place between two warm mounds of flesh. She stopped once only your head was (just barely) visible. Even then, one would have to look closely to see you.
Climbing out of her car, Stacy walked up to the nightclub’s entrance, showing the security guard her entrance ticket. As she walked, her breasts methodically bounced up and down, her flesh undulated with every slight movement she made. Your body was shaken back and forth, but you couldn’t say it was an entirely unpleasant situation. Stacy’s boobs were surprisingly comfortable, like two giant, soothing pillows.
Once entering the nightclub, Stacy was immediately assaulted by an overwhelming assault of stimulus. The bass-pounding music, the shouts and cheers of hundreds of partiers, and the flashing strobe lights were dizzying. Stacy covered her ears, unused to hearing such blaringly loud music. As unfocused as she was, she was unable to notice a certain someone sneaking up behind her.
“STACY!!!” A drunken female voice shrieked, and the full weight of a twenty-two year old girl slammed into Stacy’s back. Stacy let out a surprised cry and jumped forward dramatically. Her breasts heaved into the air before settling back down, quivering around erratically. Stacy whirled around angrily, only to find her best friend Vicky giggling hysterically.
“Vicky? Why did you jump on me like that?” Stacy huffed, smoothing out her blouse and skirt. Vicky laughed.
“Yer…so shilly Shtacy!” Vicky stumbled through her words, obviously intoxicated. “But…shuper cute!” Vicky pounced again, drunkenly pawing at Stacy’s butt. Stacy pushed her away gently, knowing full well how playful and flirtatious Vicky was while drunk.
“Okay. I’m here Vicky. So now what?” Stacy inquired. Vicky frowned, trying to think of what she wanted to do with her best friend.
While all of this was going on, what has happened to you?
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