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Big Sisters

When Andy Johnson heard his mother’s single rap on the bedroom door, he woke with a start. Crap! Another friggin’ dull workday fork-lifting at the warehouse. He had a huge hard-on all red and hot, the usual residual of his recurring dream of Sophie with the huge knockers. She had a plump shape and big hips he loved to wrap his arms around while he buried his face in her nest. She’d straddle him, smothering him with her huge pillowy tits while his cock-pole nudged and danced around her pussy. Then she’d settle herself onto him, burying his rock-hard cock in her silky warm flesh. He could barely breathe and didn’t give a damn. It was a fantasy. He knew it would never really happen in his lifetime.
He looked down at himself then and laughed at his reluctantly drooping cock. He’d never been that close to a real girl, much less one with boobs as big as Sophie’s, the girl of his dreams. Yeah, he’d had a few dates, but they had gone nowhere. They never even returned his calls. Same-o, same-o, he thought as he went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
What the fuck am I going to do, Sophie? I gotta find a girl. Dream on, motherfucker.

The sun was barely up that same morning when the Benson twins Sue and Sally got off the city bus and walked the short block to Kitchen Appliances, a downtown factory where they had worked for the last 15 years. With the exception of their parents and a few friends who knew them well, people still found it impossible to tell them apart. It drove their supervisor nuts. Every time he thought he had them separated in his mind, they would correct him - even when he was right. Since they were his two best producers and he would never get enough of their huge tits, he graciously endured their bad humor.
The twins had always dressed alike. They came to work in Levi indigo jeans, rubber-soled sneakers, and loose fitting cotton blouses. Their jeans fit tightly so over their hips every bit of motion in their thighs and buttocks was on parade. In spite of their sturdy bras, their breasts bounced and jiggled as they worked on the line. They loosened their bra straps so that their heavy bustlines rode below their elbows and nudged their belt buckles. Their bosoms shook and swayed while they assembled appliances. They loved the show they put on and acted innocent and doe-eyed doing it.
They entered the plant, punched in, and went right to work. They smiled at the supervisor, ignored his lecherous looks, and glances from the less well-endowed women who worked beside them on the steam iron line. They worked feverishly. Their breasts were in constant motion as they attached cords and drove screws into sub-assemblies that would become irons further down the line. They ignored most of the chatter.

At their morning break, the twins looked for Annie Johnson. They spotted her guarding a table in the far corner of the cafeteria. With her hair up beneath a red bandanna and her loose fitting mom jeans, she reminded the twins of the WWII icon Rosie the Riveter. In reality, Annie Johnson was a divorced mother with an 18-year old son. She was only 5’ -1” with a petite shape and large blue eyes. The twins towered over her and they adored her. She had told them all about her dead-beat ex and his failed child support. The twins were like her big sisters, determined to do what they could to help her. Annie’s face lit up when she saw them. She patted a chair and eagerly beckoned them to sit with her.
“So how is son Andrew doing?” Sue asked while they sipped their coffee.
“We’re really hoping he’s finally found someone,” Sally added, automatically finishing Sue’s thought.
Annie frowned. “To tell the truth, ladies, I am getting very concerned about Andy. At least when he was in high school there were girls around him. Now that he’s graduated, he’s living in his own world, never even talks to a girl that I know of. He gets up in the morning, says little or nothing to me, then catches the bus to that dirty old warehouse where he works. He’s so unhappy. He’s become withdrawn, sullen, and skinny as a rail. He rarely went out with any girl and never more than once. Now he doesn’t go out at all.” Annie paused to compose herself. “I mean…look, do you two like think he could be…like one of those gay people? I don’t know what to do. I’ve even thought about going to my priest.”
Sue and Sally glanced at each other before they broke into unmitigated laughter. Their resilient bosoms shook with their mirth while Annie stared at them with a puzzled look. Sally spoke first. “We’re sorry, Annie. We really did not mean to laugh at your suggestion about the priest. We know you mean well and how you’re worried you are-”
“But speaking from our own experience,” Sue added, “we can tell you this: what priests know about gays, sex, and boy-girl relationships could be written on the edge of a dime with room to spare.”
“Look, Annie, it’s time to get down to brass tacks,” Sally continued. “We know how concerned you are. We’ve actually been talking about Andrew at home. Sue and I have an idea we’d like to share with you, but we don’t want to interfere either.”
“So are you open to suggestions?”
“We should warn you, Annie, this might not be what you want to hear, but we do know of whence we speak. Are you okay with that? Can you trust us?”
“Y-Yes. I trust you two more than my own mother. You’re the only real friends I have I love you both. I thank God for bringing you into my life. I don’t know what I’d do if I hadn’t met you. You’re better than big sisters.”
The twins gently squeezed Annie’s hand. Sally whispered, “We are looking out for you, Annie. You bring a lot of sunshine into our lives.”

Sue resumed the thread. “Okay, Sally and I have admitted we’ve been talking about Andrew. We’ve gotten to know your son at the company picnics, Christmas parties, and the like. He is a darling boy. Put simply, we think he’s lost his way. He’s not sure who he is. It happens. He just needs to be pointed in the right direction. So, here is what we propose. Send the boy to us. Let him live under our roof for a time. We think we can put him on the right track.”
Annie stared in disbelief at the twins. “Do I understand you want me to send Andy to your home…for how long?”
“We’re not really sure…a few weeks, maybe a month. Think of it as total immersion training.” Sally smiled.
“In more ways than one,” Sue echoed.
Sally leaned across the table. She spoke in a low voice. “We’d love to do it. We know it will help Andrew. You must trust us; we feel sure we know what your boy needs.”
Annie looked back at the twins. One thing she knew unquestionably, the twins would never harm her boy. Second, she was picking up a vague sense of what they planned. It was scary but on the other hand, it seemed to make sense. Third, the sincere and honest look in their eyes, their inner strength, and take-charge demeanor, not to mention their huge breasts and startling cleavage emerging from their modest necklines finally convinced her. She put a stop-thought to her concerns and agreed to place Andy in their hands.

Andy showed up at the twins’ home the following Saturday afternoon. He was dressed in faded jeans, worn sneakers, and a rock band tee shirt. He had fear, hesitancy, and concern written all over him. The twins immediately picked up on it and welcomed him into their home with warm smiles and hugs.
They had debated what to wear for his arrival and finally settled on what they called Saturday relaxed: loose fitting tee shirts that hid nothing and hip-hugging jeans. Neither woman wore a bra, which immediately caught Andy’s eye. His nervous delight was palpable and confirmed what they already thought: he was not gay. As they led him into the house, they reassured him it was the right thing to do; he would not regret his mother’s bidding. Think of it as a vacation away from home, they suggested. What surprised them was Andy’s up-front submission. He was quieter and more acquiescent than they remembered the last time they had seen him. All to the good, they decided as they showed him upstairs to their small plainly furnished guest bedroom.

Andy wasn’t sure what to think when his mom had suggested he spend a few weeks with the twins. He’d known them for years and could not deny he was secretly overcome every time he saw them. Seeing their huge tits reminded him of Sophie the girl of his dreams. However, it wasn’t just their tits. There was something else about them, too. They had always been good to him and his mother, helping and supporting her when she felt being a single mom was too much to bear.
His cock came to attention when the two women came onto their porch and hugged them into the pillowy expanse of their boobs. They were not wearing bras and yet they seemed perfectly comfortable with the image they projected. Their pendulous breasts swayed and jiggled enticingly, more than he remembered. Being short like his mother, the twins were able to press his face into the sumptuous valley of their breasts. He had made sure he recorded that memory for later use in bed. His masturbation fantasies had always been filled with big tits and thick nipples and these two women were for real. Even though he had no idea why his mother had sent him here, he made a silent vow not to rock the boat. Like a slow boat, he would ride it all the way to China.

He unpacked his things. Opening the closet to hang up a shirt, he spotted the frayed edge of an old magazine on the shelf the clothes pole. Taking it down, he saw it was a 12-year-old copy of Gentlemen Busty magazine. He’d seen the magazine on the newsstands, but had never had the courage to buy a copy for fear his mother might find it. “Serendipity rules,” he sang to himself as he stretched out on the bed, his unpacking forgotten. Several pages into the magazine, his eyes popped and his cock hit the wall.
There right in front of him in full color in a multi-page spread were the Benson twins. They were dressed in sandals, jean short shorts, and skimpy halters, showing a lot of well-tanned skin. He did a quick calculation. The magazine photos were at least 12 years old. It struck him the twins didn’t seem to have aged much if at all since the photos were taken. The photo caption said they were 23 years old. That would make them 35 today and it was like so wow. They were still drop dead fucking gorgeous. Their hair was longer then; running halfway down their backs, pony tails flying in a sun splashed summer breeze. They weren’t quite as plump then. Their waistlines were smaller and their tits weren’t as big and heavy as they were today. He liked the way their bodies had matured – mammoth tits, fat succulent nipples, dreamy hips, and big fuckable asses.
He lost himself in the photos. Like a guilty kid in a candy store, he drank in their boobs, their deep cleavage, and the thrust of their nipples through their stretchy tops. He’d never been so excited. The twins were cavorting on a sandy beach, dancing in and out of crystal-clear water, sometimes pausing to steal an impetuous kiss. He nearly came as he wondered if they still kissed like that. His cock stiffened. It grew and so hard, it sprang from his groin like a friggin’ oak tree, throbbing, crimson, and painful. He was beginning to drip even before he touched himself.
What the hell, Mom? What are you up to?

The twins served wine at dinner that evening. They stuffed him with platters of homemade pasta. The food was delicious, but he was so embarrassed he could scarcely look at them. He furtively studied the twins to see if they had a clue he might have found that damn magazine. By eight O’ clock, he was so satiated and sleepy they sent him up to bed.

The night was quiet and still. The only sound was the muted call of owl seeking a mate. The moon was full, drenching the bedroom with its soft pearlescent hue. Andy was asleep when the twins floated like silent wraiths into his bedroom. They woke him with smoldering kisses. When he struggled to open his eyes, they had already seated themselves on the bed on either side of him. As he swam into consciousness, he realized the twins were looking down at him with limpid moonlit eyes. Their expressions were inscrutable.
Sue spoke first. “You found the magazine.”
Shocked into silence, Andy stared up at them. They were wearing identical filmy nightgowns gathered at the waist. Their swollen breasts spilled heavily over the knotted cinctures. In the silvery light, they were like a stunning dream - much more beautiful than in the magazine. Mesmerized, he stared at the gentle motions of their unstayed breasts, their proud nipples plainly visible through the strained filmy fabric. He wanted to touch them, but didn’t for fear they would abandon him.
“We have more of us in old magazines and photos, too. It’s been years since we…um…modeled, but we never throw anything away.” Sue brushed a lock of hair away from his face. “You are a lovely boy, Andrew. Your mother is blessed to have a son like you.”
When he tried to speak, she shushed him with a fingertip to his lips. “It should be obvious, but we want to remind you your mom knows nothing about our modeling career. That was many years ago. It’s over and done with. We don’t think you’ll tell her.”
Andy shook his head. “Damn right I won’t!” Is this really happening?
“You are sweet, Andrew, and at the same time so awfully ignorant about girls. We have a plan to help you, a way out of your misery.”
“I…I don’t understand.”
The twins laughed. “You don’t have to understand. You just do as you’re told. We will teach you what you need to know about women; we’ll train you in the art of pleasuring a woman.”
“How did you know…about me?” They laughed so hard their breasts shook. He nearly came at the shimmying of their bosoms.
“Andrew, you are as transparent as glass. Your mom has told us of her concerns, but we already knew. We know you better than you do. We’ve watched you grow from a little boy into a young man. We know how to help you.”
They leaned over him, pinned his arms to the bed, and set their ponderous breasts in motion. Emboldened, he eagerly opened his mouth and tried to capture their elusive nipples with his lips. Then in an instant, they were gone as quickly and silently as they’d come. Alone again in the pale moon light, he looked down at his cock tenting the sheet and wondered if he’d just woken from a dream. As quickly as he touched himself, he was soaking the sheet.

When he came down to the kitchen the next morning, the air was laden with the rich scents of frying Canadian bacon and eggs. The twins were wearing cuffed jeans and wash-worn cotton crossover tops. They stood together in their sun-filled kitchen, plump and juicy, acres of jiggling tits and luscious cleavage, acting as if it were all perfectly natural…a pure pleasure cruise. When they turned and smiled at him, he saw the real beauty beyond their bodies. It reminded him of what they’d said last night.
Just do as you’re told.
His cock was hard, aching for relief. In a desperate attempt to hide his embarrassment, he quickly sat at the table. The twins chattered with each other as they slid sizzling eggs and bacon from the frying pan onto his plate. They ignored the pendulous sway of their breasts and cleavage as if it were nothing; like wasn’t this the norm, how women dressed at home? He tried not to stare at their melon-sized breasts. He and the twins knew that wasn’t possible. When they sat down, they settled their bosoms into their laps and sipped their coffee. They blithely asked him if he’d mind attending to a few things in the yard that needed mending. He nodded his agreement and barely heard them run through the list. He was so nervous he crammed his mouth with the seasoned eggs, crispy sweet Canadian bacon, toast. Later, he realized aside from everything else he now knew about his mother’s closest friends, the twins were very good cooks.

After breakfast, they put him to work in the yard. While cutting the grass, he obsessed about them, the press of their lips, the resilient heft and sag of their monster tits. It was all so weird and yet he was feeling comfortable. He’d known the twins most of his life. He trusted them, prayed they’d go further though he was convinced they would not.
Andrew…why did they call him that? It was awkward and put him in mind of his grade school teachers. It seemed to establish their control over him. Beneath his jeans, his cock was mercilessly throbbing. He felt conspicuous as hell. He hoped the twins wouldn’t notice his hard-on, but he didn’t dare glance at the windows of the house.
In the kitchen, the sisters were washing dishes and mapping out their strategy. They
really didn’t need Andrew’s mother to tell them anything about Andrew. They already knew he was wrapped pretty tight. They would carefully probe for cracks in his shell and then ease his inner self into the light of day. The challenge of introducing Andrew to himself and subsequent rewards was enough to set them on edge. They knew there would be pitfalls, but decided it would work out in the end. Andrew had unintentionally given them reason to be optimistic. Of all the boys they had rehabilitated (their choice of words), not one of them had been more transparent and malleable than Andrew. The huge bulge in his jeans whenever he saw them assured them they were on the right track. He was a delightful boy, icing on their cake. Sally allowed as to how she could hardly wait to get that boy between her legs.
Sue politely reminded her sister, “We do flip a coin.”
Sally laughed at her sister. “We both know it won’t make any difference. Andrew won’t even know which of us is on top.”

At dinner that evening, the Benson sisters began to work their special magic. They artfully began to peel away the outermost layers of Andy’s psyche. They told him his mother was concerned; she worried over how distraught he’d become. He was so unlike his old self. They asked him if he was not feeling well.
Andy squirmed under their collective gaze. He sensed they were not being judgmental, but at the same time, they were embarrassing the hell out of him. He felt like a cornered ferret, nowhere to run, no way to explain away his fear, his reluctance to reveal the truth about himself. Who he really was. Red-faced, he stared at the food on his plate. Speech was becoming difficult.
When all else fails, tell the truth.
“I…I never had a…real girlfriend…There was this one girl…really liked her.”
“So, did you talk to her?”
“Did you ever ask her out?”
Andy shook his head. “She wasn’t interested; she ignored me.”
Sally smiled at him. “Sometimes we need to be a little more persistent.”
“On the other hand,” Sue added, “She can’t be worth much if she’d ignore a handsome boy like you.”
“Look at me, Andrew. Sue and I have known you for a very long time. We used to babysit you so your mom could get away to a movie. We know who you are. You’ve lost your way, your confidence. You are afraid of girls. Well, we can assure we aren’t made of porcelain. We won’t break if you touch us. We can help you with that.”
“Have you ever kissed a girl?” Sue asked softly. Andy shook his head. “Then you’ve never touched a woman intimately, her breasts, her thighs.”
Blushing scarlet, he summoned the courage to look into Sue’s eyes, “Never,” he whispered.
“Trust us, Andrew. We can make you into the young man your mother wants you to be. A boy that girls will love.”
How, he mutely wondered.

After dinner, the twins served a few drinks. They taught Andy how to smile, how to kiss, how to take a girl’s hand in his. Then they took him upstairs. While he showered, they changed into bikini panties and long sheer peignoirs. Their voluptuous bodies and pendulous low hanging breasts were visible through the diaphanous fabric. When they opened the bathroom door, Andy was toweling himself dry. They took away his towel and led him blushing and naked to their bedroom where they arranged him face up on the bed.
“Remember what we said downstairs,” Sue whispered as she got onto the bed.
She straddled his thighs and lowered her great bosom onto Andy’s chest while teaching him how to open his mouth and French kiss. The first tentative touch of his fingertips on her breasts and nipples encouraged her. She worked her tongue deep into his open mouth. Sally was standing beside the bed. She slipped a hand between Sue’s thighs and stroked his upright cock until it was glimmering. She fondled his heavy balls, the engorged head of his cock, and teased him out. When Andy groaned and lifted his hips into Sue, Sally reminded him it wasn’t time yet. There was much more to learn about pleasuring a woman.
Sue pulled up her peignoir and rolled onto her back. She spread her legs wide. Sally turned Andy and positioned him on his knees between Sue’s legs. She steered his face between Sue’s thighs, told him to take Sue by her hips.
“Andrew, this is your first real love making lesson. It’s an important lesson, the perfect way to win a girl’s heart. I want you to imagine you are sucking the fruit of an orange through a hole in its skin. Use your lips, your tongue, your whole mouth to draw Sue out. I want you to make her scream.”
Andy grinned nervously as he pressed his face into Sue’s sex. Her hands were at the sides of his head, guiding his mouth into her. Her panties were sopping wet. For the first time he was experiencing a real pussy. It was beyond exhilarating, like nothing he’d ever known. He took a firm hold of Sue’s hips and began to kiss her transparent panties, tangy-rich with her scent. He brushed the taut fabric over her pussy with his lips and received his first positive feedback from a woman. Emboldened and proud of himself, he could feel Sue’s shivers when he pressed his pursed lips into the fleshy mound of her sex. He could do this all night.
“You’re doing fine, Andrew. Now open your mouth. Use your lips and tongue to draw out my fruit. Awaken me!”
Sally was kneeling behind him now, her arms around him, her thighs pressed tightly into his. Her tits were compressed into his back. Sandwiched between the twins, Andy was close to ejaculation. He prayed he wouldn’t come, not before they gave him permission. He opened his mouth and began to suck the filmy panties fabric into his mouth. Sue moaned, clearly wanting more. She interrupted him to yank off her panties. Then she pulled him down and stuffed his face back between her thighs.
Andy was dripping. Sue’s unsheathed nest was putting him away. He’d always wanted to do what the other guys bragged about. They talked as if eating pussy - muff diving some called it - was the only thing that really mattered. Now he understood their bullshit. He was putty in Sue’s hands. A new level of prideful manhood had quietly begun to emerge and was making its presence felt. Fueled by a new spate of confidence in himself, he went at Sue with a vengeance. She in turn bucked and screamed but he held his ground until she finally went limp and begged him to stop. Grinning from ear to glistening ear, he reluctantly lifted his head and looked into her eyes. They were wet with tears.
“My turn,” Sally exclaimed as she pulled down her panties.

Over the next couple of weeks, the twins continued to teach Andy the art of selfless love. They trained him to put the woman first and from that draw his own pleasure. As if he were a baby, they let him explore every inch of their bodies, their breasts, and nipples. They face-sat, sucked him off, butt-fucked him, even took him over their laps and spanked him with a hairbrush. They were not surprised to find he loved their discipline. They trained him to implicitly trust a woman, be still in her presence, listen to her rhythm, and do as she said. They assured him those girls who had passed him by would rue the day.

One evening, the twins took Andy out to dinner. He was god-awful proud to be seen in the company of these two magnificent women. The twins’ outfits created quite a scene and many envious stares as they walked him through the restaurant. Strutting between them, Andy felt manly and strong as if he were actually escorting them and not the other way around.
Over drinks and dinner, the twins told Andy his journey was about to take a turn. “We’ve taught you what you need to know. We love you dearly, but it’s time for you to test your wings. This will be your last night with us. God knows we don’t want to let go of you but it’s time to return you to your mother and begin a whole new life.” Andy looked uncertain at the twins. “For heaven’s sake, Andrew, it’s not like we’re abandoning you. We’ll stay in touch and you know damn well what we mean by that. It’s just that you need to be with women closer to your own age.”
“But…how-”
“There you go again…Trust us!”
“We have a niece. She is very nice and she knows all about you. We think you’ll like her.” Andy’s head was spinning. He couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from the twins.
Sue squeezed his hand. “Her name is Lila. She’s a recent law school grad, working for a downtown firm. She’s been so busy with law school; she hasn’t had time to date.”
Sally picked up the thread. “She’s looking for a nice young man, a boy like you.”
Caught in the twins’ verbal crossfire, Andy paled…a girl of his own. “I-I don’t know what to say.”
“You needn’t say anything, but a thank you and some finals action tonight would be nice.”
“You’re going to have dinner with her this weekend. You must be on your best behavior.”
He nodded. “May I ask what she looks like...And thank you both.”
“You are very welcome, sweetie.”
“She’s very pretty, tall and loves to wear heels. Oh…and did I mention she’s every bit as busty as her aunts?” Andy’s eyes widened, making Sue laugh. “We knew you’d appreciate that.”
“Here’s the flip side, Andrew: our niece is a take-charge lady.” Sally paused for effect. “She likes having her way. She can be very bossy so you must remember what we taught you - in and out of bed - and you’ll be just fine.”

Andy’s mother and the twins were having lunch in the company cafeteria. Sue leaned over to Annie. “It’s been week, Annie, and you still haven’t said a word. How is Andrew doing these days?”
Annie gave them both an awkward smile. “I’m sorry for not saying anything sooner. I decided to wait to update you until I was convinced the new Andy was for real. I still cannot believe the change in him…what you have done. He’s been so busy with Lila I rarely see him. I can tell you now whatever you did…let’s call it your special magic…has worked wonders in my son. He actually communicates with me. He’s going out on dates. He’s never home. He’s always with Lila. Last night he told me she is moving him in with her.”
The twins already knew that, but acted as if they didn’t. “How do you feel about that?”
“I tell you it is the right thing to do. He has simply blossomed. He is so open with me now; even shares his thoughts and he’s going back to school! I think he’s in love, which of itself is incredible, considering where he was before you took him in.”
“What do you think of Lila?”
“I adore her. She is so smart, vivacious and strong, exactly what Andy needs. Would you believe he’s now attending her church? He even sings in the choir, which by the way she directs.”
“Praise the Lord,” Sally said, smiling broadly.
“And pass the ammunition,” echoed Sue.