Messing with Jasmine

College was going to start soon for me; I was going away to a school just one state over. I almost went to a school in-state, but decided time away from home was a good idea. After graduation, I went to a few parties and a few outings with some friends. I felt bored and ready for something new to begin. My job of answering phones at a warehouse did not interest me at all. I had hoped for an opportunity to work with some sexy women, but there was only an older woman who worked behind a closed-door. She had a refined look that was appealing, but she dismissed me at every interaction we shared. I did get hard when looking at her when she dressed in stockings and heels.
My sister, who was two years older than me and home on break, never was around much. She had a group of friends she hung out with, or she was dating some guy a couple of years older than her. We did not share any moments together, regrettably drifting apart.
It was a Saturday night and I overheard my sister, Gia, talking on the phone about a party she was going to. The catch was that the party was starting late, after the only parent in the house left for their night job. My sister complained to her friend Jasmine that they could easily go to another party, but Jasmine said there was a guy at the late party that she wanted to meet-up with. My sister, used to getting her way, deferred to this new girl I had never met. It surprised me that my sister gave in so easily. I started to wonder what this new friend was like.
The neighborhood was full of girls with great boobs, and my sister was one of them. The competition was intriguing for the guys, seeing the girls try to outdo each other by wearing outfits that made theirs stand out. Some girls looked better in bikini tops than others, and some rocked just plain t-shirts. My sister, who was a 36 D, looked good while wearing any type of outfit. The knock against her was that her face was average, and all the attention immediately went to her boobs. I found that her slight overbite separated from other girls. Either way, she didn't care, having an enviable set of tits meant a lot to her.
Sometimes, it felt like the girls were fighting a battle in trying to get the "best-boobs-on-the-block" title. There was never a clear-cut winner; new girls were always developing, muddling the decision but making it fun for the guys. Still, my sister was proud to always find herself in the running for the title.
My favorite was a red-head named Simone from two blocks over. My sister knew this and kind of resented it sometimes. My friend Al also liked Simone but fawned over my sister every chance he got.
Now, a new girl was getting added into the boob drama. I listened to the conversation my sister was having and learned that Jasmine was coming over before they were to leave for the party. It excited me to see just what this newcomer was presenting.
My sister, who bad spoken to Jasmine in the kitchen, came into the sun room where I was sitting. I was playing a video on my laptop but had the volume lowered. She was wearing cut-off-shorts and had on a tight-fitting blouse with a revealing neckline. Her tanned legs look fit -- the result of time spent in the gym.
"Hey, Gia," I said, trying to seem disinterested.
"Are you going our tonight?" She said.
"Not sure. Why?"
"My friend Jasmine is coming over, and I wanted to use this room, so we could hang out before we go to a party later.:
"Sure. I"ll vacate."
"You don't have to go just yet. She isn't coming until later," Gia said, looking me over.
"Another hot friend?" I said, curiously.
"As far as you're concerned, yes. Another hot friend."
"I'm not sure I know what that means."
"I know you like my friends better when they have big boobs," she said, sticking her chest out a little.
"I guess. But, if you stop and look at your friends, almost all of them have big boobs. It's like you're not afraid of the competition," I said, looking down at her cleavage.
"You might be right, but this one is a little different. Yeah, hers are big, bigger than mine. The thing is, we both like the same guy; she doesn't know that I like him, too. I try to play it off."
"Wow! Has she got you nervous?"
"Yes, she does," Gia said, biting her lower lip.
"That's really not like you."
"It's more about the guy than about Jasmine."
"You like him, huh?"
"Yes!"
Gia looked around the room and nervously straightened a small pile of magazines on the coffee table. When she bent down, I got a good look at her pink bra and the top of her breasts. The last time I saw her topless was at a party the previous month, when my friend Mac told me she was making out with some guy by the pool. I went to see what was going on and found her kissing with a guy; her bikini top had come undone, but the guy was amazingly ignoring her tits. I went home and jerked off to the sight of her topless.
"I wish there was something I could do to help your cause," I said.
"Maybe there is," Gia said.
"Whatever zonguldak escort I can do," I said, excitedly.
"Let me introduce you to her, and maybe you am spot her weaknesses."
"Will she let me see her tits?" I said, laughing.
"I doubt that," Gia said, looking serious.
"I'm joking."
"I'm sure you want to see boobs, though. And it probably doesn't matter whose."
"Yours?"
"You want to see mine?" Gia said, half-smiling.
"Sure.The last time I saw them, you were kinda far away."
"You spied on me?" She said, changing her tone.
"Yes and no," I said, trying to keep things calm.
"Explain that."
"It was at that pool party last month at Gwen's house. Don't ask me how I ended up there. Actually, I crashed the party with a couple of friends."
"And you saw me with my top down, making out with a guy by the pool?" Gia said, knowingly.
"Yes," I said, worried she was going to get angry.
"He was drunk and ignored them the whole time. I pulled my top down to say, 'look at what you have in front of you,' but he just wanted oral," she said, moving around the same magazines on the coffee table.
"What an idiot."
"Oh well, I can't expect every guy to be into them,"
"I'm into them, if that matters at all."
"I know you are, and it does matter to me," she said.
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The plan was for me to hang back until Jasmine got comfortable, so I could observe her in a relaxed state and with her guard down. Gia teased me by telling me that if I gave her anything useful, she might let me see her boobs up close. I told her that excited me, and she acted like she was going to flash me but did not.
I waited in my bedroom, listening for Jasmine s arrival. It was a while before I finally heard Gia greeting Jasmine. I could hear them head for the back of the house and then into the sun room. I waited for another 15 minutes before going downstairs. I was excited to see Jasmine and excited that my sister was including me in on a part of her life. I knew that I was going away to school soon, and we were going to drift apart even more. The situation with Jasmine presented an opportunity to change things going forward.
Instead of going into the sun room, I lingered in the living room as planned, waiting for Gia to call me forth. A couple of minutes passed, and she came to get me, waving me inside the sun room.
"I want to introduce you to a friend," Gia said.
"Sure," I said, unable to keep from smiling.
"Jasmine, this is my brother Greg," Gia said.
"Hey, Jasmine," I said, evaluating the blonde right away.
"Hi, Greg," Jasmine said, looking me over in that calculating way some girls do.
I wondered how many of her boxes I checked off. Of course, just graduating from high school was still like being in high school until I stepped foot on a college campus. She, however, checked off plenty of boxes. My first thought was that my sister was in trouble if she was going to compete against Jasmine.
Jasmine was close to six-foot tall in heels and her body was shapely. She looked comfortable in her own skin and did not obsess on whether someone looked at her tits or not. It was as if her tits -- which were bigger than my sisters -- were not even there. She knew, it seemed, when their presence was required. Jasmine had long legs and a full, firm bottom that was perhaps a bit wide given that she was wearing tight-fitting leggings that were supposed to reduce its size some. She definitely towered over my sister who was not wearing heels but ballerina flats. I wanted to tell my sister that heels might help.
"Where are you two going?" I said, trying to be friendly.
"A late party," Jasmine said.
"Yeah, late start," Gia said.
"Close by?" I said.
"Couple towns over," Jasmine said, sitting down in front of the coffee table, acting as if she was done waiting and finished talking to me.
"Where do you go to school," I said to Jasmine twice before she answered me, seemingly forgetting I was there.
"I am not in school anymore," she said, turning away.
"Jasmine works in a tanning salon," Gia said.
"Well, I hope you have fun. Nice meeting you, Jasmine," I said.
"Yes, you too," Jasmine said, picking up her cell phone.
I waved my hand goodbye to both of them and started to go back upstairs to my room. I heard my sister mention something about getting a different top to wear. She had on a blue blouse that looked kind of plain compared to Jasmine's floral top.
When I got to the top of the stairs, my sister pushed me towards my room and opened the door.
"Make it quick," Gia said, shoving me into my room.
"I don't think it matters with Jasmine. I think she has a short attention span and has probably forgotten why she is even here," I said.
"Yeah, she gets bored easily. What did you think of her looks?" Gia said, nervously.
Being cautious with what I said was my best option; my sister seemed zonguldak escort bayan particularly vulnerable and not as confident around Jasmine. Still, I liked the idea of Gia leaning on me for help.
"She has a pretty face, I like the way it looks in profile. Kind of pouty," I said.
"Great," Gia said.
"Do you want me to stop," I said, feeling my sister did not want to hear more, especially since they liked the same guy.
"No, go ahead," she said, sounding apprehensive.
"Her boobs looked huge. Is she even wearing a bra. I think that they might be heavy and hang low. Not sure."
"Yeah, the slut's not even wearing a bra. You're right, her tits are heavy. I think they hang too much already."
"Why are you even her friend if you don't like her?" I said.
"Because we like the same guy, Rick. I want to try to get an advantage over her before he decides on one of us."
"Okay. I think her butt might be too big. The leggings are working extra hard to keep it contained," I said.
"Yeah, I agree. She's kind of soft there from all her sitting around."
"She's tall. You should wear some heels; you look too short next to her," I said,
"Okay, thanks. Anything else.
"I'd say try to steer the conversation, if you and her are talking to the guy. Try to make it about something boring," I said, feeling I had given Gia some hope.
"I'll try my best," she said, kissing me on the lips quickly. Our eyes remained open, looking to see if there was a spark. There was!
"Wow!" I said, surprised.
"You did good " she said, placing my hand on her right breast.
"I hope it works out well," I said, feeling her formidable tit that was held snugly by her bra.
"If it goes well, I will let you do more with them," she said, turning to leave quickly.
Gia left my room and went into hers for some last-minute adjustments, I thought. She had a battle on her hands, but if Jasmine's attention span could cost her points, my sister might benefit. I wondered whether the guy was even worth it, making my sister stress out about Jasmine.
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I tried staying up late to wait for my sister to come home, but she was taking too long and I dozed off. I almost jerked off before falling asleep, thinking of the kiss Gia gave me and of my hand on her tit. I actually envisioned a scenario between Gia and Jasmine in which competed for attention. I imagined pouty looks and their claws coming out; their boobs fighting for dominance.
It was close to noon when I went downstairs for some breakfast. My mother had left a note that said she and my father were going to some all-day event and would be home late. I pieced together a plate of breakfast food and went into the sun room to eat it. I noticed that Gia's car was in the driveway, but I had no idea what time she had come home.
As I was finishing my breakfast, Gia came into the room in a purple robe and sat down next to me on the sofa. I tried to gauge how things had gone for her, but was unsure of what she was feeling. I wondered what she was wearing under her robe, or if she even had anything on at all.
"I so hope it went great for you," I said, sounding a little desperate.
"I bet you do," she said, playfully.
"Was it an epic battle?"
"Jasmine started off strong, bouncing her tits and putting them in Rick's face. He was definitely impressed."
"She didn't throw them in my face. I feel cheated," I said.
"She really loosens up after she starts to drink."
"So did you try to impress with your boobs?"
"Yes, and my ass, too, which I thought looked better than hers."
"Nice."
"I tried to draw his attention to my titties by leaning over to give him a peek, and I think it worked."
"He was into the both of you?"
"Yes, but I took your advice about a boring conversation and got him talking about sports. He went on and on about some golf tournament he played in. Jasmine turned into a difficult drunk once she lost interest, and she was not the center of attention. I made sure to ask questions that fed Rick's ego and got him talking more and more," Gia said, laughing.
"Did she throw a tantrum? Tell me she threw a tantrum," I said, knowing she most likely had imploded.
"She did do that."
"Wow! What triggered it?"
"It just got too boring for her; she left us by ourselves and started talking to some guy. Anyway, the guy's girlfriend calls out Jasmine for trying to hit on her man. Jasmine starts swearing and tosses her drink at the girl. The girl slaps Jasmine a couple of times, and then it gets broken up, and she disappears. You would have enjoyed seeing her tits bouncing all over the place with each slap. I didn't see her again. Later, she returned one of my texts and called me a bitch."
"Incredible story," I said, feeling a little guilty of possibly causing it.
"It was a little crazy. In the end, I didn't really want the guy, I just wanted to beat Jasmine out. She can have him; I don't escort zonguldak care, " Gia said, brushing the hair out of her green eyes.
"I feel somewhat to blame for Jasmine's implosion."
"You should. You are responsible, no doubt. That isn't a terrible thing. Rick found out what Jasmine's all about, and I found out I am not interested in Rick, even for an end of summer fling."
"What didn't you like about him?"
"He talks too much," Gia said, laughing.
"Again, my fault for getting you to manipulate the conversation."
"You're responsible."
"Does this mean I don't get to see the twins " I said, sounding dismayed.
"No. You definitely earned the twins," Gia said, moving forward in her chair.
Gia untied her robe, revealing that she was wearing only a pair of purple colored panties. Her tits looked firm and full of vibrancy.
"You earned them," she said, tracing a finger around her nipples and getting them hard.
"They're amazing up close," I said.
"You wouldn't rather spy on them?"
"No way!"
I took hold if each nipple, feeling how hard they were already. Our eyes once again locked, bypassing any doubt to what was happening. This was beyond all we had ever known or shared, evolving into something primal and necessary. She kissed me on my neck, licking me with her wet tongue. I closed my eyes and let a swell of memories invaded my thoughts, elongating them until they caught up to the present.
Tugging on her nipples made her moan a little, letting me know she liked that. I finally greeted both her nipples with kisses, licking all around the nipples and areolas. More moans escaped from Gia.
"I am so glad you bested Jasmine," I said, swiping my hand across her lower back.
"Thanks to you," Gia said, resting a hand on my thigh.
"I was all too glad to help."
"We make a good team," Gia said, bringing her lips to mine for another kiss.
Her tongue felt warm and wet, as it poked around looking for mine. The touch of her bare skin was intoxicating, connecting us in a way that felt unbreakable. While I was busying my mind with thoughts of the perfect lover, Gia reached into my shorts and found my hard cock. She pulled it out for me, gripping it gently.
"I like your stud-piece," Gia said.
I just smiled, thinking she was being too-kind in calling it that. My average-sized member looked thick, and that is probably what caught her attention.
"It feels good in my hand," she said.
"This all feels good," I said.
Gia turned her head to the side, thinking about what she wanted to tell me. She gave the impression that she knew she had soundly beaten out a rival, dismissing the threat of Jasmine from her life and voiding the friendship.
"I want to tit-fuck you, or you me, however it works out," Gia said, standing up to take off her robe.
It was as if I was seeing her body for the first time. This was not the girl I recalled growing up with. No, this was a shapely woman with curves on top and curves below, aesthetically tieing it all together in one sensational package.
"You are a complete woman now, Gia," I said, trying to keep my words from fumbling.
"Pull off your shorts," she said, standing above me.
I did as she said, deferring to my older sister. My dick was hard and my balls were full, wanting to release all over her boobs. I tossed my shorts to the side and took off my shirt to show her my lean torso. I was certain she preferred muscular guys or guys with impressive abdominals, but that was not going to derail our moment.
Gia turned around and showed me her ass in her full panties, exposing some of her cheeks on either side. There were no tan lines on my sister's ass, and she was proud of it -- another weapon she used in taking down Jasmine.
Targeting my throbbing cock, Gia went to her knees and wrapped her tits around it. Her boobs felt powerful, as she squeezed me; she was trying to find that sweet spot.
"Is that a bottle of hand lotion on the nightstand?" Gia said.
I reached for it and said, "yeah. Do you need it?"
"No. You need it," she said, dribbling some on my cock.
Gia went to work, pressing her breasts and distributing the right amount of pressure. She held her tits like they were precious and only used on special occasions. This was certainly one of those times: brother and sister bravely commingling.
Holding me tightly was the primary feature of her effort. I let her have her way with me, closing my eyes, listening to the slippery noises her oily breasts made with my secured cock between them.
I remembered how she looked and acted at the pool party: my topless sister making out with some guy before blowing him. She was with me now, giving me her all with her tits.
When I opened my eyes to see what she was doing, our eyes met, and we stared at each other. At that point, whatever her breasts and my dick were doing and feeling had become separate from us as brother and sister.
The energy her tits supplied to my orgasm was electric, prolonging those transcendent feelings as long as possible. She did not even flinch when I ejaculated a couple of heavy ropes of cum on her face. The largest of the ropes hung lonely and seemingly unwanted until it found a home on her tits.
"Thanks for the heads-up," Gia said, laughing.