Everyone Loves My Ass: Ch. 02

Note: Please refer to the fifth sentence of chapter one. There is no incest in this story.

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Lying on my bed, I was reading a magazine and getting ready to go to sleep when I heard Paul do his usual triple-knock on my door. I called for him to come on in. While he was only wearing boxers, all I had on were some tiny light blue panties and an old cut-off 'Rock Chalk Jayhawk' tank top. That's about as much as either one of us would ever wear to bed during the heat of a dustbowl summer.

He came and sat on my bed, next to where I lay on my stomach. "Can we talk for a minute?"

"Sure. What's up?" Turning towards him, I lowered my head into my arms.

"I just wanted to thank you for suggesting to Mom and Dad that I come with you. You didn't have to do that, and I never would've expected it. That was super cool of you."

Looking up, I felt a sudden rush of affection for my little brother. He was actually a really good guy. I mean I always knew that, but I was feeling a little sad about it. I realized I'd been just as guilty as he was, in terms of ignoring each other. The way we'd drifted apart, it was at least equally my fault; probably more, since I am the older one.

I gave him a warm smile. "Paul, you know I love you. I'm sorry for teasing you, too. Of course I want you to come with me. I meant what I said. I want us to have some time together, before we both grow up too much. I think it will be awesome to take this trip with you, and I'm just glad you're willing to go. Until you piped up there in the kitchen, I never would have guessed that you'd want to spend even ten minutes alone with me, much less join me on a roadie to California."

"Seriously? Do you really think I wouldn't want to spend even ten minutes alone with you? If that's how you feel, then I'm truly sorry. That's definitely not how I feel, and I don't want you thinking that crap. Yeah, it sounds like we need to get started on some serious fence-mending. Dawn, you should never think I don't want us to hang out together."

He actually put his hand on me, in the middle of my back, which was almost a first for us.

"Besides," he grinned, "I have it on good authority that if I do go, I'll get to enjoy all sorts of 'quality time' with the single hottest chick in our whole school."

"Oh, really? Well, I have it on good authority that you won't even notice me, not unless I dye my hair blonde and get a boob job all the way up to double-F's. I'm not your type, and I'm just your boring, invisible sister anyway."

I smiled through my long hair. He'd been doing the lightest of small circles in the center of my back, then his hand froze.

"Who told you that?"

I thought about lying to him, but something told me that it was time to be honest with my little brother.

"I overheard you and Rick the other day in the kitchen. You said you're basically blind to me, and that I'd need to be blonde, with ginormous boobs, before you'd even notice me."

"Well then, if you heard that, you also heard what Rick said about you."

I smiled. "Yes, I did. I admit it was nice to hear, since I don't have much experience with boys, but—"

"But?"

"Yes...but. It was nice to hear, but it was more sad to hear that I'm invisible to you, and that's all I could ever be, since you can't even see me as a girl. I would hate to have to wear a wig and get some crazy boob job just so my own brother will know I'm alive."

"Come on, if you heard all that, then you also heard me admit to Rick that I couldn't come up with a single thing about you that isn't perfect, and that includes your boobs."

"You said they could be bigger."

"'The bigger the better,' I said, yes, but you know I was joking. You have, umm...Dawn, c'mon, you have great boobs. You know you do. Everyone knows you do. They're not even medium, much less small. You have big boobs, and they're absolutely perfect. I wouldn't touch your boobs."

"See? That's what I'm talking about! That just sucks. You say they're perfect, yet you wouldn't even touch them," I grinned.

"What? Huh?"

I continued grinning. Finally, he blushed. "No! Not like that! Of course I'd touch your boobs! Wait.... Damn it, Dawn!"

I was beaming. Once he understood, he began to laugh. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, Miss Big Boobs. Look, we both know that as pretty as you are, you're completely out of my league. I could never land a girl like you. Christ, you're the most popular cheerleader! Even I recognize that a girl can't get much hotter than being the hottest cheerleader. Rick says you look exactly like Megan Fox, and yeah, I guess you really do. Come on, she's like the most smokin' hot girl in Hollywood, and you look just like her, only you're even better."

"Because I have no tattoos, and I'm not a total raving bitch," I smiled.

"You're not conceited either, plus you're hella sweet. You also have bigger, better tits, and an even hotter ass. He said all that too, and I agreed, remember?"

"Yes, I remember," I said, smiling softly. His hand was moving over the middle of my back again. "Mmmm, that feels good."

He quickly pulled it away.

"What are you doing? I said it feels good! 'Feels good' doesn't mean 'stop doing it,' silly. Put that hand right back where it was."

Tentatively, since we'd called attention to it, he returned his hand to my back.

I turned my head, and...oh, crap. I froze, and Paul felt my sudden change. Before I could look away, he followed my gaze to...

...the trophy. I'd left my closet door open about a foot, and there it was, leaning against the back wall.

Had I not frozen up, I probably could have blown it off. Instead, his brotherly intuition instantly kicked in, allowing him to recognize that he was seeing something I didn't want him to see.

Feeling mischievous, apparently, he quickly jumped up and went to my closet.

"Oh, god," I moaned, covering my head with a pillow. "No, no, no," I groaned into the bed, kicking my feet up and down.

WHUUUMP!

He'd jumped back onto the bed, all full of attitude. "What's this, huh? 'The girl with the most perfect, awesome, spankable ass ever!' Does my dear, sweet sister have her own perverted secret?"

Jumping off the bed, he held the trophy over his head and began doing this totally gay victory dance. I was laughing at his antics, and even beginning to get over my embarrassment. Since he was laughing too, I figured that would be the end of it.

That's when things suddenly became immensely worse.

Thunk! Plop!

Oh, fuck.

'Okay, Lord, go ahead, take me now. Put me out of my misery...please!' I thought, covering my head with two pillows. I didn't want a single scintilla of light to be able to reach me, nor a hint of sound. I just wanted to be swallowed whole, right then and there.

I felt a thump-thump-thump being drummed on my butt, with the left cheek receiving the heavier thumping. Paul was smarmily singing that old song by Divinyls, "I Touch Myself," and I didn't even need to look up to know he was drumming on my butt with the two dildos that had fallen out of the trophy.

I finally poked my head out from beneath the pillows to grin sheepishly at him. Of course he was thoroughly delighted. In fact, that may have been the happiest and downright goofiest I'd ever seen him.

"You cannot tell a single soul about this. You have to promise me," I said, trying to be serious, yet giggling nonetheless.

"Tell a single soul about which thing? That my sister has a bunch of dildos, or that she has the most perfect ass ever, at least according to all her cheerleader friends!"

"Rick said so too," I giggled again, sitting up and grabbing at the two dildos. "Gimme those. You were never supposed to see any of this."

"Yeah, just like you were never supposed to blunder in on me in my bedroom. Should I go tease you now right in front of Mom and Dad about your 'perfect ass' and colorful dildos? That'd be totally fair, don't you think?" he crowed, laughing while holding the dildos out of my reach.

God, was he ever enjoying himself.

"Fine!" I grinned. "Enjoy your little victory. I'll just sit here and be embarrassed, until you get it out of your system. Just so you know, though, I had no idea about those things, not until the girls sprung them on me. It was part of their surprise going-away party for me."

Calming down, Paul finally sat next to me again on the bed. "Going-away party? When was this?"

"It was after the last game, later that night in our locker room. We had cake," I said, with a quirky smile.

"Cake and dildos? Cool party," he grinned.

"Something like that. Okay, look, now you know. Obviously I never would have wanted you to find that trophy, much less what was inside it, but you did, so I'll probably never be able to face you again. Happy now? You got over on your big sister."

"You mean my older sister. You're definitely my little sister, shortie."

"Shortie? I'm five-eight! I'm tall for a girl, you big jerk."

"You still seem short to me, even if you do have big, awesome tits and the most perfect ass in the world!"

I punched him right in the stomach. He jumped on me to wrestle my arms down, then it became a full-on battle, the two of us laughing and rolling around on the bed.

"You know," I finally said, panting as he held me down, "this is probably the first time we've wrestled since junior high. It was a little easier last time, when you didn't tower over me like you do now. What are you now, anyway? Six-one?"

"Six-two, shortie."

"You feel like a load of bricks, too. Jesus, you're as solid as a rock. You must weigh two-hundred pounds."

"Yep, two-fifteen."

"Ummm, I think one part of you definitely grew the most! You must really like wrestling with me, huh?" I teased, sniggering as I gestured with the blue dildo to his boxers. He'd gotten hard, and was making just an enormous tent in his shorts. "Judging from the size of that boner, you look like you deserve a trophy too," I added, shooting him a wide grin.

Turning a dozen shades of embarrassed, he quickly covered himself with a pillow. "Oh, god, Dawn. I'm sorry. I didn't mean for—"

Smiling happily, I pressed my index finger to his lips. "Shhhh. Don't apologize. It's okay. I love it, actually. It's nice to know you do at least see me as a girl."

He gave me a look of wonder mixed with lingering embarrassment. "You mean you're not all weirded out by this? I'm your brother, so I'm not supposed to get excited by you, right? I swear, though, I just couldn't help it. I didn't mean for it to happen, but doesn't it bother you?"

"Paul, seriously, all kidding aside now; what you told Rick, did you mean it? Am I really that invisible to you? You never even thought I was pretty?"

He looked at me with a curiously pained expression. He appeared to be struggling for the right words, then he just blurted out, "I don't know what to say. Anything I say now will obviously be a lie, because this doesn't lie...." He gestured to his crotch, hidden beneath the pillow. "I guess I think you're prettier than I ever knew I realized. Does that make any sense?"

"C'mere..." I said, reaching out to him. As he shyly leaned towards me, I pulled his pillow away. "Please, don't be embarrassed. I don't mind if you get hard. I love it, and no, it doesn't weird me out at all. If it were up to me, you would be this big and hard every second we're together. It's flattering, and it makes me happy to see you like this. Now just let me hug you. We haven't hugged in so long."

He sort of resisted touching me, so I pulled him in and hooked my arms around his neck. Hugging him, I could feel his hands only lightly touching my back.

"Paul, please...hug me," I said, breathing it into his ear.

Finally, he did. We quietly hugged, with his erection pressing into my stomach. It felt good against my bare skin, and it just felt good to be so close with him again. It was really nice, holding each other that way.

Then he started chuckling into my hair.

"What's so funny?" I asked, giggling.

"Ummm, your boobs."

Smiling, I glanced down. "What about 'em?"

My nipples were ridiculously erect, making obscene points in my thin tank top. I thought about folding my arms over them, and decided not to. Sure, my high beams were on, but I still didn't see what was so funny.

"I could feel 'em pressing against me. Your boobs. My sister's boobs."

I grinned at him. "Yeah? So? I'm a girl. I have boobs."

He was totally staring at them. "They're hella nice. They're even bigger and better than I realized. You have really awesome boobs."

"Okay, but why is that funny? You like my boobs. Isn't that a good thing?" I giggled again.

He started to laugh. "Dawn, I was trying to look at your ass in the mirror, but your boobs felt so good, they distracted me!"

I spun around, wanting to see where he was looking. Spotting the wall mirror on the far side of the room, I saw my bare legs and mostly bare bottom, which my tiny panties hardly covered at all. Smiling, I turned back to him. "So...before you got distracted, did you at least enjoy the view?"

"You tell me," he grinned, drawing my gaze back to his tented boxers. He let me freely look, and the sheer size of his erection was just incredible.

While ogling his enormous bulge, I couldn't help but smile. "Is that because of my boobs, or my ass?" I asked, reaching out to touch it through his boxers. He let me hold it, and together we watched as I began to squeeze and caress it. "It's so hard..." I whispered.

"Dawn, it was your ass. By the time I felt your boobs pressing against me, I was already hard. I felt your ass while we were wrestling, and I remembered how it looked when you were lying on your stomach. Then I saw it in the mirror. You really do have a perfect ass. I can't believe I haven't been 'perving' on it this whole time, as you would say. Rick's right. I must have been blind."

"You've seen me in panties a million times. I look the same in them tonight as I did last night, when we were on your bed watching TV."

"What can I say? Better late than never, right? The question now is what will you do, knowing that you turn me on? Do you still want me to go with you on this trip?"

"God, it's so big," I grinned, stroking up and down his huge shaft. Grabbing the pink dildo, I held it up right next to his mind-boggling erection. "Look! You're even bigger than this giant thing!" It was no contest, and we shared crazy smiles. Releasing his dick, I hugged him again while looking back over my shoulder at the mirror. When I saw my ass, I wiggled it. "You like?" I asked, teasing him with a flirty grin.

Looking just like an excited puppy, he eagerly nodded, and I gave him a big, happy smile. "Okay, here's one for you: Why is what I may or may not want the only question here? What about you? What if you turn me on? What will you do, and do you still want to go with me?"

He laughed, "If I say yes, I want to go, will you promise to bring that perfect, awesome, spankable ass with you?"

Guffawing, I jumped on him, wrestling him flat onto the bed. I was hovering over him, straddling his waist. "Who knew my brother was such a wonderful perv? Okay, yes, wherever we go together, I promise to take my ass with me. I'll never leave home without it. I'll even let you check and make sure before we go anywhere that I didn't forget to bring it with us. Happy?"

He looked up at my bouncing boobs inside my faded, threadbare tank top. My erect nipples were screaming at him, only inches from his face.

"These too? Promise?" He was hungrily eyeing them.

I laughed, then I smooshed my breasts right down on his startled face. Shaking my tits like crazy, I said, "These too. In fact, you can do a full checklist anytime we're about to go anywhere: keys, maps, my purse, your wallet, water bottles, boobs, and ass."

His face was all red and flushed when I finally sat back up. I could feel he was still as hard as a rock beneath me. "Oh, and one other thing: cock. We can't leave home without making sure you bring this with us...." Smiling like a goon, I reached into his boxers, squeezing his hard cock before pulling it all the way out of his shorts.

Though startled, he still had the presence of mind to laugh and say, "That's not exactly the same as your boobs and ass! It's not always going to be like that, you know!"

I flopped down on top of him, letting first my ass then my pussy press directly against his hard length. Smiling seductively, I began to grind on his throbbing dick. "If it's ever not like this, then I didn't do my job properly, did I? Maybe I'll just have to wrestle with you a lot."

"That's not fair, and you know it," he said, grinning when he felt me firmly pressing my wet pussy against him. "How will I know when your boobs and ass are as excited as I am, you know, down there? It's too easy for you to tell if you're doing a good job on me. How will I know, with you?"

I looked at him for a moment, thinking about his question. Smiling, I leaned down and whispered my answer. "I guess that will be for me to know and for you to find out, huh?"

"Like I said, it's too easy for you," he chuckled.

"Oh please, little brother. It's hardly some big mystery. I think I make it pretty obvious..." I said, gesturing to my breasts. "There you go. If you're ever curious, just check my nipples. The way you're staring at them right now, that's all you need to do. Unless I'm cold, they'll tell you every time." Giggling in anticipation, I pulled up my top to show him my bare boobs. "See? Whenever my nipples are this big and hard, and I feel this wet to you, go ahead and consider those to be pretty good clues that I'm as excited as you are."

He pressed his thick naked dick against my pussy, and I recalled how it felt when Trish and Michelle fucked me with those dildos. I also remembered their descriptions of how much better the real thing would feel inside me.

Grinding against him, I felt my pussy drenching my panties, and I gazed into his eyes. "So, my really big brother, do you still want to take a trip to California with your 'little' sister? Just the two of us together, all by ourselves? Hmmm? Do I need to buy a blonde wig to get you to say yes?"

He did a big funny growl and rolled us over, making me laugh. He ended up on top of me, with the head of his cock pushing into my panties-covered pussy. He'd pinned my arms back, and I was spreading my legs in total surrender when suddenly we heard Mom coming up the stairs.

Quickly jumping up, we scrambled to hide the dildos and trophy. Once we had them safely stashed away, we flopped down onto our stomachs atop the bed, facing the TV. As Paul stuffed his dick back into his boxers, we heard Mom's gentle knock on my bedroom door, and I called for her to come in.

"Oh, there you two are. Talking about the trip?" she asked, with a warm, sweet smile.

"Uh-huh," I said, looking up sheepishly.

"Okay, I just wanted to see where you two had run off to. So, did you decide anything?"

"Uh-huh," said Paul, mimicking me while grinning like a bandit.

WHACK!

He'd just hauled off and given my bottom a huge swat! What a butthead!

Mom, though, was clearly quite amused, and he shot her a smug look. "Yeah, Mom, I'm definitely coming."

"I really think you should, Paul. I'm sure she will love having you. It'll be a fantastic experience for both of you," she giggled, turning to me with a bright smile.

Paul had sat up to give my bottom that vicious swat, and he remained that way as he talked with her. Mom and I could both see his outrageous erection jutting out obscenely in his boxers, directly in my face. She was looking right at it when she'd giggled and said I'd love having him.

Wide-eyed, I just stared at it, and she was staring at it too. I pressed my face into my pillow, hiding my giggles as I soothingly caressed myself where he'd whacked me. Finally, I looked back up at him. "What was that for? Why did you spank my bottom?"

Way too late, he noticed our stares. Embarrassed, he covered himself again with a pillow. Still, as I continued gently rubbing my tender bottom, he smirked at me. While I waited for him to answer, they both just watched me caress myself.

"Why did you spank my bottom?" I asked again.

His teasing smile was pure saccharine sweetness. "You want me to give the most perfect, awesome, spankable ass ever more attention, don't you?"

"Paul!" said Mom, totally guffawing. Though clearly shocked, she still laughed.

"Inside joke, Mom," he smirked. "I'll let her explain it to you later, if she has the guts."

"Okay, this I gotta hear," she said, flashing him a devious grin.

WHACK!

He'd swatted me again!

"Yeah! Spank that sexy ass!" she laughed. Leaning down, she held my face in her hands. "Baby, I'm quite certain your brother will be more than happy to give your gorgeous bottom all the attention in the world, if that's what you really want. So, was he telling the truth? Do you want him to give your perfect, awesome, spankable ass - did I say that right? - more attention?"

Giggling, I buried my head. Lifting the pillow just a bit, I peeked out, and she was staring right into my happy eyes. "Uh-huh," I whispered, nodding shyly before burying my head again with another silly giggle.

WHACK!

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!

~to be continued~

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