"Oooooooh!"
Vera made the sound as she wiped her forehead and frowned down at her ungreased cookie sheets. It was not surprise, but rather frustration - the noise of breath escaping through her slightly-open mouth. She didn't even realize she was doing it, which was part of the charm - a noise unique only to her, signifying mild annoyance and distress. Just a harmless quirk. (She did not believe, as her sister Vivian had suggested, that she sounded like a "younger Marge SImpson", and had slapped her playfully for the suggestion.)
She was making the noise because the kitchen was too hot. The air conditioning was off because of renovations around the property, which were needed to increase the living area and accommodate the sixteen nubile girls who had come to live on the premises, of which Vera was one. And that wasn't all she had to grouse about. Someone had taken the vegetable oil she was going to use on her cookie sheets. Without grease, the cinnamon cookies would stick. And who was the oil thief?
Someone who had wanted to lube something, which in the Herron House hardly narrowed it down.
Vera sighed and fruitlessly looked through the cupboards for a replacement. Would parchment paper work? No. Vera was a perfectionist when it came to her cookies, and vegetable oil would give them the delicious cinnamon treats more crisp texture that was fitting for the flavors. It was one of her many baking secrets.
Too short to easily see what was on the upper shelves, she stood on the tiptoes of her runners. She was wearing only black Nikes, ankle socks, a tan blouse tied off below her large and round breasts… and light purple medium coverage panties with lace trim. She had started off wearing athletic shorts, but the pre-heating of the oven and the increasing temperature in the kitchen caused her to shed them and drape them over the oven handle.
"Whew!" she gasped, wiping across the brow again as sweat trickled. Still too hot. She gathered her tied-off blouse and peeled out of it, leaving her only in a sporty lace bra that matched the panties in color. Again she stood on tiptoe, thumbing at a half-glimpsed bottle, hoping it was vegetable oil. She made the same low, exhaling noise of frustration. And though she didn't know it, she was putting on one of the greatest shows of ass in history, tragically unseen.
It was an open question which of the Herron girls had the biggest, roundest, thickest, jiggliest, clappiest ass. They all varied based on their physical size and habits. But of the nineteen butts occupying the Herron House, even a Vera hater couldn't rank her anywhere but in the top three. Her panties were indeed medium coverage in the back - or they would have been for a normally-endowed woman. But Vera's bubbly ass-globes, sweat-dappled and just as cinnamon-colored as her chief cookie ingredient, wouldn't allow themselves to be contained. They devoured those violet panties, making them into a thong by sheer force of booty .
Add in the fact that her legs were athletic and graceful, her body supple and compact, her back and shoulders as sculpted as a ballet dancer, and it became even more of a shame that no one was present to record her posterior for posterity. She lifted one leg and put her knee up on the counter, and her cheek bounced with just the perfect combination of firmness and size. There was muscle there but also a bulging, near-spherical orb that would look amazing impacting the pelvis of a lucky suitor and rebounding; an A+ candidate for some serious backshots.
She couldn't quite reach the bottle on the top shelf, only overturning it and catching it as it tumbled down - revealing that it was simply some leftover personal lubricant. Vera rolled her eyes and shoved it aside with frustration. Her delicious cinnamon cookie batter was ready to be doled out in dollops, twelve to a sheet, and put into a toasty oven… and at the crucial moment, there was no vegetable oil to be found!
Vera fanned herself with the front of her bra, pulling it away to get some airflow over her large, gravity-defying boobs. Considering the cookies were for Jon, any crumble, burning, or stick-to-the-pan breakage wouldn't do. And she was the sort of girl who wouldn't accept second best when she set her mind to something. Jon had quickly grown to fascinate her in her first months in Herron House. Unlike her cousins Jeb, Virgil and Jesse, who had interacted with her like a bunch of horny apes, Jon seemed to have a plan.
The cookies were a 'thank you' of sorts. The first 'family meeting' after the displaced Herron girls had stepped off the Greyhound bus had been pure chaos, but Jon had wrangled them the best he could, and patiently explained that things would be much different than they were used to - all while patiently weeding out questions like "But we still get to suck your cock, right?" and "How big is your dick, like, actually?"
Vera was used to the obedient good ol' boy type who just did everything that Aunt Veronica said, so Jon's independent streak intrigued her, even if he did seem to be in over his head dealing with nineteen horny, crazy size queens. She found herself excited at the idea of, perhaps, graduating from the communal living she'd experienced all her life, getting an apartment somewhere, and, maybe, becoming a personal trainer. She had been bristling with questions during the meeting, but her natural shyness coupled with the loud-mouthed nature of certain of her female cousins had prevented her from asking them.
Since then, the girls had been put into a rotation, with each one spending the night with Jon roughly every twenty days. The arrangement was Aunt Veronica's idea; it was the redheaded MILF's nature to schedule and organize, and she had experience in running the family with military efficiency. In spite of her many experiences with her male cousins, Vera had felt butterflies in her stomach when their night rolled around.
And then, a strange thing happened.
Instead of immediately engaging in a long bout of bed-breaking sex… they had just talked. She had gotten the sense that he was a bit stressed out from his responsibilities, and so, they chatted while she straddled his legs (wearing her nighttime lingerie and feeling the warmth of his skin against hers) and chatted . About life, about fitness, about what her goals might be for the future. Vera rubbed his shoulders and wondered aloud if she might be good at something like owning a gym. Other girls were always coming up to her to ask the secrets of her amazing, bronze-colored bubble butt, and only part of it was Herron genetics. The rest was hard work.
Thus, Vera became the first and only Herron woman out of all nineteen partners to spend the night with Jon… and not have sex. Instead, she snuggled up to him and found that his big, fat anaconda cock fit very nicely between the cheeks of her ass. And that's how they slept - his arms around hers, with his meat pulsing gently against her asshole, snug like a hotdog in a bun. Upon waking up, they were both a little embarrassed, as if the strange and unexpected intimacy of their snuggling were somehow more lewd than the usual sexual Olympics.
Vera had asked him if it was alright if she 'put it in her mouth' that morning before leaving. It was, she reasoned, the least she could do. Not only that, but she wanted to in a way that was more genuine and less perfunctory than it had been back east with Jeb, Virgil, Jesse, and the others.
Luckily, Jon did what every other red-blooded male would have done and quickly said yes. Yes, it was fine if Vera wanted to look up at him with doe eyes and suck on his long, fat cock, subjugating her amazing body to the task of pleasing him. And so she made her own jaw creak and made smoldering eye contact from beneath the bangs of her tomboyish pixie cut, and though she could only get about sixty percent of his arm-thick monster in her mouth, she made up for it with enthusiasm… including licking and sucking his balls.
"Do you want to finish here?" was the question that popped out when she sensed he was ready to cum, and since she was pointing to her ass when she said it, to say that the response was affirmative would be selling it short. Thus, she placed her palms on the wall and let him unload his thick, hot whiteness all over the shelf of her cheeks, even reaching behind herself to direct his spurts into her more intimate places, touching his wrist as she did so.
That was how they'd left it. That same morning, Vera's sister Vivian had been almost unbearably curious about what went on, and the other more ribald girls shared their personal stories. Jessica, the cum queen, claimed to have slept with Jon's cock in her mouth… letting him ejaculate slowly and continuously into her stomach throughout the night while she happily took every drop. Vera couldn't see how this would be possible without choking to death - Jon's cock was huge! Eighteen inches and thicker than her wrist! Jessica had to be lying.
Judith, her powerful and rather butch cousin, claimed to have no interest in men, and that she'd only slept with Jon to "test his suitability" as a partner for her younger sister Janet. Considering the blushing look on Judith's face and the pained, sideways way she'd been walking after her turn in Jon's room, Vera doubted the veracity of this tale even more than Jessica's. And then there were the brash claims from the girls that rang very true - long and overly detailed retellings of deep penetrations, ass-stretching doggystyle sex, choking facefucks, and sex sessions that lasted hours.
Vera's sister Vivian, a sporty, dark-haired amazon type who stood six foot one and excelled at everything from volleyball to long jump, fell into this latter category. In fact, she'd gone on so long about Jon's endurance and how he'd 'blown her back out' that Vera eventually grew annoyed and told her to shut up - with more than a hint of jealousy!
So yes, the reports came in many different forms. But importantly to Vera, none of them seemed to resemble the night she'd spent in Jon's room, and the connection she felt, which was so different from her other male cousins.
Hence, the desire to thank him.
Hence, the cookies. The cookies that were currently stymied by a lack of vegetable oil. And that low noise of annoyed air whistling past her shapely lips: "Oooooh!"
Vera turned and rested her ass against the edge of the counter. The marble lip indented into her cheeks deliciously. Ass mounds. Butt globes. Badonkadonk. There was no word that would fully give it justice. Her ass was so shapely, the curvy spherical cheeks so shelf-like, that Vera could actually hold a full glass of wine between them, with the curve of the receptacle exactly following the small of her back… and not spill a drop.
Jon wasn't in the kitchen to see it - the hour was around 1:30 PM, too late for lunch, too early for dinner - but Vera's reminiscence had put Jon on her mind… and that was having an effect on her. She felt a tingling between her legs and blushed, looking down at the front of her panties, where the mound of her sex was outlined perfectly in violet lace. She slid a finger down to her waistband, sighing and looking up at the ceiling as she blushed and bit her lip.
As nice as the conversation had been… given a second chance, Vera swore wouldn't miss her shot. She'd take the wholething. All the way up her ass! The idea of that was steering her toward some eyes-closed, lip-biting 'brainstorming' when she heard a boisterous and rather playful voice cry out from the door that led from the kitchen to the large backyard and pool area.
"Hoho, what are you doing?"
Vera immediately flinched and took her hand away from her panties. It was her sister, Vivian!
"Nothing," she said, immediately. Vivian was standing in the doorway - looming in it like a giantess, more like it - and then approached, waggling her eyebrows like Groucho Marx.
"Doesn't look like nothing."
"Shush!" Vera replied, and blushed even more, bringing a reddish color of heat below her eyes. This retort was the rudest she ever got, but she and Vivian had a more casual rapport as sisters. Vera turned her crossness to the matter at hand. "I'm just looking for something, that's all!"
"What do you need?" Vivian asked.
Vera explained about the vegetable oil, and asked if Vivian would check the top shelves so she didn't have to go through the indignity of dragging a chair over. After all, what were six-foot sisters for, if not to fetch the occasional highly-placed object from time to time? And so, Vivian, with the long black ponytail trailing down nearly to the middle of the back, turned toward the shelves and started looking, stretching her body upward luxuriously and showing off the longest legs in the family - currently clad in spandex booty shorts tight enough to be a second skin. Add in the striped knee socks, and she looked equally ready to compete in the high jump or pose for fetish photos.
"There's nothing up here," she said, after a minute of rummaging. "Just… hold on." She felt a familiar shape at the back of the shelf and pulled it down. It turned out to be a dildo so old, it was covered with dust.
The sisters looked at it quizzically. "What the heck was that doing up there?" Vivian wondered. "Did Aunt Jane stash them all over the house?"
Vera let out a frustrated sigh and brought her hand to the bridge of her nose. "That doesn't matter," she said. "I just… I wanted to get these cookies baking, so they'll be ready in time, and nothing is where it's supposed to be!" She crossed her arms and again wiped her forehead. "Plus, this kitchen is way too hot!"
Vivian realized that her sister was as agitated as she'd ever seen. "Hey, you're getting all worked up," she admonished. "It's just some cookies."
"It's not just some cookies!"
The volume in Vera's voice revealed that her stress level was maxed. Realizing this, Vivian grabbed Vera's forearm gently. "Come on," she beckoned, and began to lead her out of the kitchen. "I know what'll make you feel better. And when it's over, we'll find the vegetable oil and everything will be fine."
Vera protested. Her batter was ready to be put in the oven! But Vivian was insistent, and so the mixing bowl was placed in the refrigerator, and they moved like ducks in a row, the tall leading the short, to the stairs that led to the second floor. The living room was deserted - most of the other girls were in their rooms, and Aunts Veronica and Jane were overseeing the renovations. Some others were out by the pool - the sisters could hear their laughing, gossiping voices.
Vivian held Vera's hand firmly as she led. She was the older sister by one year, but the relationship between them was clear even without that knowledge. She was taller, more confident, the most statuesque woman in the entire house. Vera, shorter and gentler, timid in her way, would have followed Vivian's lead even if their ages had been reversed.
The destination turned out to be the large shower in the master bedroom. Vera looked around nervously. The room contained an extravagant bed, many shopping bags and jewelry boxes, clothing strewn about in crazy profusion, and a large number of sex toys on the various shelves - some of which looked impossibly big. All that, but no Aunt Jane. That meant the shower was free.
"Come on," Vivian prompted. "Think of how good it'll feel to wash all that sweat off." She gave Vera's butt a playful smack and, to her point, a thin haze of sweat flickered in the air around the impact and subsequent jiggle. But not too much of a jiggle - Vera was as firm as she was round. Her bounciness and fitness existed in a sort of perfect equilibrium that could be equaled by few. And still she looked nervous.
"Are you sure it's okay?" she asked. Vivian was already walking into the master bathroom and stripping off her volleyball jersey - a midriff-baring number that was a bit more risque than the usual. The number "88" emblazoned over her tits was distorted because of the size of them, and the tightness of the garment meant that as she lifted it up and over her head, her boobs lifted as well… only to come bouncing down as she stripped the jersey off. Now naked from the waist up, she removed her hair tie and shook out her mane of shining, jet-black hair. With her bronze complexion and imposing stature, she could have been a queen of the jungle.
"Come on," Viv prompted. "This is your house too. We're all sharing the bathrooms. Aunt Jane won't mind."
The shower was a fancy sort that had expensive chrome fixtures, various attachments and nozzles, and a marble bench built into the back wall, so one could sit down and let water wash over them if they so desired. The entire thing - about as large as a booth at a restaurant - was encased in glass. The perfect place to take a long, relaxing shower to relieve stress… or engage in any number of other activities.
Vera stepped inside. The two sisters undressed in tandem, lifting their legs to pull the underwear from their sweat-sticky bodies. Their plump pussies were silky, shaved mirrors of each other, and sinfully exposed as they bent over, as if to please some unseen voyeur. Once naked, they stepped into the shower together and Vivian turned it on.
The Herron House had an enormous water heater, and it was a good thing too, considering the huge amount of post-coital showers occurring with regularity. Vivian stretched her arms over her head and let the steamy water pour down over her long, sculpted body. Her physique was long, graceful and flawless; in a past life she could have been a warrior goddess bathing in a waterfall. Her taller form blocked the water off from Vera at first, but then she shifted to allow her younger sister in, and they stood in the spray together, exhaling with satisfaction as their skin became gleaming.
There was soap and shampoo in a dozen varieties, on a shelf built into the wall. The sisters didn't need to speak as each lathered up the other; it was a ritual they had performed many times as teenagers, when they had first indulged their curiosities with each other. Vivian reached down and cupped Vera's soapy ass-cheeks, the flesh seemed to pour through her fingers. Suds washed down in rivulets that followed the channels of supple, athletic muscle in their burnished physiques.
Vera was biting her lip. "I knew you were in a mood," Vivian said softly. Her eyes were bright blue, and the difference between those and Vera's amber-colored eyes was, along with height and hairstyle, one of the key differences between them. "You like him, don't you? When you like someone you always start baking."
"N-no," Vera requested, blushing. She reached around to cup Vivian's rear as well, her fingers caressing the soap-slippery bubbles of flesh. "He's just… different than I expected." The proximity of their faces made their words audible to each other over the running water. Their breasts dovetailed together because of their height difference; Vera's face at the level of Vivian's neck.
"I used to warn you about getting all romantic," Vivian chastised. "When's your next turn in his room?"
"Fifteen days ," Vera replied, glumly, and her voice was filled with such obvious disappointment that Vivian burst out laughing, causing Vera to whack her playfully. Soap bubbles flew.
"Shush!"
"You better make his head spin the next time you're in there," Vivian joked. "If you want to have the inside track."
"It's not like that," Vera replied.
"No?"
"You're always so competitive!" Vera removed her hands from her sister's butt and crossed her arms, turning away slightly. "I just want to have…"
But then her voice trailed off. She didn't know what she wanted to have. She just knew that she liked her cousin Jon, the handsome and athletic young man her age, who had outlined a possible future that sounded very appealing.
"HIs cock is really big," Vivian purred, pressing against Vera. Cornering her against the shower wall. The room was starting to steam up. She groped one of Vera's ass-cheeks again, lifting the heavy meat and letting it fall wetly back down in a burst of soap bubbles. "Were you able to handle the whole thing?"
"N-no-" Vera started, blushing both because of her sister's attentions and also her own embarrassment.
"What? You didn't try to take him up your ass? But that's your favorite thing!"
"No. I mean… I didn't try. We just talked until we fell asleep." Vivian was looming over Vera now, listening to her explanation with a bemused expression. She had always been the fearless one, the counterweight to Vera's occasional bouts of anxiety and worry.
"You really didn't do anything ?"
"I put him in my mouth."
"We call that a blowjob. It's okay to say it," Vivian laughed. Vera was blushing so fiercely now that her face was red as a beet, and Vivian couldn't help teasing her a little. "Was that all?"
"At the end, he… finished on my… you know," Vera added, glancing down.
Vivian loomed closer, pressing Vera against the steamy glass. Their bodies entwined, and Vera's booty pressed against the pane and squeaked, forming a pair of huge brown ovoid shapes when viewed from outside. "You let him blast all over your ass, huh?" Vivian purred. "I bet he loved that."
"I-"
"Did he shoot a huge fucking load?" Vivian went on, pushing Vera's buttons expertly. "When I fucked him, he totally covered me from head to toe." She slid her hand down and slipped one digit into the furrow of Vera's pussy, drawing a low, lip-biting moan.
"Y-yeah," she admitted. "He did."
"And you liked that, didn't you?"
Vera nodded silently. Now their eyes were locked on each other. Her looking up. Viv looking down.
"You like it when guys shoot enough to cover your massive fucking ass, don't you?"
"Viv!" Vera objected. Any mention of the size of her ass never failed to draw fits of embarrassment, especially since Vivian's statement happened to be true. Vera loved it when guys finished on her ass, and loved doggystyle sex whether anal or vaginal. The fact that she was too shy to say these things didn't make them any less true. Vivian had pried her proclivities from her only over the course of several years.
Before Vera could do any more objecting, though, Vivian slid her finger more aggressively into the slick furrow beneath, and then, with her opposite hand, cupped Vera's ass and pulled her up into a gasping, steamy lesbian kiss. Their tongues tangled and then explored each other's mouths, a reciprocation they had performed hundreds or thousands of times in their lives. They moaned into each other and Vera, in spite of her embarrassment, returned Vivian's embrace and moved her own hand to slide between her sister's legs. Their wet, soapy bodies pressed together.
"I know what you need, sis," Vivian breathed, breaking the kiss with strands of saliva connecting their pretty, gasping mouths. In their lives, this had been a dynamic between them; Vera getting pent up with anxiety over something, and Vivian providing the outlet. Their hands had become practiced with the repetition of it, and so they exchanged firm, circling thumb-rubs, each finding the clitoris of the other expertly, drawing out seething moans like water from a sponge.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, with Vivian's greater height giving her the upper hand on her more compact sister… and the stature to raise one thigh upward and grind her shapely thigh between Vera's legs. Buttocks were cupped, breasts slid against each other, awash with water and suds, and then Vivian took hold of Vera's short hair, pulling her face down. She barely needed to lift her breasts to feed her nipple into her sister's mouth. The pore-lined, water slick circle stood out from her brown complexion with its stark pinkness.
Vera sucked and nibbled and Vivian threw her wet hair back. "Mmm… fuck!" she moaned. Her hand came down and gave Vera's ass a playful slap. "You've always known how to make people feel good, haven't you?" Their eyes met and Vera didn't need to answer; they both knew it was true. And so the younger sister gasped and nibbled and sucked on the large, round tits of the older, groping what she couldn't pleasure with her mouth, driving Vivian wild and making her gasp and toss her wet, Amazonian black hair around, sending splashes of water spray splattering across the enclosure.
Still controlling Vera's head, Vivian backed across the shower and through the water spray, reclining backward on the marble bench and making her buttocks compress against the hard surface deliciously. From there, she returned the favor by sucking on Vera's breasts, sometimes biting playfully, closing her teeth until her sister could take no more and moaned with arousal. After a suitable period of reciprocal breast-sucking, she leaned back further and spread her legs… exposing her water-dappled, completely shaved pussy to her younger sister.
Besides being a volleyball player, Vivian was a high-jumper and pole vaulter (and yes, she's heard all the possible jokes), and her legs were so long and gazelle-like that they nearly stretched the entire width of the shower stall as she spread them wide, showing off sculpted calf muscles and the deep-set arches of her feet, the toes of which were painted a bubblegum pink. They were long and languid and when splayed, seemed to invite partners into her pussy as a mother spider into a web.
Vera fell to her knees, her heavy, peach-shaped ass bulging against her ankles, and placed her hands on Vivian's thighs. Once there, she let her older sister keep a hand in her hair as she buried her tongue in her molten, quivering slit.
"Fuck," Vivain moaned. "Fuck, yes." It was as dirty as she could talk aloud without causing Vera to blush a crimson streak and cease what she was doing out of embarrassment. Vivian was as fearless in the bedroom as she was on the field or the court, but she kept base utterances like I bet he'd love to watch us lick each others cunts and I'm such a fucking dyke for my own little sister firmly in cheek. It was all true, though. She had no compunctions about letting men watch her and Vera at play… or watching her sister fuck, either. In the game of sex, as in life, there was always a winner… and nothing Viv hated more than coming in second. Thus she wanted her partners to cum the hardest and their cocks to be the biggest. And if it meant eating out her sister in full view of a room of hung, horny studs, well… it wouldn't be the first time.
Now, though, it was Vera who had her eye on a prize. The coveted Jon Herron cup, as it were. And Viv didn't have the heart to compete against her own sister, especially since Vera seemed to feel so strongly.
"Fuuuuuck," Vivian groaned again, now with two hands in Vera's hair, making eye contact as her sister peeked shyly up over her pubic mound. "You're making me feel so good!" She tensed her muscles and splayed her legs even wider, bucking her hips a little to drive her cunt mound upward and grind it against her sister's mouth. The combination of Vera's fingers and tongue were quickly pushing her toward a rumbling, satisfying orgasm.
Vivian would have happily stayed in the shower all afternoon, but they didn't have that kind of time. They only had until Vera started to once again get stressed about her cookie batter, currently chilling in the fridge. So with an eye toward speeding things along, she swung one leg over and turned on the bench, laying down lengthwise… though she was so tall she couldn't fully extend her body.
She didn't need to explain what she intended; lip-licking gesture of her head was enough. Vera also climbed onto the bench, but face down and in the opposite direction. Their soaking bodies were still oiled with suds in places, and the younger sister settled onto the older gently, breasts on thighs, in a classic sixty-nine position. But there was one thing about this position that always made Vera a bit embarrassed-
CLAP!
As soon as Vera was in position, Vivian's hands came down on her slick, soapy ass, making those thick cheeks reverberate. She kneaded two handfuls of bronzed, perfect flesh and let the slick weight of it pour through her long and agile fingers. "Mmm…fuck!" Vivian purred. "This is the only place you've ever finished ahead of me!"
Vera made a whimpering noise of embarrassment as Vivian's tongue teased the fat pearl of her clit. What her older sister had said was true. Vivian had walked first, talked first, reached four feet tall and then five feet tall first - as evidenced by growth markers and initials that would forever decorate the door frame of their first room back at the Herron ranch. She could run faster and jump higher. Perhaps owing to her larger body size, her breasts were about as large as Vera's despite her lankier frame. (Vivian had tried to 'compete' in this area too until Vera got tired of it and refused to talk about it anymore.)
In the realm of ass, though, there was only one possible winner. Vivian's ass was amazing. A pair of bubble cheeks that exploded outward from her model-height form and looked particularly enticing in a pair of high-cut track or volleyball shorts. When she was out for a jog in her compression leggings, no man could resist watching her round booty and insane thigh gap as it wiggled off into the distance.
But Vera was on another level.
More compact than her sister but just as athletic, Vera's had a big, round, perfectly-formed pair of cheeks that threatened to destroy any garment that wasn't pulled up with care. There was no delicate way to put it - her ass was huge . And not sloppy huge, but squat-sculpted, never-skip-the-gym, clench-your-cheeks-and-bend-a-fork huge. It was a monster ass. And at that very moment, it was soaped up, glistening with water droplets… and planted right on Vivian's face!
She used her hands to clap Vera's cheeks together and make a rhythmic noise as she ate her pussy out; soon they were trading tongue-lashings and gasps in a bathroom that was now completely steamed up. Their dolphin-slick bronze bodies were flawless as they caressed and rubbed together, mopping each other with their breasts and eating pussy without a care for the lewd sucking and lip-smacking noises that vanished into the noise of water like ghosts.
"You have such a big, fat, lewd ass!" Viv teased, and then buzzed Vera's clit before the blushing complaints could come. Slrrrrrp!
"It's not big!" Vera moaned, and then got her revenge by doing a figure-eight around her sister's button and lapping at the pink crescent between her silky, hairless cunt flaps.
"Nnngh! Who are you kidding? It's huge!" Vivian continued, though with difficulty as she approached her own climax. "And it's going to be your secret weapon!"
"Shush!" came the reply. But in the depths of their mutual pleasure, it had no power.
"I bet he wants to bend you over!" Vivian added, viciously, groping Vera's butt and spreading her cheeks. The fact that fantasies of Jon would excite Vera was not lost on her. "Let me get you ready for him. I want to see if you can take every inch of that monster!"
"Viv! Ah!" Vera groaned out as Vivian's tongue teased the perfect pink triangle of her butthole. Nestled deep between her ass-mounds, it was as aesthetically perfect as the rest of the package - slightly raised, fading from her natural earth-toned complexion to a slight pink. And now, her sister's tongue - one of the longest in the family, long like her limbs - was being jammed all the way up it!
Slrrrrp! Slrrrrk! Pop! Vivian pulled her mouth away and moaned as she saw the saliva strands connecting her mouth to Vera's rim, gathering them and using them to lube up her hand for some finger-fucking. "He wants you to get low on his dick," she continued to tease. "So you better be ready to clap all over his abs while you ride that big fucker!"
"F-nnngh!" Vera groaned. Vivian's fingering picked up speed, finding her G-spot with practiced skill, as she'd done hundreds of times before. "That's… that's not-"
"Stop being so shy!" Vivian admonished. "You can't be passive if you want something, you have to take it!"
"It's… not a competition!!" Vera groaned. She had now collapsed, gasping against the bench, letting Vivian do the work. "If… if you keep doing that… I'm gonna-"
"I know you're going to! I can feel it!"
Vera let out a moaning purr, clutching at the marble, arching her back. Vivian clapped her hands down on that ass one last time and kept her in place. "Squirt all over my face!" she ordered, feeling Vera tighten up inside. "Just let yourself go!"
"Don't… say it like that!" came the protest. But the climax was coming whether Vera was embarrassed or not. And Vivian, tired of her timidness, was in no mood to back down.
Vivian slapped Vera's ass and cried out: "Sit your fat ass on my face and blast right in my mouth!"
And, perhaps spurred on by the insistent nature of the command, or too far into her own pleasure to care about the scandalous words, Vera did. She pushed herself up and squatted over her sister like a perched cat, her huge ass casting a shadow over Vivian, while she was finger-fucked to completion. She cried out and squinted her eyes shut, and she thought of Jon as a hot, syrupy blast of squirt erupted from her pussy and filled Vivian's mouth to the brim, covering her face completely before subsiding. Then, she sank down and sat her weight completely on her sister, giving her a face-full of silky, orgasming pussy. She shuddered and gasped with half-lidded eyes as Vivian licked her way through the aftershocks.
Their breath slowed in tandem. The pads of their fingers had become wrinkled like raisins. And though they were silent, the unspoken question of cookie batter, as predicted, started to loom. Vivian said only one thing as they finished their shower: "It is a competition, you know. And you can win it, sis. You just need the right mindset !" They dressed without saying more, and descended back to the first floor, looking very satisfied. Vivian in her jersey, tight athletic shorts and knee socks; Vera in her tied-off, midriff-baring blouse, runners, and slit-side jogging shorts.
The sisters quickly discovered that the kitchen had gained a new occupant in the twenty minutes they'd spent "relaxing". A blonde, leggy occupant who currently had her feet up on the table, taking drags of Grape Drank vape juice off of a bedazzled pink pen and letting the smoke curl lazily out from between bee-stung, pink-painted dicksucker lips - and ignoring Aunt Jane's rule about smoking indoors. Her legs were decorated with torn fishnet stockings and her feet clad in six-inch platform Chuck Taylor heels. Her top was also fishnet, almost totally see-through, revealing two indecently huge, tanned breasts, each one with a barbell piercing. A pink thong and sheer pink arm sleeves were her only pieces of clothing that weren't trashily torn or otherwise distressed.
Except for the designer flat-brim hat, of course. Emblazoned with "SLUT" on the front, in glittering sequins. Who else could it be, but Jen Herron?
"How'd the muff diving go?" Jen asked, her voice dry with smoke. She drained the last of a can of Monster Energy and simply tossed the empty in the general direction of the kitchen garbage, missing by a good foot. She then blew out another plume of smoke. "Did sasquatch strap it on?"
Vera watched the can roll to a stop, dutifully, bent over and picked it up, depositing it where it belonged - in the recycling bin under the sink. She didn't bother answering Jen's question or engaging with her. Back in Herron County, there had been occasional rivalries between the female cousins, but in the end, they realized they were all in it together, for the family.
Jen, a loner, hadn't grown up with any such rules. Or any rules in general, actually. In the first months of cohabitation, she had slept in their beds, stolen their clothes, makeup and money, engaged in gangbangs in their rooms (leaving cum-stained sheets, drug paraphernalia and condoms behind), and generally treated the entire house like her own personal stomping ground. Most notably, she completely ignored Veronica's "schedule" of 'nights with Jon' and attempted to goad him into fucking her whenever she felt like it - usually with promises of 'revenge' for all the annoying shit she'd done the prior week.
It was an attitude Vera couldn't really understand. Jon usually seemed so nice and gentle, but his blonde, bubble-butt, bimbo bitch sister really knew how to push his buttons.
"Don't you have something better to do?" Vivian retorted.
"Fuck no." Jen shifted and lifted her legs off of the table, turning toward them. "And not that I care, but the Grease Monkey stopped by and left something for Miss Goodie Two-Shoes." She gestured with her head toward the table, a spot her large platform heels had been mostly obscuring.
The 'Grease Monkey' was Virginia, Veronica's older daughter, and the most mechanically-inclined of the cousins. She had made the garage her personal playground, and was always tinkering… usually while wearing nothing but a bikini top and some ultra-distressed daisy dukes that were little more than denim scraps and pockets. A few smears of oil only added to her redheaded, tomboyish beauty.
'Miss Goodie Two-Shoes', on the other hand, was Vera. Jen was too lazy and contemptuous to learn any of their names. Vivian was 'Sasquatch'. Jenna had been insultingly christened "Mini-Me' - though almost nobody had much sympathy considering Jenna was the brattiest of all of them. She'd given out these names without permission, and almost nobody had stood up to her… except for Aunt Veronica, who objected to being called "Aunt Boobs". Jen only relented when her mother, Jane, confided that Veronica was not one to mess with, and technically had been a ruthless mob boss for nearly twenty years.
Vera wrinkled her nose at the nickname, but her mood improved when she saw what Ginny had left her - the vegetable oil! There was an attached sticky note with the words: "Sorry, I needed something to lube up the gears on Fuck Machine 2.0!"
Grabbing the bottle, her mood much improved, Vera made her way to the refrigerator to retrieve the bowl of cinnamon cookie batter. She opened the door, leaned in… only to shortly find herself hip-to-hip with Jen… he had risen from her chair to lean in right beside her… intentionally crowding her. Their large, round breasts hung down from the bent-over position, and the chill air from the fridge made their nipples stiffen in unison.
"Can I help you?" Vera asked, crossly. She was clutching her mixing bowl in two hands.
Jen, meanwhile, was reaching for another energy drink. Or pretending to. Because her true motive became clear as she whispered harshly to Vera beneath the buzz of the fridge, and safely out of earshot from Vivian:
"You think some cookies are going to get his attention?" She shoved sideways with her hips, their asses smooshed together at the fridge door, four round globes of ass-meat compressing in a row.
Vera made a tsk noise. "I'm just doing something nice," she replied. "You should try it!"
"Bullshit," Jen sneered back. "Well, don't get any ideas, Goodie Two Shoes. That donkey dick is mine ." She shoved even harder, sideways with her but, elbowing Vera against the door. Glassware clanked.
Perhaps without Vivian's pep talk, Vera would have backed down. But this time she didn't… shoving back toward Jen with her own large, perfectly shaped ass. The two flavors of booty - cinnamon-colored donk and bleach blond tanning booth bubble - were locked in battle. Flesh swelled on flesh deliciously. "Leave me alone," Vera spat. "It's none of your business! So why don't you take it up with-"
"Jon!" Vivian blurted, from her station near the counter.
Having just finished a swim, Jon Herron walked into the room toweling off his hair. His swim trunks were intended to be loose enough not to show too much of his famous endowment… but his cock was so large, even flaccid, that it was like trying to use a burlap sack to hide a boa constrictor. His fat balls and coiling shaft were obvious… as was the twitching of his cock when confronted by Jen and Vera, bent over at the waist, showing off their cheeks while leaning into the fridge.
"Uh…" he managed. All toweling and drying was forgotten. Even with several months of 'head of the house' experience under his belt, he couldn't keep a poker face.
Two. Massive. Asses. It was the first time he'd seen Vera's donked out, athletic ass-mounds lined up against Jen's big, bouncy megabubble. He couldn't think. He couldn't even remember what he came to the kitchen for . They were jostling for position, swaying left and right, making their cheeks clap against themselves, and each other. Jen's thong covered almost nothing and was being totally swallowed; her tramp stamp, as always made her look trashy… and eminently ass-fuckable. But the hint of Vera's pussy visible through the cheek- distended leg holes of her shorts was equally enticing.
"I, uh…" he continued. The girls turned around. Vera had a mixing bowl and offered a sweet but embarrassed smile. Jen just stared at his cock.
There was an awkward silence. "I'm… making cinnamon cookies!" Vera eventually offered, sounding strained. Immediately she seemed to scold herself for sounding like a doofus, and blush even more.
"Oh! That's great," Jon said, rescuing her by responding positively.
Jen made a jerk-off motion with her hand and rolled her eyes. "Big whoop. How about you bend me over and shove your cock up my ass?" she requested, stepping forward and shining up her dicksucker lips with spit.
Jon sighed. "Not right now," he said, wearily. But Jen was soon clinging to one of his muscled biceps and running a hand over his washboard abs… all the way down to the pendulum bulge of his cock.
"You can seriously do anything you want to me," she purred in his ear… but loud enough for the rest to hear. "If you're upset about me pawning your laptop… why don't you slap me while you stir me up with that monster dick?"
"Jen, fuck off," Jon said, grumpily, turning his head away. But then his eyes flashed. "Wait, what do you mean 'my old laptop'? I only have one laptop!"
Jen giggled mischievously. "Oops!" she said. "I guess now, you have none!"
Jon's face reddened, and Jen pressed her body against his. "I want eighteen inches of hate-fuck dick all the way up my fucking ass," she purred. "So… maybe I'll see you in my room later." Then, amazingly, she tipped the other two girls a wink, disengaged from Jon, and sashayed out of the room, heels clacking and hips swinging. For a moment, it seemed Jon might go after her right then - his trunks were bulging with the beginnings of an erection - but instead, he exhaled… and then sat down at the table, rubbing his forehead.
"Ignore that," he managed. "She's just fucking with me." He looked troubled, and it was in Vera's nature to come and put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up.
"Rest here a while. I'll have fresh cookies in twenty minutes," she said, offering a gentle smile.
"I shouldn't. I have to go back out there to make sure my mom doesn't start fucking the construction workers." He chuckled like it was a joke, but they both knew that it wasn't. Still, Vera's invitation seemed pleasing, and he didn't get up.
"Just take twenty minutes," Vera insisted, and rubbed his shoulder gently. Jon smiled, and nodded - her offer was the permission he needed to take a short break from the craziness of running the house. Vera had already started the oven pre-heating, Jon couldn't help but watch as she buzzed around the kitchen, doling out the batter onto the baking sheet. And when she exclaimed that it was hot and once again peeled off her shorts, placing them in the oven while wearing only her panties, he couldn't pull his eyes away.
Vivian, arms crossed, nodded with sly approval and took her leave. That meant it was just Jon and Vera in the kitchen, a muscled stud in his swim trunks and a shy baker with a pixie cut, her explosive body contained by nothing more than a sports bra and some overtaxed panties.
They chatted while the cookies were baking; picking up where they had left off that night in his room - about the renovations on the house, Jon's interests, her possible candidates for a career. Vera continued to be fascinated by Jon; who seemed both so vulnerable and so indestructible all at once. She didn't envy him the task of dealing with so many horny women, and it was her nature to want to ease his burden. Yet she knew he liked it, too. Which was okay. So did she. She was a Herron, after all. The bulge in his swim trunks excited her in a way that made her blush. And near the end, when the timer was down to only a minute, Vera built up the courage to say "I could take the rest of my clothes off, if you want."
Jon raised an eyebrow. "Oh! Uh… you don't have to-"
Vera immediately looked embarrassed, worried she had been too forward.
"No, I mean. You don't have to," Jon clarified, coming to her rescue. "But… if you want to." And so, Vera clicked the oven off and stripped out of her panties, peeling them down and away from her ass while giving Jon a full view of the gradual unveiling, and then removed her bra. Her breasts hung down in gravity-defying ovoid shapes as she opened the door and, wearing only cute oven mitts, retrieved her bounty of cookies.
Jon watched closely, his cock now feeling very tight in his trunks. When Vera returned with the tray, naked except for the mitts and her runners, her breasts bouncing and her ass-cheeks bobbing, her gentle manner seemed to make an unspoken promise that was much different than the attitudes of the other girls in the house.
I could do this for you every day , her eyes said. This, and more.
"These need to cool," she told him, placing the cookie tray on the table. "So… wait a minute or two, okay?"
"Right." They shared a glance for a moment, and the sustained eye contact made Vera blush anew. She slid up and perched her ass on the table, right next to the cookies. Her flawless cheeks bulged as they pressed up against the table surface.
"You can have as much as you like," she said. Jon's cock twitched harder than ever. She was looking at him with a mix of need and innocence that was boner-inducing. The unspoken promise of her eyes grew more intense.
Let me take care of you.
What happened next was wordless. She slipped off the table… and then knelt down below it. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of Jon's trunks, pulling them down, exposing inch after inch of his half-hard shaft until finally the tip sprang free, nearly rebounding up and hitting the underside of the table.
She caressed the shaft, using her hands to pull his fat balls free, marveling at the weight and size of each one. Her hot breath painted Jon's cockhead, which was already leaking a pearl of thick, virile pre-cum. "Just eat," she said, gently. "And forget your troubles."
It was far from I want you to throat fuck me , but like Jen, Vera had her ways. She closed her eyes sweetly and milked a fat spurt of pre-cum into her lips as she smooched his tip, making out with it like a girl with her highschool sweetheart. And in that moment, the connection between them was growing. Vera was giving Jon a vision of one possible future, filled not with skanks begging for a hate-fuck, but of relaxing blowjobs while eating delicious baked goods.
She would cook naked for him, massage him, satisfy him, talk to him about his day… and serve up as much of her amazing ass as his cock could handle. That was the promise, and the message, and the picture that her gentle attentions drew in Jon's mind. Her ears perked up as she heard Jon pick up one of the cookies from the tray and blow on it. The deliciousness of her baking would seal the deal, she hoped. In spite of her anxiety, everything was working out-
-until it wasn't.
"Pfffffffffffngh!" Jon gasped. Vera's eyes went wide. She had barely started her blowjob… certainly, she wasn't far along enough to elicit that sort of response! Leaning out from beneath the table, her face turned to horrified worry as she saw Jon's face turning red and his eyes watering.
"Ah!" she cried, standing and clutching her hands to her ample chest. "What's wrong? What's-"
Jon gagged and held his throat. His eyes were red. Snot was bubbling in his nose. He was wheezing, his powerful body stricken. Next to his hand was a cinnamon cookie with a large bite out of it. The cause of his distress was clear. But how? She had tasted the batter herself! Her eyes scanned over to the spice rack above the stove, and then, with dawning horror, Vera noticed that the bottles of paprika and cayenne pepper, half-full prior to her shower, were totally empty !
Jon rose, knocking his chair over, and stumbled to the sink. He began to splash water on his face and drink out of the faucet, his shorts around his knees. His cock bobbed and bounced as he moved. "Hot!" he groaned. "Too hot!" He extended his tongue and ran cold water onto it. His eyes were red and streaming.
Vera stood, panicking, not knowing what to do. "I'm sorry!" she wailed, nearly crying herself at the situation. After a moment, she moved to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of milk - the antidote to too-spicy food. But she found that the milk was missing as well! She closed the door, turned… and then saw Jen standing in the doorway, with a cat-that-caught-the-canary expression… and a bottle of milk in hand.
"Here, little bro," Jen said, walking over to a gasping, wheezing Jon and handing him the large, old-fashioned milk bottle - which was labeled "VIOLET" via a sticky note. "Something to save you from those terrible cookies." Jon snatched the bottle and upended the entire thing directory on his face and into his mouth, moaning with relief. His gasps and snorting started to subside, but he was still obviously in discomfort… and looked rather ridiculous with his pants around his knees and his head covered in milk.
Jen gave Vera a sly look, then walked toward her on her way back out of the kitchen, leaning in with a harsh whisper. "Cookies didn't work out like you planned, huh?" she whispered into her ear. "Tough break. You should probably leave my brother to people who know how to take care of him. Because as long as I'm here… your ass will always be second-best ."
With Vera too shocked and upset to reply, Jen clacked and ass-bounced her way out of the kitchen, blowing one last insolent plume of vape smoke on her way out. Vera, fists clenched, could only watch her go.
"Y-you… you!" she sputtered. She had never been so angry. She was building to a crescendo and couldn't hold back. "You're…"
She gathered all her anger and searched for the right phrase to describe Jen.
"-a… a B-word!" she finished. It was the meanest thing she could muster.
Jon, meanwhile, hauled his shorts up and hobbled over to the table, holding a towel over his face and eyes and groaning with discomfort. The cookies had been more pepper than cookie. Jen had slyly mixed the spices into the batter to hide their addition all while Vera and Vivian were in the shower.
The special moment between her and cousin Jon had been ruined. Any bonding they had done had been erased. Vera could barely believe that Jen could stoop so low… but the devious blonde had survived her entire life by being the dirtiest player in the game.
Having heard the commotion, Vivian joined Vera in the kitchen as the latter stood shellshocked, offering a comforting arm around the shoulder. "Still think it's not a competition?" she asked, as they gazed at the archway through which Jen had exited, leaving a smoke trail in her wake.
Vera said nothing at first. Solemnly, with only Jon's occasional capsaicin-fuelled sniffles as soundtrack, she scraped her ruined cookies from the tray and into the bin. But her amber eyes were determined, and her hands were balled into fists.
She wouldn't back down.
Sex being the main method of conflict resolution in the Herron family, there was only one person who could decide who had the best ass in the house, and which of them could please Jon best.
Jon himself.