The broken hearts – 3

“I know,” Marsha sighed, cupping them now, trying to keep them in place. “Makes me almost wish my tits weren’t as big as they are,” she sighed once more. “But I do love the dress.”

Sophia walked around in front of her at this point, now looking towards the doorway. By the knowing look on her face, she knew I was there. Still wearing her robe, it parted however, opening. I could see the swell of my sister’s breasts as she stood there, still wearing all things…her recently cum-filled panties. “Let me see something,” she offered, and then unzipped Marsha’s dress just enough to comfortably pull down the front.

Marsha’s rather large breasts, even bigger than Sophia’s were, suddenly spilling out. My earlier wonderings suddenly confirmed as a splash of freckles further decorated her tits, areolas almost as red as her hair was, with seemingly hard stiff nipples protruding off each one. Sophia cupped her friend’s breasts pressing them together for a moment. Though I think she was doing that more so for me, than for actually doing anything.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d swear you were trying to cop a feel,” Marsha quipped.

“Who knows? Maybe I am?” Sophia responded in kind, though stepping back now, appearing to look and think for a moment.

“Well, you let me know if you ever are interested,” Marsha joked back. “I’ve actually never been with a woman myself before, but you’d certainly be the exception to that given the chance.”

Sophia stepped up, taking the woman’s breasts back in her hands again, once more molding them positioning as though trying to see something. “Like I said honey…next time we go out and get drunk, maybe you can take advantage of me then…who knows what might happen after that?”

“Quit teasing me…you’re getting me horny, especially fondling my tits like that.” “I’m not fondling honey…I’m looking. If I was fondling…you’d know. I’d be doing something like this instead,” she said leaning over and all too briefly sucking in one of Marsha’s hard nipples. Marsha gasped as she did that.

But Sophia quickly stopped standing upright again. “Now you know,” she laughed, turning towards her dresser as Marsha stood there looking at her in wide-eyed surprise. Though I was too, even though neither of them could see me doing it. And not only that…I now had a hard on again.

“Let’s try this,” she said, turning back towards her friend. “A while back I had a similar problem with my boobs falling out. Got this, seemed to help. Might do the same for you, might as well see shall we?”

It was hard to tell really, but it appeared to be some kind of tape or something. Sophia was the one actually placing her hands on Marsha’s boobs again, and then fitting them back into the dress. She tore off a couple of pieces of tape, strategically placing them, refitting the woman’s boobs, and then stood back again.

“Try leaning over now, let’s see what happens.” Marsha did. Leaning forward far more than what you’d figure she would under any circumstances. I got a nice clear view of her massive cleavage as she did that, even swaying from side to side some, but they appeared to stay where they were supposed to. “Now…trying bouncing a little, let’s see what that does.” She bounced, but this time her boobs did pop out of the dress, once again fully revealing themselves.

“Ok, so no bouncing,” Marsha stated, laughing as she stood there once again admiring herself, with her tits hanging out.

“Yeah, no bouncing. But other than that, I think that the tape may help, so you’re welcome to try it.”

“Thank you,” Marsha said, now unzipping the dress the rest of the way as she proceeded to take it completely off. Sophia glanced back towards me once more, grinned and winked. Marsha was in fact only wearing a black thong beneath the dress. As Marsha began to dress in her other clothing, she asked: “By the way, how come you’re running around half naked in the middle of the day anyway? And where’s Jacob at?” She slyly added.

“Because I was busy masturbating just before you arrived, that’s why,” Sophia said openly, surprising her friend perhaps with the candid response, which wasn’t all that far from the truth either. Though the truth would have been something else entirely. “And Jacob’s in his bedroom taking a nap I think. He’s had a long…hard day,” she added. Marsha looked at her friend for a moment, a curious look on her face. Though I chose that moment to quietly head down to my room before I overheard anything else being said.

I lay there on my own bed, quietly, and idly playing with myself as though having nothing else to do. I soon heard my sister’s door opening, and the two of them entering the hall, still talking and giggling.

“If I didn’t know you better…I swear Sophia,” Marsha was saying, though they soon headed downstairs again so I didn’t catch anything else that might have been said. Minutes later I could hear the sound of Marsha’s car starting, and knew she’d be leaving soon. But it gave me pause as I considered their conversation.

“What would people think if they found out about what we had been doing? Especially our own children? Let alone other friends and neighbors? As exciting as this all was, had been…where we indeed playing with fire here? And would it perhaps be better if we took the time to actually sit down and discuss this, before things really did get out of hand here?”

I rolled out of bed, slipped into a fresh clean pair of boxer shorts even as I heard the sound of my sister’s footsteps coming back up the stairs again.

It was time to talk.

To be continued…