Sisters In Control - Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Maybe it was the fever, maybe it was his own lust, or maybe it was the seven-foot amazon that was stripping before him. Whichever was the reason, Jesse couldn´t think straight.

Abby´s body was so sensuous. Her curves, the plumpness of her soft, erotic body. She´s more mature than him, probably somewhere in her thirties, or so he knows; her body seems thick, sexy.

So feminine, so voluptuous, and she´s so tall that her dimensions are unbelievable! The wideness of her hips, the bounce of her naked breasts. Her skin, so smooth, so perfect. He can´t help it, he wants to run his fingers all over her, to caress her, to feel her.

But she´s the one who´s going to run something else on his skin.

“Bath time!” she announced, so carelessly naked.

Within a moment, she was scrubbing him with a sponge. Rubbing his back gently, softly. He could feel her enormous breasts against his back. How can she even see him? Doesn´t her boobs cover him?

“Shh, just relax, why are you so tense? I´ve seen you naked already, don´t worry.” She purred.

As if he was unsettled by that. He was tense because he was aroused, probably she can´t see his member, so hard, erect out of the arousal this sensuous amazon gives him.

“A nice shower, that´s what you need. You know, it´s not ok just to lie in bed all day when you´re sick, you have to walk, move a bit. But not alone, that´s why I´m here. I´m here, just for you, hehe, maybe you should be glad, I´m your personal nurse for tonight.” Just for him. Her voice echoed in his mind.

What could go wrong? For a moment, he forgot a couple of things about her and just focused on the sponge, going up and down his back.

Then, going over his shoulders, the back of his neck, then the front. So slowly, so tender, Jesse closed his eyes, he could only feel the monumental lady behind him, and he could only listen to the sound of the water, falling to the floor like rain. It was relaxing, maybe he should listen to her.

Just relax and let her take care. What´s the worst that could happen?

He figured that out quite rapidly. The sponge on his chest, she was drawing these circles over it. Then, she began to lower, and he didn´t realize how low she was getting. All he could feel was the weight of her bosom intensifying.

Her breasts, heavier and heavier as she bent over behind him, trying to reach down. And he never really questioned why, until it was too late.

Maybe the weight of her bosom distracted him, maybe the softness of her boobs kept him at bay. But, suddenly, he felt the sponge, right over his hard member, and then, immediately, she squeezed his cock.

“Oh my! It seems someone´s enjoying the shower!” Abby said, stroking his member as she spoke, “Shh, relax, let me just give it a nice rub. After all, you have to be clean, every inch of you…” All he wanted was for her to have mercy.

And probably dispose the sponge after…

With the amazon´s body coming closer to his, with her hand, jerking off his member, it was impossible for him to resist.

His legs gave, but she rapidly caught him, wrapping one arm around his chest and helping him to stand. Her size, her curves, Jesse was speechless, all he could do was breathe, in and out as she focused on his hard member.

Pulling, squeezing, over and over, with a tight grip, yet not too tight. He felt pleasure, his arousal intensified, he craved for more.

Quivers ran down his spine, or were they chills? The water falling over him, the sexy amazon behind, holding him in place. His body against hers. So big, so thick, so soft.

He was sinking in her chest, he could feel part of him sinking between her enormous breasts. And what cup was she? He never asked. J? No. K? Nope. L? Not quite. She was so big, maybe she was even an N-cup, or an O-cup?

Maybe an O-cup, a letter that´s as round as her breasts, that would make sense. She was tall, and even for someone her size, her boobs look gigantic.

When did he climax? He´s unsure, when did he come out of the shower? Not sure either. How did she carry him to bed? Maybe she carried him, that would make sense.

Everything happened so fast, was he spent? Well, she certainly pulled until the last drop out of him. He moaned softly as his hot cum came out of his body. And now, he was back in bed.

“Are you feeling better?” Abby asked.

“I… I think I am.” He replied.

“I told you the shower would help. Let´s see…” she said as she placed her hand over his forehead. “Cool enough to me.” She added.

Abby was just so sensuous. Her body was so hot. What was the problem with her again? Maybe he forgot. Or, maybe, Abby deserves a second chance.

Maybe he´s too tired, or too spent, to remember. But if he forgot, then it mustn´t have been so bad, right?

What was the reason why he rejected her? He can´t tell. Was she possessive? It would make sense, she´s such a big woman, maybe she wants to have the pants in the relationship. But that doesn´t make sense, she´s too kind.

“I´ll go get you some dinner, how about some soup? Hmm? You need some nutrients so that you can recover faster. Besides, that little… exercise you had on the shower, you need to recover from that as well. I´ll be right back.” She smiled.

Her eyes, so tender, her voice, so sweet. What was wrong with her?

Maybe Jesse fell in love with her. He couldn´t help but to leer at her body as she left the room. Her hips, swaying from side to side, her butt, so big, so juicy. Round, firm, big, so perfect.

Was it because she´s tall? She´s about seven-feet-tall, right? Taller than his sisters, and they were the tallest people he knew.

“Maybe she can… protect me from Mavis…” He thought, sometimes Mavis was a bit too annoying, it´ll be nice to have a big girlfriend that could stood for him.

“And she´s kind, I´m sure Corrie and her will get along.” He thought, probably the sweet nature of both will be that one thing they have in common that created a bond.

 He´s unsure what the problem was. All he can think of is that she´d make a perfect girlfriend. Or maybe he was too sick to think straight?

“Some soup on the way!” she said as she came back to his room, a while later.

“Great.” He thought. Abby can cook, the soup smells amazing. At least he won´t have to worry about food if she was his girlfriend.

“Now, sit right there and let me feed you the soup.” She said.

“Oh, I can grab the bowl, I´m feeling better.” He said.

“I´m afraid I can´t take that risk. Besides, it´s too hot. Just let me take care of it, ok? Just sit there and let Abby spoil you, ok?” she convinced him.

Abby took a sit next to him, he had to move a bit, well a lot, to the side to give her some room for her ample butt. When she took a sit, her heavy bosom bounced, going up and down so sensuously. She´s hot, she can cook, she´s caring, lovely, he can´t remember that one, maybe even tiny, red flag of hers.

“Let me blow into it, just to be sure it´s not too hot. We don´t want that tongue of yours getting burned, do we?” She said, blowing into the spoon.

He could see some of the heat coming out of the bowl, some even on the spoon as well. Maybe her red flag was that she cares too much?

Jesse´s feeling better, but he can´t remember why he was so scared of her. Is the issue that she cares too much?

Well…

“Ok, Jesse, I made this soup, with ALL of my heart, in the hopes that you´ll feel much better once we´re done. Now, open up.” He opened his mouth, obediently, so what if she´s feeding him? He´s sick, that´s the perfect excuse. “Open up, for mommy.” Oh, that´s what it was.

As he took the spoon in, as he sucked the soup from it, he can now remember what the issue was.

Her words were dropped in his mind like a bomb. “Mommy”, that´s the issue.

She cares, she “pampers”, she´ll do whatever to make him feel better. She even fed him the soup. Bathed him. Carried him to bed. The issue with Abby, maybe it´s that she cares too much, but her intention is to take a role a bit… stronger than just a girlfriend.

“How´s the soup? Hmm? You liked it, honey?” her words, her maternal instincts are just… too big.

Maybe as big as she is. And there´s no problem, when you can keep them at bay, and maybe dose them through the day. Slightly, sometimes in an imperceptible way, but Abby may not know that.

“Is mommy´s soup good?” She´s enjoying this, isn´t she? Taking care of him, feeling that he´s so dependent on her.

Well, it was good as it lasted.

Jesse didn´t stop her, he only ignored her words. He even refused to count how many times she used that word. But they were a lot.

The soup was tasty, he can´t lie, but it doesn´t taste as good after he realized what was going on.

After the meal, after he came back to his senses, he wondered if he had been put in some sort of spell. Some trance, maybe even hypnosis?

For a moment, he even believed this was right. After all, he was sick, what´s wrong with letting someone else look after you? Well, the problem starts when this goes the extra mile…

“Uhm… Abby?” he said.

“Yes, sugar?” he´s even feeling uncomfortable with the names she chooses.

Dinner was over, and now, instead of being alone in his room, Abby was there. But not just there. It would be weird if she sat on some chair, and looked at him, waiting for whatever request he could have. Therefore, she was in his bed.

Lying next to him, with her arms around him, spooning him. He could feel her body all around his.

“I… thank you for coming.” He had to be honest, he is feeling better, and he´s truly thankful to her. “Thank you for making some time for me.”

“Aww, anything for you, dear. I told you, whenever you need me…” she said, so sweet, tightening her hug a bit.

“I appreciate that. I really do. Uhm, can I… say something else?” he asked.

“Of course! You want some dessert? Is that it? Hmm? Are you still hungry, honey?” she asked.

“Oh no, that´s not it. I… I just wanted to say that, you´re amazing. I… I truly believe you´re a gentle soul. So full of kindness. For a moment, I even thought this could work. And don’t get me wrong, you´re amazing but… is there… a way for, uhm… you know… do you have to go full mommy-mode all the time?” he had to be sincere.

Abby was perfect, but no one´s perfect, in the end, there´s always something…

“Aww, of course I do! I can´t help it.” At least she was honest.

“I see…” he said, slightly disappointed, but he could see that coming. “And… just… just how bad is it?” he asked.

“How bad´s what, dear?” Abby asked.

“You know… your… mommy side. How strong?” he asked.

Abby smiled; she giggled a bit. Then, she came closer. Her breasts being pressed against his back. So enormous. She approached to him, her lips so close, then, straight to his ear, she whispered: “If I could, I´d make milk for you.”

“M-milk?” he asked, shivers going down his spine.

“Mhmm, and I´d love nothing more than you having until the last drop of my milk. To feed you, straight from my tits, because there´s where the heart is, right? Inside my chest, and my milk will be the nectar of my love.” That was very specific.

“Oh, I… I see, hehe, no… forget I asked.” He said, now feeling uncomfortable.

“Aww, I was hoping you´d agree this time. Oh well, at least I tried.” She said.

This was just a reminder that Abby, even if she seemed too good to be true, was a bit… she had different goals than he does.

“Ok, I´ll turn the lights off, you need some rest.” She said, turning off the light on his night´s table.

“Ok… uhm… are you going to stay here all night?” he asked, since she was still hugging him from behind.

“Mhmm, mommy´s staying here.” Abby said.

“Could you stop saying “mommy”?” he complaint.

“Shh, enough talking, more sleeping.” That´s all she said. Which also means no.

At least she´d be gone before he wakes up, right?

Days went on. Jesse was feeling better. Much better. He was cured, but… he was still single.

There´s really nothing wrong with that, but, whenever he looks at a couple, he can´t help but to feel like… he´s missing something. Love.

The kind of love only that special someone can give. The type of love only a girlfriend can give. A love that´s spontaneous, a love that´s sweet, tender. A love that can grow on you. A love he´s been missing out.

However, he can´t say he´s not tried. At least he´s not such a stranger to dating as he once was.

Now, as he enters the store, he feels a bit more secure. Who knows, he could even ask someone out, if there´s a chance, of course.

He was as confident as he could feel. He was young, and, according to some, handsome. Well, Addy said cute, but he´ll take it as handsome. Still, he wasn´t a six-foot plus man.

Does the world hate him? Because his sisters are almost seven-feet-tall. He could´ve, at least, be one of those 6´3” guys women go crazy about.

He´s been through this in his mind, several times now, if he was 6´3”, he didn´t even cared if muscular, if only he was tall, things would be easy for him. But he wasn´t, tall, not even average.

Why was he 5´5”? Nature´s selection? Did Corrie and Mavis took too much and left nothing for him?

But he doesn´t envy them, he´s not jealous, or blaming them about that. They are kind, most of the time. And they were nice enough to set him up with a few women to date. It didn´t work, not once, but at least they tried.

And now, with that extra boost of confidence, he wonders, what if he tries to find a date himself? Ask a woman out and, who knows, maybe things could work good enough to get him to a second date.

And so, there he was, wandering down the aisles, with only one thing to buy. Ketchup. It was silly, but it was burger´s night today. No one cooked, they just ordered up some burgers from their favorite restaurant. Ok, fast-food restaurant, but it still counts.

Jesse was unlucky enough to be the one they asked for the ketchup. He was on his way back to work when Mavis called. And he´s about 90-percent sure Corrie asked her to go get the ketchup, but he´s not going to argue about that. The store was on the way anyways…

It´s not like he´s walking down the aisles as if he owned the store. It´s not as if he thought of himself as some stud. But he´s positive, he has a good feeling. Good vibes.

It´s not like he´s walking around the store like a womanizer, like a player, not even like a guy who thinks of himself as handsome. He´s… actually lost.

“Where´s the ketchup? Shouldn´t it be like… somewhere closer to the register?” Stores aren´t meant to have everything close to the register, in fact, they are meant so that whatever you need the most, is hidden.

To distract you and show off what you don´t actually need, but might buy. And it does work.

Now, after being distracted by fancy stuff he doesn´t need, and sweets he didn´t come here for, he´s finally on the aisle he wanted. The one where you can firm mustard, mayonnaise, dressings, and, of course, ketchup!

He walked, checking out the shelves. He walked past the mayonnaise, past the mustard, and at the end, he found it. Ketchup! Although, he also encountered a small issue…

“Why is it on the top shelf?” He didn´t come to the store in the looks of any ketchup, they always bought the same brand, since it had a “special” taste, and a certain thickness they liked. Probably just excuses they made. It was just ketchup.

A little saltier, a little thicker, he doesn´t really care, it´s just a dressing!

However, it was THE dressing they wanted. Of a certain brand they liked. And so, it´s the one he must get.

Jesse was upset, why would they send him all the way here for some unreachable ketchup? Well, he must remember, Mae´s 6´6” and Corrie´s 6´8”, they probably raise their gazes just one bit and stretch their arms a little, and done, ketchup´s on their hands.

Well, it´s not that easy for him.

“Fuck…” he said, knowing for sure his arm couldn´t stretch another ten inches. He would´ve jumped, but he´s concerned he´ll hit up another shelf and bring everything down. Just like those videos where people drop all of the wine bottles and the floor´s tainted in burgundy colors.

“How come there´s no fucking ladder here? Even a booster step would do…” he thought out loud, his next step was to call someone. However, help came without him asking.

“Oh, don´t worry, I got you. Is this ketchup the one you want?” A voice came from behind.

Before he could even turn, he was covered by a large shadow. And then, a long arm emerged from behind, and a feminine hand grabbed the ketchup.

Her manicured fingers, the yellow color on them. She reached with ease.

“Here you go!” Said a friendly voice as the ketchup was now in front of him.

Jesse turned, she sounded young, maybe… this was faith?

“Thanks, I…” he said, and then, as he turned, he was dumbfounded, her face was so beautiful. Her eyes, of an amber color, and her red lips were thick, her lipstick was so shinny. “a… I ap… appreciate it.” She was tall, but not taller than Mavis. Was this his chance to make a move?