The New Roommate #1 - A Big Mistake

  Trigger Warnings:Graphic SexDubious ConsentBad Language

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  Look. I’m big enough and ugly enough to admit when I’ve made a mistake. I’ve made plenty of ‘em. Hell, what is my life if not a never-ending string of mistakes?

  I am the motherfucking QUEEN of mistakes. The GODDESS!

  I eat mistakes for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with a side of mistakes for dipping!

  So believe me, if I tell you I’ve made a big mistake, you’d better believe it was a fucking big mistake. A change-your-life-and-not-necessarily-for-the-better kind of mistake. BIG.

  I. AM. FUCKED.

  *****

  It took me two whole months to find a suitable ftmate after the st one moved out. Two months of interviewing all the creeps and freaks the area has to offer. Which was fun, obviously.

  Now I don’t like talking to people at the best of times so making nice with Mr Recently-Divorced-Sex-Pest, Mrs Have-You-Got-A-Minute-To-Talk-About-Jesus and the young Master Definitely-not-a-drug-dealer was just delightful. A real good time was had by all.

  Oh, and who can forget my personal favourite, the bloke who started touching himself through his joggers when me mentioned he had a daughter my age. Blech!

  I had one candidate left - A guy my aunt recommended, from her church who she swears is “such a sweet boy” but in reality is the kind of guy who tries to fuck trans girls by night, and by day goes around whinging about how filthy trannies are perverting the modern world. Real nice guy.

  Now obviously, if I wasn’t totally desperate I wouldn’t have even considered talking to the prick. There’s a reason he was dead-st on my interview list.

  Unfortunately since I’d already shat my savings down the drain covering two months of full rent, I didn’t have much of a choice. If I didn’t find a new ft-mate, I’d either starve or be homeless - neither of which seemed particurly appealing.

  Then she fell into my p, literally. I get a text ten minutes before that hogs anus was supposed to show, asking if the room was still avaible. I text the number back, and ten minutes ter she shows up at my door.

  She blundered in, this enormous amazon of a woman, handed me a box of expensive doughnuts, then immediately tripped on her own feet.

  She tumbles, sms into me, hard, and we both come crashing to the floor, my face firmly lodged between her tits.

  Realistically, you have two options in this scenario. Retreat, or lean into it.

  Probably - well, definitely - I ought to have pulled back and apologised.

  I probably - very definitely - shouldn’t have revved up the engines and motor-boated her. I mean it’s just not appropriate, but they were right there! You don’t just turn down a chance like that. Well I don’t.

  Fortunately, my vaguely-sexual bravado proved more amusing to my potential lodger than insulting. And more arousing, than amusing, at least if her erection was any indication.

  She cracked up, her ugh totally infectious as I buried my face deeper in her chest. She leaned into it, pulling my head toward her, squeezing me to her chest so tight I had to tap out before I lost consciousness.

  Needless to say that broke the ice. She moved in the following morning.

  *****

  Now, I know what you’re thinking. Your thinking:

  Anne, you didn’t even ask her any questions! You know nothing about her! Are you completely insane?

  And to that I say, fuck off!

  I could have asked her questions - for all you know I did a whole long-ass interview after our little ice-breaker, and just didn’t mention it.

  I mean I didn’t - I totally forgot. Actually we ate doughtnuts and pyed video games all evening. Who needs questions when your new lodger buys you pizza AND rum? Not me, that’s for damn sure.

  Who needs questions when you’ve got instincts like mine?

  *****

  Well, smart-arse, maybe you’re right. I should have asked some questions, ‘cause I’ll be honest, the girls hot as fuck but she’s a total weirdo.

  She’s been her two weeks. She works from home doing something with computers - I did ask, but she started talking about programming nguages and I totally bnked it.

  She barely leaves her room, like, at all. Usually she only comes out to grab her pizza delivery or an energy drink from the fridge. A few times a day at most. Which is fair enough I guess, she can do what she wants with her time, but compared to my st ftmate who insisted on being out of his room at all times and bothered the shit out of me, it’s a pretty big and slightly unsettling change.

  Don’t get me wrong, a couple of months ago I’d have killed for some personal space, but after two months on my own, a little human interaction would be pretty fucking nice. Oh well.

  Weirder still, she always - and I do mean always - wears exactly the same thing. A vender hoodie with a bck hood, and no trousers. Ever.

  Not once have I seen her wear anything more than her underwear and that hoodie. Which… I mean, is it the same hoodie? Does she take it off? Does she wash it? Does she have like, a million of them? Is her whole closet just identical hoodies she switches out when one gets too stanky? Who the fuck knows, and frankly I’m too scared to ask.

  Not that I’m compining about the trousers mind you. My new roommate is…uh…rather gifted in that area. She bent over to look in the fridge once, and I was so distracted by her arse and bulge I smmed straight into the living room wall and went arse over tit, straight to the floor. I’m lying there in a daze, that arse of hers still swimming in my mind, when she comes scuttling over, giving me a full view of the anaconda barely concealed behind those pink cotton panties. I just about managed to drag myself to my feet, insist I was fine and take myself off to my room for a guilty little wanking sesh.

  *****

  Now I mentioned a mistake, and you’d be forgiven for thinking I was talking about letting her move in right away, with no real idea who she is and what she’s about.

  Well chum, you would be wrong. Well, not wrong exactly - that probably was a mistake. But that’s not the mistake I was talking about. No, my mistake was waaaaay worse.

  I head off to work one morning. I’m really, really not looking forward to it - not that I ever do - but today is back-to-back customer service training and I’d rather put a gun to my head than deal with that shit.

  I spend the whole damn day disassociating, and manage to come out knowing less than I did going in. So… take that corporate overlords…I guess.

  Well, anyway I drag myself home desperate for literally anything vaguely resembling food. I head to the fridge and there’s a note written on the whiteboard.

  Free pizza for the hard worker! Enjoy!! Love Big Sis xxx”

  Now, maybe you’re one of these clever who can make sensible predictions about the future. Maybe you can see exactly where this is going. Perhaps you’re thinking, that sort of thing is totally weird, maybe even a serious red fg, and almost certainly shouldn’t be encouraged.

  Well then, you’re smarter than me. Congrats.

  I, however, in my sleep-deprived and worn down state just went with it. I mean it is definitely, totally weird for my new ftmate to call herself “Big Sis” completely unprovoked, but it’s probably totally harmless and definitely not something I need to worry about. She gets a weird nickname and I get free pizza? Fuck it, why not. Who cares. Right?

  Well turns out she cares. A lot. I eat my free pizza - and after my intensely shitty day you better believe it was the best pizza I’ve ever fucking eaten - and head off to my room, yelling “Thanks for the pizza, Big Sis! Love you!” at her bedroom door as I pass.

  Totally normal and above board, right?

  Wrong!

  I’ve tried calling her by name, she hates it. I’ve tried nicknames and pet names. No dice. So now, she’s Big Sis.

  And yes, technically I could refuse. I could just let her deal with it. I could call her by her real name, let her sulk for a bit and hope she moves on, and maybe that would be the more sensible move. BUT, and this is important, when I call her Big Sis, she goes out of her way to give me a real good view of her goods. Bending and stretching and on occasion just strutting about the pce, sans hoodie. Which… I mean it’s not much of a choice is it. Miserable, angry ft-mate vs sexy ft-mate who keeps giving me an eyeful.

  Did I mention she’s gorgeous? Like, properly fucking gorgeous? I’m only human for fuck sake! Cut me some sck.

  I wake up and the arse-end of morning, half dead, wishing the other half would hurry up and die with it. I force myself up and prep myself for a shit day at work, knowing full well it’s gonna be ten excruciating hours of customers, managers and fucking Debbie, the miserable old bag.

  But despite all this crap, I leave my room, and say “Mornin’ Big Sis” and next thing I know she’s hugging me, and that hog in her panties is pressed against my leg.

  This technique works EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.

  I call her Big Sis, and some part of that heavenly anatomy is pressed against mine. It is a foolproof system. And since I haven’t the faintest fucking clue how to get her to do that without calling her Big Sis, I’m gonna keep doing it.

  Maybe if I do it enough times, ALL her anatomy will be pressed against me while I’m screaming her name through the biggest orgasm of my life! Not bloody likely.

  Besides, as nice as it is to have physical contact with her, it’s also brought her out of her shell. She comes out of her room and chats with me, we py video games and watch movies together. And all I have to do is call her Big Sis - a name which, if I’m totally honest, stopped being weird really quickly and now seems really sweet.

  It’s a win-win for both of us!

  *****

  Now about three weeks after Big Sis moved in, I’m having the worst fucking day I’ve ever had.

  Wake up te. Bad.

  Bus is cancelled so I have to walk to work. Bad.

  Pisses it down with rain the whole time. Bad.

  Call some prick from corporate a “total cunting shit-bird”. Real bad.

  Have to beg to keep my shitty job. Bad.

  Work a 10 hour shift with fucking Debbie yapping in my ear. Fucking awful.

  Bus is cancelled AGAIN. Absolutely shits it down all the way home.

  I’m about to kill someone. Probably me.

  Then, to add insult to injury I’ve left my fucking keys at work.

  I hammer on the fucking door, praying Big Sis hears - if she’s got her headphones on I’m fucked.

  Mercifully, she answers - and looks horrified. I’m about to start yelling about my day, when she stops me, puts a comforting hand on my shoulder and hugs me.

  I barely have the energy to move. I want to cry, or punch something, or light someone on fire, possibly all three, maybe at the same time.

  “Lil Sis, jump in the shower, get some dry clothes and let Big Sis take care of you.”

  Her voice is so soft, so calming. The rage inside me cools a little, until all I want to do is colpse into her embrace and never come out again.

  But Big Sis is on the case. She guides me to the bathroom and turns on the shower, letting the water come up to temperature as she helps me shed my sodden clothes.

  Now, this pce used to be my grandma’s, so it’s got all the accessibility mods - including a shower with a seat. And my GOD I have never been more happy to see that seat in my life. I must have been sitting here for twenty minutes letting the hot water seep into my bones before I even bother to pick up a fnnel to wash myself.

  Big Sis comes to check on me a couple of times, bringing dry clothes and fresh towels.

  Fuck she’s amazing.

  I’m still knackered. I stumble out of the shower and Big Sis catches me in a softest, fluffiest towel ever. God knows where she got it, all mine are old and ragged as hell.

  Big Sis carefully dries my skin, she’s so delicate, so gentle. She’s a literal giant. To look at her you’d think she’d have all the grace of a bull with a spear in its face. But no, somehow her touch is soft, careful and totally fucking wonderful.

  She pces a towel over the shower seat and guides me back onto it. I sit, if for no other reason than I ck the energy to do anything else. She pulls a rge bottle from under the sink and squirts some vender-scented liquid into her hand. She carefully massages the soothing liquid into my skin, kneading away at the knots in my calves, the stress just oozing out of me.

  I moan a little as she sets about my left foot, working her strong hands over every little spot, before moving on to the right. She takes her time, she’s careful, methodical.

  This is incredible. My legs now finished, she moves on to my shoulders, my back, my arms. This…this…I can’t…

  She applies a little more of the lotion as she works a particur nasty knot in the shoulder. I wince as her thumb digs in.

  “Oh, poor Lil Sis, I didn’t mean to hurt you. Are you alright?”

  I nod, that may have hurt but the rest of me is so rexed I can hardly find the brainpower to form words.

  “Good girl. You’re being so good for me… Don’t worry, we’re almost done.”

  Big Sis dries and brushes my hair, she helps me dress in a clean set of pyjamas.

  She’s so gentle, so caring. If I wasn’t so damn tired my heart would be doing flips. The closest my foggy, overworked brain can manage is a sort of appreciative, fawning haze.

  Big Sis is so cool.

  *****

  Big Sis is cool, but despite the incredible experience I’ve just had at her hands, I’m still not prepared for just how cool she is.

  Bnkets, pillows, hot chocote with cream and marshmallows, my favourite movie already in the DVD pyer.

  This is…shit…probably one of the nicest things anyone’s ever done for me?!

  I can’t help but blush, and I really, REALLY hope Big Sis doesn’t notice.

  If she notices, she says nothing, just guides me to the sofa and helps me get comfy.

  We talk about my day and how shit it was. About how I was right, and the corporate guy is categorically a total cunting shit-bird. About how Poseidon is a dick for daring to make it rain on me, followed by a brief argument about exactly which god controls the rain.

  At some point I fall asleep. My hot chocote is finished, and my head is resting in Big Sis’ p. She strokes my back, her fingernails raking ever so softly over my skin. I’ve never felt so rexed.

  I wake some time ter feeling rested - an experience I’ve never once had in my entire adult life experienced.

  All that care and attention must have worn Big Sis out. Her snores are quite cute really, soft little snorts followed by the occasionally mumble that could almost be words.

  Oh, I’m wrong, those ARE words.

  “Lil sis…Anne…lil…” the snoring continues but something feels different. Weird. Something is pressing against my cheek, poking me… something…

  Oh. OH!

  “So…cute…Sis…”

  I feel her cock twitch against my cheek. Fuck!!

  I roll over slowly, hardly daring to move - trying desperately not to wake her.

  There it is. Waiting for me in its pink cotton prison.

  Jesus that thing is HUGE.

  Big Sis’ panties could barely keep her soft cock contained, but now, well, now they have no chance.

  It’d be cruel to just leave it there…poor little thing. Well, poor enormous thing I suppose. It doesn’t look at all comfortable. It should be free, not crushed in a fabric vice!

  She’s already leaking pre-cum everywhere, little droplets slowly oozing from her cock and spreading into the fabric of her underwear, the wet patch growing by the second.

  “Lil Sis…” she moans again. “I need…”

  Her hips start to rock, gently at first, her bulge mere millimetres from my lips, and growing ever closer with each thrust.

  Her scent is intoxicating, spellbinding. I try to resist, really I swear I try to resist, but I just can’t… I need a taste… I need to taste Big Sis’ sweet cock.

  I slowly free her cock from her panties, marvelling at its every juicy inch.

  Am I really gonna do this? Do I dare cross that line?

  Big Sis smells so fucking good, the mix of pre-cum and sweat drives me absolutely wild. I can’t… I can’t resist… I need to taste her…

  “Lil…Sis…fuck…” moans Big Sis, her hips still rocking, bucking toward me.

  I stick out my tongue letting it brush against her cock as she sleep-thrusts.

  Fuuuuck! She tastes even better than she smells!

  I’m gonna die if I don’t taste her properly.

  Fuck it!

  I open my mouth, letting her slide inside as her hips rock, her cock sliding back into my throat, my tongue brushing delicately against it.

  Big Sis moans, then whimpers as I softly move my head to match her movements.

  This feels incredible. Big Sis… her cock is so fucking big… I can’t help but imagine it inside me. The thought of Big Sis, her fingers teasing my hole, massaging, gently stretching, preparing me to receive her. Big Sis slowly, gently easing her cock inside, whispering in my ear as she goes.

  Good girl! Such a good girl! You’re doing sooo well. Can you take a little more? Can Lil Sis take Big Sis’ whole cock? You’re such a good girl!

  Fuck, that’s more than my imagination can take, and it seems my body agrees as I find I’ve been stroking myself this whole time, my hands sticky with pre-cum.

  “Mmm… Lil Sis…feels so… so goooooood”

  I know, Big Sis, this feels so fucking good!

  Her hips are moving faster, her thrusts harder. Big Sis reaches out and grabs a fistful of my hair, holding me in pce as she sms her cock into the back of my throat. My eyes water. This is fucking incredible.

  Is she asleep? She’s still snoring…or at least pretending to…can you fuck like this in your sleep?!

  “Lil Sis… you’re… such… such a good…nnngngggg”

  Cum for me, Big Sis! Cum right in Lil Sis’ desperate mouth!

  Big Sis comes to a whining, shuddering climax. Her whole body shakes, her cum bursting straight down my throat. I swallow it all, savouring each sweet drop like the good girl I am. But Big Sis isn’t done.

  Her grip on my hair tightens. My cock twitches as sweet pain jolts through my body, my skin electrified. She pulls me in, my nose buried in her crotch, her cock rammed so far down my throat it may as well be in my lungs. She cums again, pulling back just in time to pster my face.

  Her grip on my hair rexes, but her cock remains rock hard.

  Her scent is overwhelming. The combination of a warm evening, cosy bnkets and a vigorous orgasm have made her sweat…and her scent is divine. I nuzzle around as best I can, desperate to fill my nose with her glorious girl-stink. I bury my nose in her thick bush, licking and pping at her, driven feral by her scent.

  I can’t hold it. I’m gonna… I’m gonna…

  I can feel the moan building, threatening to burst from me as I climax. I can’t have that… if Big Sis wakes up… well I don’t know what will happen, but it probably won’t be good. I need something… anything to muffle the sound…

  I don’t know why I’ve done it. It’s madness. Total crackpot insanity. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

  I cum, hard. Real hard. And just before the sound breaks free I cmp my teeth down on her inner thigh, my bite growing stronger with every pulse that rocks my body.

  Big Sis lets out a primal moan, high pitched and ragged and raw. Cer cock twitches, pulses and releases thick, delicious globs all over me.

  My body stops pulsing just long enough for me to realise Big Sis has stopped snoring.

  OH FUCK!

  I pull her panties back into pce trying to bance speed and dexterity, and failing at both.

  FUCK FUCK FUCK.

  I’m literally covered in her cum, my pyjamas are soaked.

  FUUUUUUUCK!!

  I frantically wipe away whatever I can on the bnket and pray she won’t notice. I roll onto my back, I daren’t roll further - she might wake up.

  I snore, or pretend to anyway.

  *****

  Big Sis yawns, reaching her arms above her head. “Mmmm biiiig stretch.”

  I follow suit, a big yawn, and a nice arch-backed stretch. “Mmmm…morning, Big Sis!”

  If I pretend nothings happened, she’ll never know, right? RIGHT!?

  She yawns again then strokes my hair. “Hey sleepyhead…Big Sis had the best dream… you were in it.”

  She winked at me. I’m sure she winked at me.

  The movies long over, it’s dark outside. Fuck knows what time it is.

  “Come on” she yawns, helping me upright. “We better get some sleep…”

  Does she know?

  We both stretch and moan as we drag ourselves from the sofa, joints popping and cracking, before hobbling off in the direction of our bedrooms. Ughhh fuck being thirty…

  She opens her bedroom door and steps inside, I somehow manage not to follow her in. God I want to… sleeping next to Big Sis… waking up next to her…

  But no, I’ll go sleep in my own bed. Alone.

  “Aww, not comin with me?” she pouts, her voice pleading “spoilsport.”

  I stop dead, stammering. “I mean… what… but… I…”

  She giggles. “Rex, Lil Sis, I’m joking!”

  She punches me softly in the arm. “Get some sleep, cutie…”

  She turns and closes the door.

  Cutie?!

  Her door opens a crack and Big Sis pokes her head out into the hallway.

  “Oh, and if you need anything in the night, you come get Big Sis, okay?”

  She blows me a kiss then slinks back into her room, leaving me stunned.

  I stagger back to my room, throw my cum-stained pyjamas to the floor and crawl into bed. I lie there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing.

  If you need anything in the night, you come get Big Sis, okay?

  Anything.

  Annnnnyyyyythiiiiiiing.

  Thus begins my obsession…