Roommate #2 - The Kiss

  The st two weeks have been… well, I guess they’ve been difficult. And yes, technically I suppose that’s mostly, if not entirely my own fault.

  Two whole weeks fighting a stupid battle in my own head, two sides of my consciousness battling away for supremacy. One side says I’m an idiot. A fool whose mistakes have, and continue to cost her dearly. The other side says I’m a total fucking cretin with no more right to live than a worm. A moron whose mistakes have destroyed everything, and if there was any justice in the world I’d be immediately remove from it and left to rot in some miserable little corner of the cosmos where my actions can affect nobody and nothing. Which is fun. Obviously.

  Annoyingly, both sides raise good points. I have made a handful of mistakes that have more-or-less totally overturned my life, and probably made it infinitely harder than it needs to be. But who hasn’t, really. And in my defence, how the bloody hell was I supposed to know what was going to happen!

  *****

  You already know my first mistake. I let my new ftmate give herself a nickname. Big Sis. At the time I thought this was a disaster. I miss those days.

  My second mistake was much rger. Despite my best efforts, I accidentally fell head-over-heels for my new Big Sis. In my defence, she’s an insanely gorgeous trans amazon with a really big dick, it would have been damn near impossible for me not to fall for her. But that doesn’t change the fact that it was a mistake. Falling for your brand new ftmate has gotta be up there on the list of Top 10 Things You Really Shouldn’t Do If You Want An Easy Life, along with drunk driving and not sticking your dick in a vacuum cleaner.

  But none of that compares to my third mistake. A fuck-up that will no doubt go down in history as one of the top fuck-ups of my miserable existence - and believe me, it’s got some stern competition. Remind me to tell you the story about my dick and the vacuum cleaner some time…

  My third mistake was sucking Big Sis off in her sleep. Told you it was bad.

  I mean ethical issues aside, all I achieved was turning my crush into a full on obsession, and while I’m definitely the kind of person who over-emphasises more or less anything, I really do mean it when I say obsession.

  Stupid gorgeous giant. She pgues my thoughts, haunting my every waking (and sleeping) moment. The thought of her holding me, caressing my with those big strong arms. The feel of her lips pressed to my flesh, biting and teasing, licking and sucking. It’s torture. Hell, only today I’ve been yelled at by three irate customers and an even more irate manager. Apparently daydreaming about Big Sis’ bulge pressed against my face doesn’t count as work, and I should be “paying more attention to the checkout.”

  Fortunately, before customer number four could try and verbally rip me a new arsehole, my manager sent me out back to sort my head out. Which I took to mean have a cheeky little wank in the staff toilets until my brain stops craving girl-smells.

  It worked, mostly. I managed to finish my shift without getting fired, at least. By the time I got home, however, I was so fucking pent up I spent the next two hours fucking myself senseless with my new dildo. And yes, before you ask, I bought it because it was roughly the same size as Big Sis’ dick. Are you happy? I spent two fucking hours smming that thing inside me pray to any and all gods that Big Sis would burst into my room and take over.

  God I’m pathetic.

  I lie awake at night staring at the ceiling, thoughts of Big Sis filling my head, wondering if she ever thinks about me.

  Well you know what, if she doesn’t already, I’m gonna make her.

  I’m a fucking genius.

  *****

  Alright, genius might have been getting ahead of myself. I had intended to grab my phone and start crafting my master pn, a pn that would make Big Sis fall in love with me! Unfortunately, the idea of Big Sis falling for me got me so worked up, I wound up masturbating over the thought until I passed out. Some genius.

  Fortunately, I have now come up with a pn. Well, the first step of a pn at any rate.

  Big Sis has barely left her room all day. I have I have literally no idea what she’s doing in there - I did ask, during one of our infrequent encounters, but after she started going on about binary something-somethings my brain just sort of shut down. I just don’t understand tech.

  She usually comes out to grab snacks and drinks, but it’s getting te and apart from when I checked on her this afternoon to make sure she hadn’t actually died, I’ve not seen or heard from her all day.

  Well, I can’t have that, can I? I’ve got to look after my Big Sis, don’t I? Obviously!

  *****

  Now, in the movies, if you want to woo the pretty girl with food, you give her something fancy and expensive as hell. Oysters and caviar and champagne and all that crap.

  Unfortunately, I’m dirt poor, hate fish and can’t cook for shit, so my options are pretty limited.

  Fortunately, there is one dish I can make without resorting to a microwave. A dish I have experimented with and perfected over my years alone. A dish I once at for every meal for a whole month straight because I just couldn’t be fucked to learn a new recipe, only to burn it or make myself sick.

  Presenting: Anne’s Super Deluxe Burgers with Super Special Fries.

  Pork and beef mince, all mixed up with chorizo and bacon chunks, with just a shit load of different spices bunged in there for good measure.

  The best thing about these burgers, besides their excellent taste, is that when you cook them, your whole house is gonna smell like them for days. Although I’m told that’s not a great selling point for most people, but what do they know.

  Fortunately, Big Sis appears to be one of those refined individuals who can appreciate the fine scent of spicy meat sbs.

  I hear her bedroom door creak open just as I take the pan off the hob and damn near drop the whole thing when I see her.

  Fuck me sideways with an infinite number of brooms.

  Big Sis, all six plus feet of her, stumbles out of her room in nothing but her panties. Her messy brown hair tumbles over her shoulders, just about censoring her amazing tits.

  “Buuuuurrrrrrgeeeeeerrrrrrrssssss”

  Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck.

  Big Sis makes her way down the hall to our little kitchenette, half zombified. She perks up a little when I hand her a pte of steaming hot burgs.

  “For… me?” she asks, her excitement barely concealed.

  “Can’t have my Big Sis starving to death, can I?”

  Big Sis pauses, stares at me.

  She puts the pte back down on the worktop, and for a second I worry I’ve upset her somehow.

  Then, totally unexpectedly, she swoops me in a hug so tight my ribs might shatter at any moment. But who cares about my lousy ribs! Fuck my useless pointless ribs. They are totally unimportant when compared to the fact that Big Sis’ cock and tits are currently pressing against my body.

  This is a dream come true, literally. I’ve dreamed of this hug a million times. I never want it to end. But it’s also a fucking nightmare. A gorgeous girl has her cock rubbing against my thigh. I’m only human for god sake, of course that’s gonna turn me on, and while I’m not the most well endowed girl in the world, she’s got to feel my cock pressing against her at least a little bit.

  My cheeks burn like a furnace as she drops me back down, and resumes her study of my cooking.

  She picks one up, sniffs it, then having approved it for consumption, takes a massive bite.

  “FUCK SHIT MOTHERFUCKING CUNT FUCK OWWWWWW!”

  I can’t help but ugh as Big Sis runs to the sink, bsting her poor burned tongue under the cold tap.

  “Aww, Big Sis, were they too spicy for you?” I say, grinning as I take big bite of my own burger.

  “AH FUCK!” Bastard things weren’t too spicy they were just way too fucking hot.

  I run to the sink, and try desperately to get my tongue to the safe haven of the cold water stream.

  For a moment, all I feel is the wonderful sensation of cool water soothing my poor burnt tongue. Then, something else. Something else entirely.

  I must be dreaming. There’s no way this is happening. Big Sis… her tongue… its…

  Big Sis closes the gap between us. I can taste my cooking on her tongue, the spices tingling my lips, her kiss tingling the rest of my body.

  Big Sis wraps her arm around my waist, pulling to her. She leans into the kiss, pushing me up against the kitchen counter. This is incredible. Big Sis reaches down, grabs hold of my butt and lifts my up onto the counter, never breaking the kiss for a second. Her tongue probes my mouth, my senses afme.

  Then, just as soon as it began, the kiss is over. Big Sis pulls away and punches me softly in the arm.

  “Dumbass. These are fucking good though, thank you so much!”

  And without another word, she picks up her pte and returns to her room.

  *****

  I’m losing my fucking mind.

  No, scratch that, I lost my mind a week ago, now I’m sat here dealing with the consequences.

  It should be clear to any rational person that I’ve gone insane. Totally lost the plot. It’s the only expnation I can think of.

  A week ago, Big Sis kissed me. At least that’s the story my doolly brain has cooked up for itself. Because clearly, that didn’t actually happen. It can’t have.

  I mean look at the evidence.

  1. I remember it happening

  2. NOTHING

  See the problem? The only supporting evidence for my theory that Big Sis kissed me is that I distinctly remember it happening. Every single detail is permanently burned into my brain. The softness of her lips, the strength of her grip, the delight as she squeezed my butt while lifting me to the counter.

  You’d think the crity of my memory would reassure me, but you would be wrong. Actually, if you knew me better you’d know that my memory for detail is… well let’s be charitable and call it spotty. I don’t do detail. Oh I can give you a vague description of something - I can tell you I saw a cool dog on the way home, but you ask me to describe it and the best I can do is tell you it was friend shaped.

  But my imagination is shit-hot. I’ve had dreams that have made me almost believe in god they’ve been so beautiful, their detail so stunning. I’ve woken up crying a the overwhelming beauty of an infinite cosmos I’ve never seen. Even now, I can picture the infinite colours of the universe, a glorious work of art no great master could ever hope to mimic.

  The point is, my brain is an absolute powerhouse when it comes to making shit up.

  Which all rather suggests that in the deepest depths of my obsession, some part of me snapped. I lost my grip on reality and slipped ever so briefly into a wonderful fantasy. A beautiful dream where Big Sis loved me as I love her.

  You may think I’m jumping to conclusions, and I can’t fault you for that. Admittedly, if my first step after returning to my room that day was to through my hands up and decre myself utterly insane, then yeah, I’d be right there with you. But that’s not what happened.

  No. I went back to my room. I wrote about the experience in my diary. I fingered myself senseless, imagining the whole time that Big Sis was kissing me, her long fingers teasing and probing my hole.

  I went to bed thinking my luck had changed. That tomorrow morning, I’d haul myself out of bed, and fall straight into her arms. That we’d have breakfast together, and make out on the sofa. Maybe we’d fuck!

  I was excited!

  You know what actually happened? Fucking nothing!

  For a whole fucking week, absolutely bugger all!

  She’s not said a word about it, not even hinted at it. There’s been no sweeping me off my feet. No rib-snapping hugs, not even a lousy peck on the cheek.

  And yes, I could have brought it up. I spent two days thinking I should bring it up. But I didn’t, and at that point… I mean you can’t just waltz up to someone three days after the fact and say “So uh, did I dream it, or did you kiss me three days ago?”

  Aside from the fact that it’s an insane thing to ask, because who would forget a thing like that, can you imagine if she said no?

  There’s no coming back from that. OK, there’s a small chance she’s think it was cute, but there’s a much bigger chance she’d think it was fucking weird, and I don’t think I could take that. Actually, I know I couldn’t. It’s not worth the risk.

  But, insane or otherwise, I’m still dippy about her, and since I don’t know a damn thing about romancing hot giantesses, I’ve been making her burgers for dinner every night this week.

  And what have I got in return. “You’re the best, Kiddo!” or some variation of the kind.

  Actually that’s not entirely true. I have been given one other little gift. I tiny speck of light, the only thing that makes me think I might be sane after all, that there’s an almost insignificant, but still real chance that Big Sis might like me after all.

  She’s ditched the hoodie.

  Ever since she moved in, she’s worn the same over-sized lic hoodie. Until the day of the kiss, I’d never once seen her without it. Since that day, I’ve never once seen her in it. She walks about the pce in nothing but her panties and it drives me to distraction.

  See the thing is, I’m not subtle, emotionally speaking. I don’t just wear my heart on my sleeve, it’s my whole frigging outfit. I’ve had so many friends and more than a few exes figure out I have the hots for someone before I realise it myself. Something about the way I stand. Apparently I have a tendency to do a little…not a dance…but a distinctly unnatural (and depending who you ask, rather off-putting) set of movements that give me away really quick. Point is, if I have a thing for you, you probably know it before I do.

  Big Sis must know. She has to. Unless she’s even more oblivious than I am.

  So. If Big Sis knows how I feel about her, or at least just suspects I find her mega-hot, then strutting around the pce in her skivvies is either a treat or some sort of cruel punishment.

  Either, I’m supposed to take the hint, bite the bullet and tell her I want her to fuck me until I see god, OR I’ve totally misjudged her and she’s doing this specifically to hurt me. Showing herself of and taunting me.

  Or she’s completely unaware of all of this, and she’s just comfortable. I really need to stop pying arm-chair psychologist.

  God, I really am losing it, aren’t I?

  *****

  Well, insane or not, I’ve still got a life to live, and as much as I hate doing it, today is undry day. Woo.

  I dump my undry basket by the washing machine and then, for reasons I cannot even begin to understand, I choose to draw out my suffering and make my most hated task even longer by offering my washing services to Big Sis.

  I knock on her door. “Hey, Big Sis, I’m doing undry! Want me to do yours too?”

  I must really like her. I’ve never offered to do anyone’s undry in my life. I barely do my own.

  Big Sis opens the door. She looks stunning, in a drowned-rat-dragged-through-a-hedge kind of a way. She’s wearing a baggy t-shirt and panties she’s clearly not taken off for a couple of days.

  She reaches out and pulls me into the rib-shattering hug I’ve been so desperate for this st week. The musky scent of her sweat floods my senses, my brain sparking and churning as it tries in vain not to shut down and reboot. I cross my legs a little, trying to hide my rapidly hardening cock, desperately hoping she won’t feel it pressed against her.

  She pulls away and hands me her basket, the same musky scent wafting up and threatening to overload me.

  “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Lil Sis!” she kisses me on the forehead. My head is spinning.

  “Yeah…ok…” is the best I can muster as a response, words have lost all meaning in the horny haze that is my mind.

  I turn away, but big Sis calls me back. “Hang on, one more thing.”

  I turn back just in time to see her drop her panties to the floor and kick them in my direction. They hit me square in the face. This scent is different… deeper, richer… and probably best not fully analysed, but suffice to say it’s all I can do to keep myself foaming at the mouth.

  I manage to shake them free and they nd softly on the pile of other undry.

  Big Sis yawns, and stretches, arms extended above her head.

  Now, I don’t know your preferences, but let me tell you right now that one of the single sexiest things on the pnet is a trans girl stretching so her dick is just peeking out under her shirt. Maybe that’s not your thing, but for me, a girl does that in front of me and I want to get down on my knees and worship her.

  I panic. Which given the circumstances I’d say is a perfectly reasonable reaction.

  I turn so fast I nearly fracture my ankle. “O-OK…bye Big Sis!”

  I should go do the undry. I should. I know I should.

  I definitely shouldn't do what I'm thinking. That would be bad. Real bad.

  I definitely shouldn't. I should just go do the undry like a normal person and stop being a perv...

  I did not go do the undry.

  Next thing I know, I’m lying naked on my bedroom floor, buried in Big Sis’ dirty clothes, huffing her scent from panites, t-shirts, anything I can get my hands on. I need this, more than oxygen, more than food and water, more than anything. I need her scent. I need to smell her on my skin. To flood my senses, overwhelm my brain until the only thing I can think of is Big Sis.

  I’m drowning in her musky girl-stink, and I love it.

  I shouldn’t do what I’m about to do… I know I shouldn’t… but I can’t help myself.

  I find the panties Big Sis flung at me, take a big, deep whiff…I bet she wore these for days on end… god I hope she did. I stuff them in my mouth.

  God, she tastes even better than she smells…

  My tongue delights at the complex and peculiar fvour, my cock responding to the stimution, twitching and pulsing away of its own accord. I fumble around in the pile searching for another pair. Another big sniff, savouring her girl-smell as it dances through my system, clouding my brain.

  Big Sis… Big Sis… Oh fuck!!

  I reach down between my legs, wrap Big Sis’ panties around my throbbing cock, and stroke, stroke like I’ve never stroked before.

  The feeling is intense. Sure, it’s different, I’ve never masturbated with clothes before but… they’re not just clothes… they’re Big Sis’ clothes… These panties… they’ve touched her. They’re infused with her essence. It’s like I’m fucking her…sort of… like I’m… like I’m fucking Big Sis…

  But I still have one hand free. I fumble around again and find a bck sock.

  Strange, I’ve never seen Big Sis wear socks before. Not once. And its stained… white…

  Oh FUCK! This is…

  A shiver of pleasure rocks my entire body as I realise what I’m holding.

  This is Big Sis’ cum rag!

  For a brief moment I regret stuffing my mouth with her panties, wishing my tongue was free to p up any lingering remains of her delicious spunk. But I’m so close… so fucking close…

  I breathe deep, letting the smell of the cum sock flood my nostrils. I’d dizzy off her scent. My mind is melting. My body screaming at me. I’m not gonna st much longer…

  I'm gonna cum... I'm gonna cum all over Big Sis' clothes...

  Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

  If I didn't have her panties as a gag I'd be screaming her name as I cum. I'm so close...

  My eyes roll back in my head...

  Feels so good... I'm so close... I'm gonna...

  Then I hear giggling from my bedroom door. I freeze, my every muscle tense enough they may snap from the strain at any moment.

  Please no.

  I open my eyes slowly. I know who it is, who else it could be. Some home invader whose taken a break from burgling me to have a a bit of a ugh at my expense. Actually, I really hope it’s that…that would be way less awkward.

  There she is, Big Sis. Buck-ass naked, save for the massive grin pstered all over her beautiful face.

  “Oh Lil Sis this…this is sooo pathetic!”

  I’m gonna die… or be sick… or both…

  “Just look at you, such a needy, desperate little thing.”

  She walks over slowly. I can’t move. My body just doesn’t seem to work anymore.

  “Whats the matter Lil Sis? Did my girl-stink overpower you’re soft little brain? Huh? Just couldn’t bring yourself to wash it away, could you?”

  She kneels down next to me, her grin somehow wider than before.

  “Uh…buh….guh….huh?” Now my brain won’t work either. I feel so betrayed. My own body, my own brain, working against me. Bastards.

  “Poor Lil Sis. Soooo cute.”

  She leans in and kisses me, so softly and far too briefly. My heart swells, and my cock follows suit.

  “How about a taste of the real thing, sweetie!”

  I barely have time to process her words as Big Sis grabs me by the hair and shoves my nose directly into her armpit.

  Shivers wrack my body as her powerful scent breaks down any lingering resistance that might have existed in my mind.

  I am hers now. I belong to Big Sis. I live only to serve Big Sis. I am hers, and hers alone.

  Now I really regret gagging myself. To my utmost relief, my body finally starts obeying me again. I reach out, pull her panties from my mouth and p hungrily at little thatch of hair in her pit.

  “Lil Sis, you’re such a fucking perv!” she says, giggling. “You know, if you wanted my panties you could have just asked.”

  I could?! Oh for fuck sa…

  Without warning, she reaches down and grabs my cock, still wrapped in her panties.

  Her touch is electric, I can't take it...

  Fuck... Big Sis... she's...

  "Cum for me you pervert! Cum for you big sister!"

  Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck I can't take this I'm gonna...

  My whole body shakes as I cum harder than I've ever cum before all over her hand and her panties.

  I feel incredible… I can’t… I mean… I don’t… What the fuck just happened?!

  Big Sis releases me from her armpit, peels her now sticky panties from my still-throbbing cock and holds them to my face.

  “Good girl. Now clean it all up!”

  I do as instructed, pping up my own cum, a gift from my Goddess, Big Sis.

  My task completed, I suddenly find myself completely drained. My body goes limp. Big Sis catches me as my useless body flops to the floor. She lowers me gently, resting my head in her p.

  My whole body is numb, all I can feel is the rapid beating of my heart as Big Sis stares lovingly down at me.

  "Now Lil Sis, you can keep these panties since you seem to like 'em so much..."

  That’s so nice of her. Big Sis is so nice. So cool…

  “Thank…”

  Big Sis holds a finger to my lips, silencing me.

  “But I have one condition...”

  There’s that grin again. That mischievous, devilish grin…

  "I know you think about me, Lil Sis. I know you think about my tits and my arse and my cock… I know what you did when you thought I was asleep, you naughty girl.”

  She leans in and kisses me. I could die, although from happiness or embarrassment I honestly can’t tell.

  “That’s OK. Big Sis loves that you think about her. But she wants to know about it, OK sweetie?”

  Big Sis strokes my cheek with her thumb. I’d do anything for her right now. Anything. Anything at all.

  “So whenever you have pervy thoughts about me, I want you to write about them online. And if you touch yourself, I want you to post pictures!”

  I… I know I said anything… but I can’t… I mean…

  “If you’re a good girl, and do as Big Sis says…” she leans in real close, and gently bites my earlobe, sending a shiver down my spine.

  “If you’re a good girl, Big Sis will fuck you, just like you wanted.”

  I lie there, staring up into her deep brown eyes. Who am I to deny my Goddess?

  I take a deep breathe, my weak body and fuzzy brain scarcely able to string enough sounds together to form words. I steady myself, gather my strength, my composure, just to make this promise.

  “I’ll do anything for you, Big Sis.”