Slowly, your eyelids creep open. You sit up and wipe the drouzieness from them. You look around and realize that you are still in bed. You kicked the covers off of you and sat up in your mini bed, hanging you feet over the edge. You began to observe the room which you were in, your sister Jessie's room. When you shrank, you parents insisted that you slept with one of your sisters, so that things like bugs and even other people didn't hurt you while asleep. Since you turned six, you have slept in Jessie's room. You stood up on the behemoth that was her night table and began to walk over to te edge. There, you had a ladder to get down to the floor and a bridge to get to Jessie's bed. Whenever it gets too cold at night, you always use that bridge and sleep with Jessie, and she understood. You looked at her and saw that she was laying on he side facing you. All that she ever wore to bed was a bra, panties ad short shorts. Today, it was a red bra that some how managed to cover her massive breasts and what looked like short shorts that read the words "good time," on the back, or at least that's what you remember. Her covers covered that part of her. you now stood within arms length of her breast and began to attempt to get her attention,
"Jess! Get up! C'mon!" you yelled up at her. Her eyes creeked open alsoa and she opened the huge cavern that was her mouth and yawned, as she did every morning. You turned around and looked at her alarm clack. A smile spread across Jessie's face. You then told her, "Jess, it's 8:00, you should probably get u--" you got cut off. You turned around, and as you did it, a huge finger hit you from behind and pushed you into the part of Jessie's breast that wasn't covered by her bra. You inferred that it was her finger. You couldn't focus because you face a was being shoved into Jessie's massive, soft, squishy, D cup breasts. She then started to roll you around and then stopped you what you were laying down in her tight cleavage. She the positioned you so that your face was facing hers. She smiled at you again and then yawned again. The huge gust of hot air made it seem like a steam room at a spa.
" So, what's up little guy? What are you going to do today?" she asked jokingly(what kind of day is it?)
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