This choice: You land on Naomi's shirt • Go Back...Chapter #5You land on Naomi's shirt by: Hornyboi78  Getting yourself situated, you look around at your surroundings. Looking around you see that you are on a very soft blue surface... fabric. What the- what was going on!? The ground beneath shifted rhythmically and you looked up to see the underside of your sister's chin! You had landed on your sister's chest, on her blue and grey striped shirt. Gripping the fabric tightly you gulped, far below you was her lap and even further was the carpet of the room, if she moved you would surely break many things in your body. You spotted on the other side of her chest was a breast pocket, if you could just get over ther- suddenly everything shook as your gigantic sister seemed to scream:
"I'M BOOOOOOORED!"
Your ears were ringing, her voice was so powerful, especially since you were right next to her throat. You needed to get to her pocket immediately. You frantically climbed to the other side of her shirt, the loose fabric aiding you greatly. You were in the middle of her shirt, right under the v-neck that left her chest exposed. You didn't have time to check on the remote.
The fabric you're holding onto shakes as Naomi adjusts her sitting position, her voice rings out again threatening to deafen you.
"ETHAAAAN COMEON! YOU SAID YOU'D PLAY WITH ME TODAY UGH! THIS ISN'T FUNNY"
Now, you'd never been around an explosion before but you imagine it would be just like this. Her voice boomed so loud that you instinctively covered your ears which meant you weren't holding the shirt. You opened your eyes to see a new environment around you. Your ears wrang and you tried to talk to yourself but you could barely hear anything, great your hearing was getting damaged. You took a look at where you were, your eyes widened in fear.
On either side of you lay huge flesh colored objects, her legs! She was sitting with her legs folded in front of her, like they would usually do in school, which meant... you were on her crotch! You didn't really want to think about this, the thought disgusted you, oh God you could smell the slight odor that emanated from what lay beneath you! You were laying in a crevice in the shorts, you were practically in her privates, her clothes being the only barrier. As you stood up, she shifted her weight and pulled her legs closer, you quickly climbed out and stood directly under her shirt.
Naomi would be getting up soon, she wasn't a very patient girl and she'd been here long enough. While you could very easily pull back her waistband and jump inside, the sick thought made you gag. You needed to get to safety, now!! You grabbed onto the fabric and started to climb it, you had a clear view of the breast pocket you needed to go to. Once you were in it you would wait until she wasn't moving much and would get her attention. Naomi sighs to herself and mutters, "where is he?" You did't have long now, Naomi was extremely energetic and you were surprised that she stayed this long.
She grew extremely fidgety and was shifting her body around making it more difficult for you. You had passed her belly button and was getting close to her chest. Suddenly everything shook as she yelled out
"OKAY WELL WHATEVER ETHAN, I GUESS YOU'RE TOO COOL NOW TO HANG OUT WITH YOUR LITTLE SISTER!" she says with sadness in her voice.
Your ears were in pain once more but you were so close to the pocket! She stood up, almost knocking you to the ground! Instead of just leaving she snooped around for a minute, opening your closet and after finding nothing interesting she left your room. Where does she go?
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