“Sammy...uh...didn't want to look at photos. He's still...uh...upstairs." Chloe managed to think of some sort of excuse, afraid of what the response would be if she revealed that she actually had lost you. Through the gelatinous cheek on one side of you and the skintight fabric on the other you managed to hear Chloe’s lie and you were livid! Not only did she resort to cheating in order to beat you at Street Brawler but now she isn’t freeing you for some reason!
“Oh what a sour puss” Shannon responded, “more fun for us taking a stroll down memory lane then! Come on and sit down!” Shannon motioned with her hand for Chloe to sit on the couch next to her. Chloe looked over and saw the absurdly wide hips of Shannon and Mia filling up most of the couch already, but she shrugged her shoulders and attempted to fit in anyway. With a quick motion she swung her ass around and lowered it onto the couch. A few grunts and some effort later she sunk all the way down, her own respectable ass just barely squeezing in with her left cheek pushed up against the armrest and her right cheek squished against shannon’s flesh. She leaned back, comfortable enough for the time being, and tried to take her mind off of you until later.
Meanwhile you had reached another level of torture in the confines of Chloe’s rump. Every step she took jiggled you like crazy until you finally felt the fabric against your back get even tighter, followed by the pressure of Chloe’s weight increasingly dramatically. You felt yourself get flatter still and knew from years of experience in similar situations that she must have sat down. You groaned mentally, it seemed like it was going to be a long day.
“Ooh here’s a pic of me and Sammy we took at the beach” Shannon pointed at a photo in the album of her glancing over her shoulder in yet another incredibly cheeky thong. “And here’s us at a baseball game!” She pointed at another picture of her wearing a deep cut V-neck t-shirt and wearing a baseball cap. “Ooh and this was when we went on that hiking trip!” Yet again Shannon pointed at a picture of herself, this time looking back yet again but with her right shoe off and her sole facing backwards towards the camera. Chloe scanned the pictures and furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Asssuming that Shannon was just showing off great pictures of herself, she spoke up.
“Uhh Aunt Shannon? It’s just you in these pictures. I don’t see Sammy anywhere.” Shannon appeared a bit sheepish as she responded,
“Well... actually, take a closer look.” With Shannon’s remark Chloe scanned the pictures yet again. This time, just barely noticing the minuscule discolorations on Shannon’s’s ass cheek in the first photo, tremendous cleavage in the second, and visibly sweaty sole in the third. Then it finally hit her.
“Is Sam stuck to you in all of these?!” Chloe was stunned, she knew about predicaments you’ve had like this before but didn’t assume that Shannon would want to document them in a way like this!
“Yeah, that’s him. Now I know what you’re thinking! But let me preface it by saying he just gets stuck to skin so gosh darn easily! Sometimes it feels like he’s made of glue or something because by the time I notice him on me somewhere it’s so hard to get him off! Luckily he’s my little tough guy and doesn’t let these accidents ruin our trips, or ruin these great photo opportunities either!” Shannon sped through her justification of taking all of these pictures, assuming that her family members would believe the same ditzy train of thought she did. Mia nodded happily almost immediately, and Chloe took a minute longer before shrugging her shoulders and assuming that Shannon must know what she’s talking about.
However, Chloe couldn’t help but shake the comment Shannon made about you sticking to skin like glue. Glancing at her absurdly short skirt the gears in her head began to spin. What if her skirt had flipped up and you were in the exact same position that you were in the beach picture in the album right now? Chloe thought long and hard before deciding if she should just fess up and tell her mom and your mom about your possible position. Or maybe she could sneak off and check herself, to avoid being scolded. Then again it was a bit of a reach, and she could just ignore these thoughts entirely for the time being. Any of these pictures seemed like they had riveting stories attached to them and she kind of wanted to hear them.
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