Our hearts thump in our chests as we scurry to the side, narrowly avoiding Rachel’s second step. A strong gust of wind blows us as she walks past. Jake and I move against the wall to escape harm’s way. We watch as Rachel walks over to her dresser. “Dude, she is huge,” I comment in awe.
“No kidding,” Jake murmurs in response, his eyes wide as he stares at his sister’s enormous form. She opens a drawer of her dresser, taking out something. As we contemplate what to do next, Rachel strips, tossing her shirt and shorts into the hamper. I quickly look away as she pulls off her underwear, feeling my cheeks go red.
I am about to suggest that we return later when Rachel walks towards us. I can’t help but look at her slender naked form approaching. She stops right in front of us, grabbing her water bottle off the nightstand. Rachel’s throat ripples as she chugs the water. With a small burp, she wipes her mouth and walks to the bathroom. I turn to Jake, who is smirking at me. “You should see your face, it’s bright red.”
I roll my eyes. “What do we do now? This seems like a worse idea by the second.”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” Jake teases. “I think we could climb to higher ground. It will be easier to get Rachel’s attention if she can see us.” I agree, so we walk over to her bed. At our size, we can’t even reach the blanket, which hangs several inches above the ground. On the other side of the bed, Rachel’s fluffy pink bathrobe is draped over the edge, touching the ground. “This should work perfectly,” Jake says as we approach. He begins to climb up using the pink strands of fabric. I follow him; however, I can’t go as fast since I’m not as muscular. By the time Jake is at the top, I’m only just over halfway, pausing to catch my breath.
The bathroom door creaks, and I crane my neck to see Rachel wrapped in a towel. She begins to walk directly toward us but is distracted by her phone. Above me, Jake yells and waves his arms to get his sister’s attention. Unfortunately, she is wearing headphones, so she still doesn’t notice. Before I can think of what to do, Rachel drops the towel to the floor and grabs the bathrobe. I hold on with all my strength as it is lifted up, unsure if I could survive a fall from this high.
A second later, I find myself face to face with Rachel’s giant bare butt. From my perspective, it looks like a pale moon. As Rachel pulls on the bathrobe, I am squished against her smooth skin, which is warm from the shower and smells like lotion. My cheeks go red as she adjusts the bathrobe, rubbing me against her butt. I feel Rachel’s fingers on the other side of the fabric as she scratches herself. Clearly, I am causing an itch. However, Rachel would never guess the source. I wonder where Jake is right now.
Before I can think of what to do next, Rachel...
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