This choice: Jump Rope in Avery's Bra • Go Back...Chapter #11Jump Rope in Avery's Bra by: Unknown KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Avery spun on her heels in surprise at the loud knocks on door, unknowingly rolling her gigantic breast across her tiny brother as she did so.
"Avery!" Chloe called from outside the door. "Can I come in?"
"Just a second." Avery replied, grabbing a shirt off her bed. She struggled to quickly pull it on, having a bit of trouble getting it past her breasts as she did so. Naturally, every shimmy and shake of her body to maneuver her shirt lightly pummeled her tiny brother beneath her bouncing bosom.
Just as Avery finished pulling her shirt on, Chloe lost her patience and burst into the room. "Chloe!" Avery yelled, her booming voice reverberating through the bags of flesh on her chest, buffeting Tyler with waves of undulating flesh.
Chloe could see her sister was mad, but she couldn't help but smile at the sight of her sister making final adjustments to her bra through her shirt, no doubt dragging their tiny older brother back and forth across the underside of her breast as she did so. Not wanting to give away her plot, Chloe quickly suppressed her smile, trying to look repentant. "Sorry Avery. Thought I heard you say come in." She replied sheepishly, eyes subtly flicking back and forth between her sister's face and breasts.
Avery sighed to herself and let it go. "No big deal Chloe. What's up?"
"Well Darcy and I wanted to jump rope, but there's only two of us, so we were hoping you might come play with us." Chloe asked sweetly, her plan beginning to fall into place. She could already imagine Avery's boobs bouncing up and down, slamming Tyler over and over again with every jump.
Avery looked over towards her desk at the homework she had planned on doing, then back towards her sister. It wasn't like she needed that much time to get her work done. And besides, she was a genius. "Sure Chloe, I'll play."
These words hit Tyler like a slap in the face, both physically and mentally. Physically, he'd been struck by a wave of boob flesh as the words came out of his sister's mouth. Mentally, the thought of being pounded into a stain on the inside of his sister's bra while she jumped rope was causing him to panic. He screamed her name at the top of his lungs, somehow hoping she'd hear him through both the tape and her breast. However, all his squirming and screaming amounted to little more than a ticklish itch on the underside of her boob, so minor Avery didn't even bother to scratch it.
"Oh thank you Avery!" Chloe squealed, running towards her sister and pulling her into a hug. As Chloe tightly hugged her sister, she made sure to press her head into her sister's chest, flattening out her sister's breasts and bringing an avalanche of boob flesh down on Tyler.
"Jeez relax Chloe." Avery said, not knowing her sister to be this affectionate.
Still holding on tight to her sister, Chloe decided to take an opportunity to chat with her shrunken brother. "Hope you're ready to play Ty. Darcy and I have a lot of other games planed for later if Avery's boobs don't squish you, so try not to die." Chloe whispered, her words lost in Avery's bosom to everyone but Tyler. To him, it felt like the voice of a cruel booming in his ears, unseen in the darkness, but present and deadly.
"Did you say something Chloe?" Avery asked, still confused.
"Oh it's nothing." Chloe replied, releasing her sister from her hug. "Let's just get outside!" Chloe practically dragging Avery out of the room before letting go of her arm. The energy filled girl quickly descended the stairs to the ground floor before turning back to look at her sister coming down the steps, not wanting to miss a moment of Tyler's torment
And what a torment it was. Every step Avery descended corresponded with a rise and fall of her breast, as well as the tiny boy unfortunate enough to be trapped against it. Her bra did its best to hold her breasts in place by wrapping tightly against them, carrying Tyler along for the ride whenever his sister's boobs moved. Repeatedly being tackled by his little sister's boobs was incredibly humiliating, but it was only a warmup for what was coming next.
"What are you looking at?" Avery asked, a little creeped out by Chloe's gaze as she came down the steps.
"Nothing sis. I just uhhh..... really like that top!" Chloe said, only now realizing she'd been staring. Before Avery could comment further, Chloe ran out the door into the yard, where Darcy was already waiting. Each of the young girls grabbed one end of the rope, anxious to get Avery jumping.
"Don't one of you want to jump first?" Avery asked, seeing as they had asked her to play so they'd have someone else to turn the rope. Both of the little girls shook their heads quickly, indicating to Avery that she was up first. "Ok then." Avery said with a shrug, before stepping over the rope and beginning what would be a hellish experience for her shrunken brother.
After a single jump from his giant sister Tyler already felt like he was going to die. After her trip down the stairs, being slammed into her bra cup by her breast was something he'd grown pretty used to, painful as it may have been. However, this was very different. Rather than the slow rise and fall of her breasts he'd experienced on the stairs, her breasts were now quite literally leaping off of him on every jump, leaving a small pocket of space between the cup he was adhered to and her breast. He got to watch in terror as it hung in the air over him for a few moments, a harmless looking, smooth wall of flesh that any of the guys she went to school with would be anxious to get a peek at, but which to Tyler might as well have been a dull guillotine, trying over and over again to kill him, but falling just short of the necessary force.
Surprisingly enough, Avery found herself having a lot of fun with the two younger girls. It had been a while since she'd jumped rope, but it became clear quite quickly that Avery was every bit as good at it as she had always been. Her only complaint was that it was an unusually hot day, and as such she could already feel sweat beginning to build up on her body.
"Bet you can't handle double speed!" Chloe yelled, appealing to her sister's competitive nature while also ensuring that Tyler never got a second's respite.
"You're on." Avery replied, ignoring the heat as she accelerated her jumping speed.
Tyler was very much unable to ignore the heat building up around him, his sister's gigantic breast giving off heat like a radiator turned up to body temperature. He felt like he was being cooked alive against the soft griddle that was her breast. This heat was the only thing that made him grateful for the way her breast was hopping up and down on him over and over again: at least this way he got a break from touching the massive heat source. That is, until he began to notice the sweat that was beginning to flood into his little nook between boob and bra. It wasn't very much at first, just an almost imperceivable coating of salty liquid covering the elephantine mound of flesh playing hopscotch on his tiny body. But with each passing jump, the quantity increased, going from a small puddle to a salty swamp, with him right in the middle of it. He struggled desperately against his tape once more as he realized the rising water posed a new and deadly threat: drowning in his sister's boob sweat. He couldn't imagine a more embarrassing death than suffocating with his face pressed into his sister's underboob, soaked in her disgusting sweat. Unfortunately, every attempt he made to lift his arms was thwarted by an aggressive downward slam of Avery's boob, leaving him splayed out on the floor of her bra cup once more, the sea of sweat rising all the while. Tyler was beginning to think that this might really be his end, until...
1. Tyler is knocked unconscious by a strong slam of her breast, and wakes up to an angry looking Avery
2. Avery's sweat dislodges Tyler, causing him to slip out of her bra and fall to the ground just as a barefoot Darcy decides she wants a turn jumping.
3. Tyler is sent flying out of Avery's bra onto a nearby tree stump, Chloe is the only one to see this and takes a break from playing to sit down on and retrieve Tyler.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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