This choice: Your family leaves you both to get settled in. • Go Back...Chapter #10Your family leaves you both to get settled in. by: Wassel   After the six of you taken a good look around, as well as figured out how all the appliances worked, Randall thanked your family and assured them that they didn't need to hang around any longer. That you'd both be perfectly fine on your own. Which really didn't really go down well with your mother. Scoffing, "Don't be silly, Randall." Clearly not thinking this a good idea. "We're not just going to leave the two of you on your own in this strange house. We need make sure you're properly settled first. You boys have never had to take care of yourselves after all. There's a lot more to it than simply knowing how to turn a dishwasher on."
"I know that, but that's what these brains of ours are for," he countered. "They know all about that stuff even if we don't." Reiterating everything the doctors had told you about this back at the hospital. Clearly being anxious for them to leave. "Besides, you guys have got a funeral to organize. Honestly, Mrs. C, we'll be fine."
Will we? you wondered as you listened to this. Not being half as confident as he was.
Your mother still wasn't convinced however. "I... I don't know..."
Your father joining in also. Asking you then, "Are you sure you guys will be okay? I mean we don't want to crowd you after everything that's happened... but you are just out of the hospital after major brain surgery."
"Yeah. We'll be fine. Won't we, Tim?"
To which you could only give a somewhat half hearted reply. "I... I guess so." Being somewhat conflicted. Not really wanting them to go, but also not wanting them to stay either. Figuring that, at least if they went, it would be four less people to feel awkward in front of. And it might also give you a chance to change out of this stupid dress and heels. Though, from the quick glance you'd taken inside Emily's large walk-in closet, you weren't entirely convinced that there was anything more comfortable for you to wear. Mrs. Summers appearing to be a very girly sort of girl.
"Besides, you can always come back and check on us tomorrow," your best friend added. "And if we need anything you're only a phone call away."
This appearing to sway your father. "He's got a point there, Jen."
"Okay then," she finally relented. Much to Randall's obvious delight. "If you're sure you'll be okay."
"We will," Randall said. Receiving what had to be about the biggest hug you'd ever gotten in your life from your mother then. Which felt much different now that you were a woman also. Your ridiculously large chest smooshing up against hers in a particularly awkward manner. Not being used to this sensation at all. Watching then as she did the same with Randall, while your father patted you on the shoulder. Reminding you once again that if there was anything you needed, "anything at all. Just give us a call, okay? We'll be right over."
You nodded, as did Randall. Waving goodbye to them and your little brother and sister as they all piled out of the front door and back into the car. Leaving the two of you alone.
"Phew!" your best sighed, once they pulled out of the driveway. "I thought they were never gonna leave! No offense to your parents, dude.... They've been great and everything and I'm glad they didn't do a runner like mine did... But you and I'll be able to manage just fine on our own without all the hand holding. Don't you think?"
"I dunno...," you shrugged. "What do either of us really know about living on our own? Or being... mother and daughter for that matter?" This last question causing you to gulp. It still not seeming right.
"What's there to know? Other than it's gonna be freaking awesome!" he beamed. "Two hot chicks with a huge house like this all to ourselves... Dude, we're gonna have the time of our lives! The world is literally our oyster now."
"So you keep saying, but I'm not so sure."
"Tim, c'mon. Just look at yourself. I mean, I know you're older now and that really sucks..." This being an understatement. You were older than your own father for Christ sake. You'd lost nearly thirty years of your life. Though Randall was also quick to remind you, "...but you're also a smoking hot MILF! Your tits are huge and you've got the kind of body we would have killed to get our hands on before all this happened. Same with me!" Adding then, to really drive this point home, "You know how lucky we are? We could be DEAD for fuck sake!"
"I know. I know," you sighed. Aware that this was nowhere as near as bad. "It's just..."
"It's just nothing," he stopped you. Shaking his head. Telling you to lighten up a little and look at the bright side for a change. Seemingly being unable to wait to get settled in, as well as stuck into all of Brandi's stuff (having not really been able to do so with your family around). Grinning, "You just know a hot babe like her has got to have some awesome lingerie and shit. Maybe even a vibrator too!" Before proceeding quickly up the stairs to do just that. Shouting back at you to do the same.
Well... you thought to yourself as you looked around your new surroundings, I guess I don't really have anything better to do.Aware that you were going to have to get to grips with who exactly Emily Summers was at some point. If you were indeed going to be spending the rest of your life as her. Following your friend up the stairs then, though much more carefully than he had. Not wanting to trip on your heels after all. Having perhaps mastered walking in them a little better than when you'd first put them on, but there was still no way you were running up a flight of stairs.
* * * *
Inside Emily's bedroom, you spent the next hour or so just looking around. It obviously being so much bigger and cleaner than your old room was. The bed for one being almost twice the size and felt incredibly comfy to lie on. She also had her own en suite bathroom which was pretty cool, a large vanity and the previously mentioned walk-in closet. Which was filled with some amount of clothing. Doubting that your old wardrobe would have been able to fill even a third of the space. Still, as awesome as some of these things were, it just didn't feel like home. The various pictures of Brandi that were dotted around the place being evidence enough of that. Feeling especially weird to be wandering into someone else's life midway through and suddenly taking over. Which made it all the more frustrating that Randall was accepting it all so readily. Presumably having a whale of a time in Brandi's room, which was a few doors down.
But then again, he is right, you reminded yourself as you sat yourself down on the bed. The both of us could be dead right now. And if that were the case then you wouldn't have anything to complain about at all. And, as odd as it felt, having boobs... big boobs at that, really was something else. Your gaze lowering towards the two giant mounds pushing against the fabric of your dress. Reaching up then and giving each one a little squeeze. Not knowing how many times you'd fantasized about doing exactly this. Of getting your hands on a pair of tits. Mmmm. These things really are something, you thought to yourself as you did. Groping away at them as you focused (like Randall was) on the positive aspects of being Emily Summers for a moment. Your breasts feeling so soft, yet firm, and touching them like this was clearly starting to get you excited. More than aware of your new nipples responding. Growing hard beneath your bra which was a pretty awesome sensation to say the least. Allowing yourself for the first time since the hospital bathroom, to just enjoy the very things you'd been dreaming about and jerking off to for years; Your boobs.
"Well, well, well... What do we have here?" a voice suddenly interrupted. Recognizing it instantly as Randall.
Shit! you squeaked. Quickly letting go of your chest and jumping off the bed in embarrassment. Having not expected to be caught doing THAT.
Randall however just grinned. That same mischievous grin he always wore, only now it was on Brandi's beautiful face.
"Having fun are we?" he asked with a chuckle.
"I, uh... I was..." you awkwardly stuttered. Blushing as you did.
"I can see what you were doing, dude," Randall continued to grin. "You were getting yourself a little more familiar with your new funbags." Grabbing his own then and giving them both a jiggle. Which was quite the erotic sight to witness to say the least. "Don't worry, I was doing the exact same thing back in my room too. Not to mention the rest of it. Being a chick.... Having tits and a pussy... It totally rules! Who'd have ever thought the two of us would be in a position like this?"
He paused then, after you failed to respond. Instead continuing to blush in embarrassment.
"You... You have checked them out haven't you?" he asked. "You know... to make sure everything is in working order?"
Once again, your lack of a response said it all. Having, other than now and that quick grope of your boobs earlier on, had neither the nerve nor the opportunity to do so. Having been far too weirded out by it all.
It was clear however that he most certainly had. Admitting as much as he responded, "You haven't, have you? Jesus Fucking Christ, dude! That was just about the first thing I did! As soon as the drugs wore off my fingers were straight in my pussy, and my God... If it didn't feel FUCKING AWESOME! So much better than jerking off as a guy." His voice getting progressively louder as he grew more and more excited. "I can't believe you haven't jerked off yet... and with a body like that! Dude, we seriously need to rectify that, like right now!"
"What... What do you mean?" you asked. While still trying to get over what he'd just told you. That he'd masturbated already. Having not been awake more than six hours. This of course being typical Randall.
"What do you think I mean, dude?" he replied with a sly smirk. "We're gonna get you off. And I know exactly how..."
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