Yes, pretending. She was sure of it. But her mother, of course, refused to believe the scribbled accusations in her notebook.
“You think your brother faked being in a coma and fooled all these doctors for a year?” She would say. “You’re being delusional, Jesse.”
Jesse did not think her brother had been faking his coma. She thought he was faking going back into a coma whenever she stopped sucking. “What are we doing for school?” she wrote instead of arguing the same old semantics.
“You’ll need to be in the same classes, of course. And that means you have to repeat a few grades, which I know is not ideal since you were set to graduate in a couple of months. But it’s better than killing your brother.” This oft-used morbid statement meant ‘Shut up and suck, Jesse’.
“Tell him to stop touching my boobs!!!” Jesse raised her notebook high and rotated it for both her mom and brother to see. Another thing she missed was having clothes on. She was the one wearing a reversed hospital gown now and her brother had ‘accidentally’ ripped off the top buttons.
“I’m just brushing crumbs off of them,” Jake said, spewing twice as many crumbs like hail from his muffin-filled mouth.
“The doctor said looking at your …chest would help your brother …release more often. If touching your …assets helps him even more… maybe it’s not a bad idea to let him.”
“Sweet, thanks Mom,” Jake was squeezing his sister’s boobs, thumb pushing the nipples inward like a hole in a bowling ball before his mom even finished her awkward sentence.
“Seriously?!” Jesse began scribbling a furious rant on her notepad but a flood of stomach-bulging cum interrupted the flow of her thoughts. Jake squeezed her breast even harder as if they were the controller for this hardcore ejaculation game.
“Yo, Jake. You’re back. How was the coma?”
“Meh, it was a’ight. Sucks to be back at school, though.”
“Yeah, no doubt, no doubt. Hey, is that Jesse on your weird stroller thing? I think recognize her boob size.”
“That’s right. She has to keep my cock hard 24/7 and if she doesn’t make me cum every fifteen minutes, I tell my mom and she gets punished.”
“Cool! And you get to play with her boobs?”
“As much as I want. They’re really soft; you want to try?”
“Woah, yeah. I always wondered what they felt like.”
Jesse was about to add a series of exclamation marks to DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE_______ when Jake flung her notebook across the hallway.
“She doesn’t mind.”
“Sweet, thanks, man.”
“Hey, Jake, buddy. Are those Jesse’s boobs?” A new voice. Jake never had so many friends. “Can I go next?”
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