Prologue - “Out Clubbin”
*ping* *ping* *ping* *ping*
Abigail's phone lit up the back of the uber as rain trickled down the window and glistened in the street lights.
She held her head to the cold glass window as the scattered neon lights flashed passed her. "He always does this." She thought to herself. "This wasn't even last minute and he still didn't bother to not smoke for ONE NIGHT…just one. To come out with me and not let me third wheel like always."
*ping* *ping* *ping*
she finally swung her head off the glass staring down at her phone.
Fee: helloooo.
Fee: where r u???
Fee: R u guys comin??
Fee: Me n Criss started off without you guys so you gotta catchh upp when ur heree.
Fee: hurryyy
Fee: upp.
Abigail let out a deep breath as she quickly typed
Abby: Almost there.
Abby: Just me. Something came up with Tims *** and he had to help him so he couldn't come.
She let out a sigh as she hesitantly pushed send. She couldn't help but lie about her sweetheart's absence.
Saying that he's busier with other stuff is better than saying he smoked too much and is probably passed out. She couldn't stand to hear another night of Fee telling her to get rid of him. She quickly flipped the camera to herself.
Street lights flickered just enough light to see her makeup as they drove past. The dark smokey eyeshadow really brought out that green in her hazel eyes. Her lips in that new nude lipstick Fiona bought for her a couple months back. Her hair straightened. In a tight black dress to match the makeup. Black heels with the lace up straps to match.
She pushed a hand into her bra and made sure to pull her boobs as far up as possible. Suddenly her cleavage looked even more plump than before. She smiled at the camera.
She looked stunning. Her eyes sparkled in the street lights. She quickly dropped the smile and let out a deep breath as the uber started coming to a halt.
"Thanks!" she quickly said while exiting and grabbing a small purse from the seat that she had almost forgotten about. She stumbled across a patch of grass and onto the walkway where she slowly walked up towards Criss' front door. Suddenly another car pulled up on the road side and before she could even knock the door swung open.
"Wow Abby you trying to look hotter than me or something?" A visibly ***** Fiona said as she grinned a big grin looking at her baby sister.
She only even complimented Abby like this when she's had one too many drinks. Half a champagne bottle in hand and some unzipped knee high heel boots, Fiona struggled to step out into the front porch. Despite the staggering and clumsiness, Abby still thought her sister looked good. She wore a dark red lipstick, brown eyeshadow with a winged eyeliner. A tight bright red dress that barely covered her ass. She looked incredible.
Criss also walked out the door with smoke in hand. She knew the look on his face all too well. His red eyes gave him away.
"Hey." He croaked in a basketball jersey with jeans and a set of fresh sneakers.
"Hi." She said before turning her attention to her sister's boots.
"How much did you even drink?" She questioned her sister as she struggled to stand up straight.
"Shhhshhshhhh dont worry abouut itt" slurred Fiona"WE'RE COMING WAIIITT" she shouted at the uber who was still idle on the street.
As Abby crouched and zipped Fee’s second boot all the way up she saw the red skirt ride up ever so slightly and briefly reveal that she was not wearing a thong. Fiona drunkenly pulled her skirt down not even realizing how much she had just exposed herself. Criss too out of it to even be paying attention. "Drink this in the uber lets goo" Fiona said, handing over the half bottle of champagne as she heavily stepped towards the uber. Criss following her. Abby looked at the bottle and with almost no hesitation threw it in the tall grass..
The uber ride was pretty much Fiona asking the uber driver questions from the backseat with Fiona barely making a sound. Criss letting out a little chucked and a "yeah" every now and then
15 minutes later
"We're here." Faint hiphop music could be heard from outside as they saw a long line turn the corner from the entrance to the club. There were so many people. Fee's eyes lit up at the line. "I knew we should've come earlier, look at that line, i know the show was sold out but i didn't know it would be this bad."
The event was an 18 and over event. One night only. Local artists were there to get the night started for the main event. The Weeknd was in town and was going to do an hour-long show at the end of the night. There was so much hype with other artists like doja cat and maybe ariana grande potentially doing a surprise feature. All hearsay but the tickets sold out instantly. Criss, Fee and Abby quickly rushed into line. The crowd roared inside the club as the many still waiting in the line started getting restless. Suddenly a heavy rain crashed down. Everyone in the line pushed themselves close to the wall so the thick line of people could fit under the long awning that was propped up along side the building. Suddenly Abby found herself touching the people in front of her. And to the side of her too. There was just enough room to move a little but barely in the dense line of people.
She looked behind and saw Fiona with her arms around Criss as she leaned in for a drunken kiss. Abby quickly turned around pretending not to watch them as she couldn't help but think about Tim and how lonely she felt with him not coming. Suddenly she felt a hand grope her ass. She quickly turned her head to the left but that guy had his back facing her. And to her right. Was a couple of girls laughing chatting up the guys in front of them. She felt the hand again. This time it touched her waist, and followed around the back of her waist down to her ass. She froze in her place as the hand continued down. She felt the fingers slide under dress and quickly turned behind her to see Fee still locking lips with Criss... Fee’s eyes were closed as criss opened his eyes a little to give Abby a quick glance before closing his eyes again. "Was criss touching me?? While kissing my sister?" She thought to herself... she noticed only his head was turned and as the rain got heavier the crowd pushed together closer... suddenly she had criss pressed in against her side. Fiona only briefly stopped kissing criss when the crowd pushed together and went right back at it. Abby could now feel it. A thick long and slightly squishy thing pressing into her upper hip. It was criss' cock! "It's just from kissing Fee and we were pushed together" she thought. As intrusive as the thought she felt a hand on her stomach. This time she looked down and could see it was Criss…
Chapter 1 “Easter Dress”
At eighteen years old Abigail St.Pierre had a soft professional face, like a caring mother or teacher, but with the curves of a pornstar. She stood at 5’7, almost as tall as the other boys. It helped that her body had the figure of a pornstar, breasts not to large just normal, but her ass, was so thick and bubbly, every single man stared when she walked.
Imagine all the older parents wanting her for their sons. She's probably always getting told "i've got a handsome son, you'd just love him. I'd love to introduce you to
She walks into the church and instantly turns a couple heads. It's the easter sermon and the church is more full than normal. Most of the dads that have come with their families sneak a look at her bubble butt as she walks into church. The mums there adore her and always stop to chat a little. The pastor gives her a friendly smile when she looks over to him. She notices he had been looking at her before she was looking at him almost like he was waiting for her to acknowledge him
As she looked back she caught the eyes of a few of the older men looking at her and they quickly tried to look away and pretend they weren't just staring. Unconsciously she shifted her weight onto the one leg. Bending for a second slightly. She knew this made her ass look extra plump making the crease under her ass cheeks more prominent. Almost instantly she heard two of the men behind her cough a little and then try to make conversation with their families to distract themselves. Nobody wants to hide a boner in church
Abigail finally takes her seat in one of the aisles. She unknowingly gets seated to the left of one of the older dads. Her mother next to her and her father next to her mother. The older gentleman despite being with his ****** used the opportunity to pretend as though he's making room for her. Acknowledging her presence with a slight nod and smile as his eyes drifted to the blouse that was cut right above her cleavage. She looked so innocent. A silver chain with a heart pendant adorning her neck and flowing over her collar bones. The long skirt she wore cut just at the knee and although it was loose and flowy it hung heavy against her body. Hugging the curves of her bubble butt. The olde gentleman noticed and proceeded to look away
As she sat down her skirt rode up her thigh a little. She could see out of the corner of her eye the older man looking down at her exposed lower thigh and she pulled the skirt over her knee. The pastor started his easter preach. As the man next to Abigail quickly started adjusting his seating position as he tried to find comfort by tugging at his church pants which pressed into his crotch a little too tightly now. Abigail could no longer focus on the pastor. Suddenly everyone arose and prepared to sing songs. As the hall fell quiet the organ started to play. Voices flood the hall in harmony as Abby tries to focus on the song. She looked down to read the words but her neighbor's hand moving towards his crotch caught her attention. As she peeped at him from her peripherals she noticed he was trying to hide a noticeable bulge with the pamphlet from his wife and children. Not that they would be looking there during church.
Suddenly the hall fell quiet again in a thunderous wave of people finding their seats once more. She noticed her skirt had climbed her leg again and she almost smiled to herself. She pretended as though she didn't notice while everyone waited for the pastor to proceed. The man next to her was sitting a little more wide legged than before. He seemed less restless. She pretended to fix her hair and tilted her head towards him to sneak a peek at his crotch. Her eyes widened as she saw a thick shaft climbing his thigh as he loosely held a pamphlet over his bulging member. She looked up and noticed he was looking at her from the side of his eye. Abby quickly turned her head pretending she saw nothing, but was able to catch a slight smirk on his face.
"He's in church.... here with his ******... what is he thinking?!" She thought to herself as if that didn't also apply to her too.
Suddenly the man adjusted his seating rather quickly. He placed a hand on either side of him to prop himself up a little bit. Abby felt his hand tug at the dress a little more revealing a little more of her thigh. He made it seem like an accident as it sent a shock wave though her body. She definitely was not expecting that. She looked back over out of the corner of her eye and noticed the hand that had tugged at her skirt now rested over his bulging cock. She could see him moving his index finger along the underside of the head which was very visibly outlined on his church pants.
It was a clear crisp day that easter. Tim was recently coming off a nasty weekend of having his lips sealed to the tip of his friend's expensive water bong. He dribbled the basketball back and forth under his legs looking down at the floor in front of him. Focusing on finding a happy medium of not trying too hard to maneuver the ball under and around him. He knew people would wonder why he was with Abigail listening to the easter sermon, but he didnt care.
Tim had on a pink polo oxford untucked and some boot cut jeans on.All white kicks that had picked up a couple scuffs since purchasing them. He had in the past worn his suit on Easter but he was no longer enamored with the pageantry as he used to be.
Tim dribbled the ball across the empty court transfixed on the floor in front of him. He would shoot once at the 3 point line, rebound then walk towards the opposite goal. All the trying while not breaking a sweat.
He heard a loud crackle come from the hall to the gym. It was his girlfriend's sister Fiona. He could tell by her laugh that she was with at least one of guy she was fucking at the time. She walked in the gym and spotted Tim immediately. Fiona was tall at 6 ft even. And carried around her weight knowing she was built like a Dodge Ram. And despite her enforcer attitude she could dress up, put on some makeup and pull off a very Bella-esqu appearance. If Abby was the ballet spinner, then Fiona danced the samba. She wasn't then one man type but was still a tad bit jealous of the two sweethearts..or so tim thought.
In fact she didn't give a shit about her baby sisters boyfriend, she loathed him from the day he spit in her direction. Everything about him came off as fake and pathetic. Add that to the fact that he was a total square around Abigail. She knew he was getting blitzed with his neighborhood cronies but was to uninterested to step outside his own little world
She was always in bell bottom jeans and a shirt that made sure to show off her mammoth Double D sized breast. Alongside her was Criss, a tall lanky guy a couple grades ahead of Tim that graduated and was in college now. The guy played ball but really hated the stereo type.
“Let’s hang out, see if we can make him talk.” The older of the Pierre girls punched the vending, frustrated. She Looks at Tim.
“Why?” she squinted at Criss not getting it quite yet.
“I wanna see if he can handle his weed.”
The next couple of minutes the three hung out in the gym as Tim played basketball uninterested with the older of the Pierre girls, per usual for the situation.. She would play defense on Tim and got into a 3 point stance blocking Tim from dribbling towards the floor. The extra playful pepp in her step put the moody Tim off.
“Ha what are you doing?.” he feigned the worst attempt to appease her with a laugh.
“HAHA.” she taunted him “Cmon bro get past me?” she said mockingly while getting up close enough for her bazongas to make tim uncomfortable. Tim caught a whiff of the marlboros she smoked before sneaking into the church premises for the exact same reasons as Tim.
“Stop. My knee is really sore today. Seriously.”
“Pfff You always have an excuse, dude.'' Her brash response caught Tim off guard. As the two waited for Tim to respond. But he never did. You could feel the fun in the gym deflate as Tim just dribbled away slowly. Fioana took notice of Tims flat ass.
“What..”
“A..”
“PUSSY..”
Fiona gets Tim somewhat talking about his upcoming situation with her sister “So you know she is going to out of state school..So, uhh what are you gonna do.” Tim just Feeks up another shot banging off the iron. Fiona was digging her claws into his back. He turned half way around.
“I might get a job at the factory there but most likely, take some classes with her.” while doing his best impression of someone that has a plan.
“You're just going to follow my sister out of state.. to a town where you don't know anyone. I’m not sure you want to do that Tim.” she feigned her hesitancy “Seems to me that it's a bit like you're putting your eggs in one basket.”
“What's that even mean?” tim tosses up another brick unconsciously deflecting
“I just don't get why you would pack up and follow her stank butt to that podunk town. You won't find any parties worth going to.”
“i dont care.”
“That’s not what I heard.” This peaked Tim’s interest.
“Oh really? What did you hear?” hoping maybe she heard about his clique of friends
“Well..” Fiona paused as if she really shouldn't say anything but couldn't help herself “Someone told me that your group was a bunch of crazy party boys. Sneaking into bars with fake ID’s, making prank videos of you guys streaking through wal-mart.. Bashing in that rich kid's mom's windshield.” Tim was unsure of how she knew that story but if she knew that much.. What else did she know?
“I think that it's actually pretty cool that you guys egg houses and bash mail boxes. That’s old school. Maybe next time you go you will call me.”
Criss sat on the empty bleachers texting on his phone shaking his head after hearing her attempt to sound sincere. “bitch is so fake..” while flipping through his phones os
“So.. you dont think that its..fucked up?” Tim stuck out his chest a bit
“I dont think it’s fucked..up.” Her brow lifted seductivly “I’m impressed kid.” Realizing that she finally had his full attention. “And, don’t worry about Abigail. She won’t know. Unless you want her to, of course.” She would be somewhat miffed if she found out that Tim was out with his cronies instead of prepping for the move out of the state. “I figured you don't not want her to know everything. Right?”
“well , not exactly..” he was backstepping
“oh, so you're gonna tell her about that?” she asked giddy on the inside
“No..Not yet I guess.”
She smiled and put her hand on his arm assuringly. “Don’t sweat, I got your back.” Then proceeded to name drop a bunch of guys she went out with, if they were at the same parties Tim would go to.
“Nope.. never heard of em..” he began to lie straight to her face.
Then Fiona messaged Abby to tell her that she was in the basketball gym with Tim.
Fee: Here
FEE: can we PLEASE go to brunch now.
Abby got the text from her sister.. thinking "Freak! I gotta go.” And not a second too soon. She excused herself from the pew once the congregation had stood up for the praise and worship part of the service. No one even noticed that she had slipped past except for the man that clearly had other things in mind for her to “get on her knees.”
The man caught a large whiff of her soft perfume as she presented her butt as she squeezed by. He left little room for her as her thigh wedged against his and the back of the pew.
"Oops so sorry." She smiled awkwardly at his kids "Pardon me." Finally swishing past the mother and out the nearest exit door.
It was about a 10 min walk from the sanctuary to the gym. She had to traverse a parking lot and a detour staircase they had set up for construction on new developments. Her gaze was set in thought with a furrowed brow worried that Fiona had told Tim about dancing with Criss during the concert. She thought back to the packed hole in the wall...
*Loud hip-hop bumping heavily in the packed crowd*
"Hey!! Hey! Step back my dude." Criss firmly spun around the guy that had been slowly but surely trying to freak on Abby's bump throughout the night. The scrawny looking white boy slung his head around terrified by the 6’3 goonish stick-man. "This girl is like my little sister, so walk your ass back over to the wall over there and post up." Speaking as clearly as he could. His difficulty to communicate clearly due to his slight speech impediment was a problem for Criss growing up but when he was pissed it didn't matter.
If it wasn't for Criss, Abby would have said nothing to the guy trying to start a bump and grind. She smiled at the boy and acted sorry for the intrusion.
Criss joked a bit more, "Don't worry, buddy there's plenty of tail in here tonight.. Just not this one." As if it was any consolation.
The thudding bass switched into another head nodding banger as the slight debacle had just ended. The hypnotic effect of the music change made it so that it never even happened. Abbigail just bounced her on one hip as criss split in between the two sisters so they both had someone to vibe with. As not to interrupt the vibe Abigail didn't miss a beat maneuvering around Fiona letting Criss engulf her for the moment. Abigail getting pushed closer to criss by the crowd. She shook he ass barely on his leg. On the other leg Fiona was straddling his leg putting her face his chest looking up for the kiss.
Abigail knew that criss was grabbing her hips with one hand to keep her close but was to keep her close or to feel her gyrate on his body. She said fuck it and decided to let the show be just that. A show. She nodded her head when the artist told her to nod her head. She bounced her ass when the song to bounce it like a basketball. The artist on the stage told the ladies in the club to make that ass bounce like spalding. Abby turned around and asked criss “who is spawl-deen?” Criss miffed because he couldnt hear the bubbly girl try to yell over the music.
“Pfff, Spalding is a type of basketball girl. Making your booty bounce like a basketball.”
“oooOooOo.” abigail creuoned
“You're too funny girl.” Criss laughed
“So does this count?” she took what space she could to show off her moves with the crowd of guys forming a small circle. Her start was always the same move with her swinging hips until they found the right balance to bend over and drop butt up and down to the track playing untill adjusting to put her hands on her knees. Her knees buckled in and out as her ass shook right in front of her sister and her boyfriend. Fiona cheered on her sister clinging to her boyfriend. Then aby stopped and stood up right and bow legged locking her legs waiting for criss’s answer.
“Yeah i think you got it.” followed by a wink. She beamed and fiona pulled her back over to her as the two danced together showing off their moves. Fiona showing off then Abby mimicking the same move but better. Having so much fun and really not caring about Tim at the moment.
The Pierre sisters both looked like they were back. Before Tim took the title holder of best friend from Fiona. Fiona would eventually grabbed criss by the neck and started dancing. And Abigail grabbed the nearest guy letting him put his arm around her waist.
Abigail pushes the metal door open to the gym where the boys are shooting hoops. Fee is sitting on the retractable bleachers "What's going on?" Abby says not expecting to see Tim. "Oh nothing much I'm soooo boreddd, ohhh we should play truth or dare!!"
"What, NoooOoo..you said brunch!"
"Oh, pffff. Don't be such a joykill. Baaabbee come let's play truth or dare the four of us." Fee shouts at the boys. Criss goes along with it and the fact that Abby already looks like she's in makes Tim feel like he has to play.
They hug. "Hey babe", "hey." ... "what no kiss?? You two are laaammee" Fee says to tim and Abby "Let's start this off properly, i'll go first. Tim I dare you to greet your girlfriend properly with a kiss. What is wrong with you?"
Seeing criss snicker a little and try to cover his laughter makes Tim feel like she should comply. Giving Abby a peck on the lips. "There..you happy? we just have some manners for people around us..." Tim says somewhat backhandedly.
"Suddenly he has manners." Fee cackles with laughter. "I'm joking... but seriously who's next... Abby your turn!"
Abby looks around in the empty gym and dares, she releases a sigh annoyed that she has to take part. "Ok I'm Criss I dare you to dunk the ball." Thinking he can't thus ending the game.
Criss isn't really one to show off. He in fact hates playing pick up games as a victim of his own height. " I don't think I can dunk anymore Abigail. Maybe..but I don't know."
Criss reaches under his sweater pulling it thusly over his head. "I mean if I have two." Making it look like he was gonna let Tim give him a pass but walks to another ball.
He bounces the ball lightly then two hard dribbles that echo off the emptiness, showing just how alone they are.
Woosh! Clang! Making it look like he hardly had to try dunks all over the goal Tim had been shooting on.
Criss grew up with a single mother and was the man of the house at an early age. Instead of going out with his friends he was more of a latchkey kid growing up. He spoke very little in public, maybe because of his slight speech impediment. He learned quickly in life that you don't have to speak to be noticed. This was a turn on to most girls because they saw his meek default personality juxtaposed with his tall lanky f******* frame.
He was made fun of a lot in high school for being the quote unquote wigger of his class which never really bothered him.
Fiona tries to get Criss to steal the ball from her and he finally does some defense but not enough before she barrels down the lane like a big dork laying it up and missing but acting like she made it.
"Whew!! Ok who's next. I'm not trying to sit in that service. I'll fall asleep." Abby is miles from letting this go more than one full round and is trying to get back in service with her boyfriend in hand this time.``
Abby Let out an annoyed sigh that meant for him to hug her. He was still unsure if she was going to be upset about last night's disappearing act he pulled.
While she was unsure of how he got to church that morning, not much else mattered now he was with her.
Abigail, still holding her purse showing no signs of sitting down with out the affection of her boyfriend.
She brushed straight with her hand her flowy sundress from getting wrapped up in her legs. And thought about sitting. Tim was watching Fiona and Criss debate where they were headed after brunch.
Tim had Abigail near him and felt her hand interlock with his perfectly “Tiimmm.” She whined inaudibly goin up and down in pitch. She then bumped closely with Tim waiting for his full undivided attention. She was unconsciously tamping her foot to the floor over and over. Then Tim said those three words that she wanted to here for the rest of her life. “I love you."
" I'm sorry about last night but i was stranded without a ride.” He started to wind up for his entire excuse pitch. “But it wasn’t my fa..”
need a a mother fucker to role-play as my big sisters big bad boyfriend. and you and her show up to Easter Sunday to play a little truth or dare. my bf doesn't stand a chance.
Abigail interrupted with a stifling confident smile “I love you too.” She kissed him for real this time. Not because she was dare to but because she truly missed having her Timmy for one night.
Criss “cmon girl let's just head back to my apartment."
Fiona just smiled and made a move to grab her keys like she was going to leave. The two walked out to leave in her car but then returned shortly after realizing that the early service just let out and the mega church parking lot would be grid locked at least for 45 min.
“Might as well just wait it out with you guys.” Obviously talking about the way the were be lovey dovey again with each other.
“You look good.” Abigail said "people say that only a real man can pull of the color pink."
"Hey we just got a bunch of cool pink shirts in at work. Would you want me to buy you a couple." Abigail knew Tim didn't want her to spend her money that she worked for on him "I think I can get for you at 60 percent off since I work at the mall."
“Please dont buy any of those shirts.” Knowing that eventually he would let her if she pushed him to let her
“You never let me buy you anything. We get cool stuff in all the time that would look so good on.” she was overpowering him “You need some knew shirts babe. Please let me buy them. When you really think about it’s like buying clothes at old navy or target prices.”
“I cant stop you, can I?” he said
“Nuh’uh” she said biting her finger tip playfully.
Tim didn't know what to say... He didn't really grasp the fact that It was a shirt Abigail could wear after his scent had soaked into the fabric. Tim was never allowed to stay the night and at least she could sleep with the shirt that had his scent and cologne she loved so much.
“I won't buy it it your not gonna wear it "
"I mean.." he trailer off
" Ok good I'll get you the pink one and the really tight one that will make your arms pop" running her hand up his arms up until the armpit where she slouched into him with a hug."
She buried her face in his shoulders to hide her naughty side from showing any further embarrassment . Tim jussed wrapped his arm around the bubbly brunette. Kissing her on the head. Taking in a long breath of her sweet fragrance from her shampoo. The way she hid herself into Tim made him feel strong and needed. Like this was all he deserved in life.
Criss and Fiona watched the highschool sweethearts, “.” thought criss.
“Ughhh '' Fiona took initiative on the day's math, perusal. ``How about we hang out in the chapel hall until traffic disappears after the second service starts. Then me and criss can go eat. And Abigail? You and Tim can go to that service together.”
Tim doing the math in his head already knew they would have an hour and some change that they would have to burn in the emptied out in the emptied facilities. Tim had been with Abigail night and day for the past couple of months but there was very little time for them to be alone.
“You can practice piano scales in the choir room.” Abby said with finality. Tim was hoping to sneak off private.
“Ughh fine go run off together, Again..” Fiona laid it on thick then made a sad face. In which Abigail just rolled her eyes like whatever. Tims dick still had a chance.
Criss was already “over” the entire day as it was just his main mission to get through it and back to his Mom's condo. Getting out of the stuffy oxford and those lousy pleated khakis. His mom would be staying with her new boyfriends beach house. He would have the entire month on his own. He looked at this Easter Sunday with Fiona as his penents before living his best life.
Fiona meanwhile was ready to crash at his pad.
Tim was used to being around guys like Criss. They would come to the Pierre’s to meet her parents, then he wouldnt see or hear from them ever again. Tim felt bad for her at that moment. Abigail is so much hotter than her sister, but she did have her moments.
Tim looks up from Abigail and sees Fiona stand up from the bleachers, her tits bounced off her chest slightly. He could practically hear the sound of her under boobs cracking against her chest back down Whap! Both of her tits were trying to get out from behind her thin shirt, and just hung there like tow water balloons. Her shirt was doing a really bad job of keeping them contained. They were always right in his line of sight. He was watching her tits bounce without really watching them.
Her tits looked particularly ripe. Add that to the fact he had Abigail's perfect caboose attached to his hip at the moment, all he could think about was taking her to a bed or couch somewhere.
Abbigail pulled at Tim's shirt collar for a longer kiss than either of the two expected. Last night did happen and that was on both of their minds. Would Abbigail tell Tim how she had her skin tight skirt hiked up over her thighs with criss planted right behind her grinding all over her for many songs.
Fiona stretched her arms back and jumped lightly on the balls of her feet. Her Double Ds shook firmly on her broad upper body. "Hmmmmmm hmph hmph hmph." She thought of last night's blur and just wanted to find a dark room with air conditioning. The crowds from the earlier service and later service were now beginning to cause a giant tizzy.
Criss had his sweater in his hand and was looking to the girls on where their next move would be
Tim held Abigail afraid that if he let go of her she would want to ask questions on why he didn't at least call her last night. " Fuck baby, you smell like a spring flower. I want to be a sneaky little bee and steal some of the sticky pollen." He knew she would could a kick out of his pun
Abigail frowned at the cringe factor, but loved that he was at least trying. She looked at the door to the opening of the gym. "Do you want to wait outside?"
"I'd rather wait on the couches." He referred to the Students Lounge where they had their first real kiss.
"Well..um..That's fine but no dozing off. You keep falling asleep leaving me by my self." Abigail declared after thinking twice about if anyone saw them it would look like they were secluding themselves.
"I promise," he said. And with that Abigail took Tim by the hand and Tim followed her up stairs above the gym to the empty lounge. The lights were all off and some window light illuminated the upper floor. The cafe chairs were staked on the table tops. No one had even used the counter tops for earlier services.
Abigail looked around the room knowing Tim was happy. "Ok now where."
Tim pointed to the small prayer room that was where the stored the old couches lining the walls giving it a more cramped secluded feel.
"NooooOOoo?" Not wanting people anyone that passed by to assume the worst of her
Abigail's dress was now being hit by a ray of sun coming from the one window. She felt the warmth of it splash her calf and ankle. Tim looked at her contemplating on just headed back to another service and leaving halfway for brunch.
Fiona and criss just walked up and went right into the small annexed side room. Tim looked at Abigail like "can we go in now." And Abigail gave him her hand to talk again. Fiona and Chris picked two lounge chairs that faced next to each other.
Abigail and Tim sat on the giant leather sofa that lined the one side of the one time office. He had already snuck his hand around his baby girl's soft waist. Her skin was already sensitive from the cool April weather. He looked down and saw her goose pimples on the stomach show. She just curled into him for warmth. Yep life for Tim right then couldn't have gotten much better, feeling the pale skin of Abigail, having her reciprocate his touch with a big wet smooch. She spared no expense to real it sell it infront of Fiona and Criss. Aggressively pushing tim back hard on the couch. When he tried to get his back off she would just push him down smothering him with a million kisses, She was hardly able to contain her laughter as the two across the room watched her rag doll her boyfriend into the arm of the couch.
Something happened to Abigail when she kicked into that second level of horse play with her boyfriend. They were best buds and it really showed whenever Tim and her got into. Hand slaps, never ending games of mercy, all night wrestling matches that didn end untill Abigail’s hair was strewn all over the place and Tim’s shirt collar almost ripped apart. Most of the time Tim never let it go too far. He was raised that under any circumstance a man should never hurt a woman. Abigail would have to be restrained until she was held renderless to his strength. Next thing you know she promises to stop the onslaught, only to attack the second she is released from her restraints.
Tim loved the aura that surrounded her when she was lost in the games they played. Her face would get bright red and her accent really showed how backwoods the girl really was. This time she had shoved Tim back into the crease of the couch grabbed his wrist so he could move and just smiled inthe his face. It was a look of sheer dominance. And with Fiona and Criss to see it made it even more sweet.
Tim hadn’t really put up a fight but did try to free his hands from her. Abigail dared him to breakfree. “Cmon.” Tim struggled then tried to slide off the couch but abigail saw this as an opportunity and jumped on top over him before he could slide off to freedom.
“Nuh-uh!” she grunted. Tim was wrapped too tightly in his cotton oxford with his jeans sagging lower everytime he struggled. He eventually gave up. “Eww boy you weak.” Abby said with a deeper voice. Followed by a bi cep flex for the others to see.
Tim tried but was about to lose his pants. He tried to level with his girlfriend looking up at her. All he would receive was a bullish reassertion of recent conquest. “You Weak! Boy! Hahahah”
Criss was watching Abigail flex and posture on Tim. He cheered her on like he was watching WWE Monday Night Raw. “Get his ass.. Get him.” In Abigail’s triumph her butt cleavage spilled out from her low rise jeans. Not only was her thong showing from her crack, he also saw her pale butt from where her tan lines blocked out the sun.
Abigail soon felt a draft on her backside and threw her right hand behind her. Her hand covered up the part of her she knew was exposed to the room. She was embarrassed but it was par for the course at this point.
She slid off Tim over to one side. Stiff, until the rest of her body hit the leather sofa. She laid there catching her breath. Thats when Tim notice Criss smiling.
His eyes were transfixed on her but was making it seem like he wanted Tim to see. Almost as if he was hinting. Like “dude look at your girl. Ass Up dude.”
Tim though, took it as a compliment. “Yeah Mother fucker.. I'm hitting that tonight!”
Abigail gathered herself and sat up bright red in the cheeks and redoing her ponytail after it had fallen apart in the hand fight with tim. “Well, that was fun.” putting a damper on the moment as if she was ready to leave. Criss nodded with the notion.
Tim wasn't jealous. He was surprised at her wild attempt to pin him. “Ha, you didn’t see his face?”
“Umm. No.” She said afraid of what Tim was about to say next.
“I’m pretty sure he saw your thong at least, because he was smiling really big. Right infront of Fiona too.” stumbling over his words.
Abigail apologize anyways. “Do you think Criss saw anything?” With mischievous smirk
Fiona finally fed up pushed that the four go for a walk about until the traffic cleared.
“hey, lets go hang out in the parking lot.” she sat up yanking up her jeans aggressively like a redneck. “This way we can leave as soon as the coast is clear.”
They all agreed and the girls grabbed their bags of church they had changed out of earlier.
“Will you hold?” Abigail asked Tim to carry hers
After they cleared the main group of cars they found them selves back in the parking lot that had been evacuated. Still the outlets led to the front.
Tim looked at the church clock tower. “I’ve always wanted to got to the top of that thing”
Fiona chimed in “what?! We’ve been in there with you.” she looked towards Abigail quizically.
Abigail just shrugged
“Haha ok I'll take you to the top Timmy-boy”
Tim hated when she called him that.. “You coming.” he asked his girlfriend
“Uhh i hate going up there.. Its dangerous..’’ Abby protested
Criss jibed “pfff ok pussy.”
This made tim laugh sharply.. The kind of outburst that would make people think something was wrong with him. You see Tim was a really funny guy but never was he allowed to make Abigail the butt of his jokes..even though she had one of the nicest butts, which is why Tim had gone a full year looking at porn. It had been i real problem that he felt horrible about before dating Abigail. But after confessing to his pastor that i did not feel natural and with the help of Abigail soft touch he had put all of that in the past..
Abigail bucked up “fine. Criss..”aiming daggers with her eyes. “Cmon Timmy.” she reused Fionas wise crack against tim this time.
“Oh uhhh. OK?” the look on his face made Fiona giggle quietly.
After a minute of using an old debit card Fiona jimmy the lock and the steel door swung open. “How the fuck…’’ Tim thought. Then Abigail snuck in the clock tower followed by Tim. They looked straight up and could see the ladder that they would be ascending. Fiona shut the door a locked it.
“Ok so, start climbing.” Fiona said
Tim followed abigails lead. She had her first foot on the ladder about to climb and turned around to Tim “You have to catch me if I fall babe.” Fiona rolled her eyes at her sisters dramitic delivery.
Tim knew the only thing he could do was maybe catch her on his shoulders. “I got you ‘Gilly.” And watched her back muscles work as she started the climb. Her form looked effortless, like she had done this a hundred times..
Tim’s palms sweated perfusly as he gripped the iron the first bar.. he could feel his knees get weak but saw how Abigail had no fear at all. No way could he even hesitate without looking like a big puss face baby.
He started the climb and immediately used a Kung fu grip on each wrung of the ladder. Catching Abigail wasn’t even on his radar anymore. Now it was all about self preservation.
Fiona was next and Criss after smoking a quick cig was last. At about 50ft in the air TIm’s initial fears had left his stomach. There was nothing he could do now.
“Hey Tim?” Fiona spoke up “When was the last time you had your oil checked?”
“Don’t you fucking dare, woman.” Tim knew what was coming and gripped the bar again. Only to have Fiona jab her finger right at Tim poop shoot.
Her and criss thought this was hilarious as there was nothing Tim could do. They could tell he wasn’t going to break his concentration on each wrung up. With each step Fioana kept poking right into tim's asshole.
“Haha ya’ll. SO FUCKING Funny…”
“What are you guys doing?” Asked Abigail
“Nothing.. it’s fine.. almost there.” Tim pushing onward to the top
Abigails jeans slung way down her hips as she reached the top and worked to get her leg up on the top platform. The bright lime green thong was now in plain sight once again. Tim took another mental picture of Abigail's contrasting tan lines.
Tim reached the top. His forearms trembled from deathgripping the whole up. He looked up and immediately realized that the clock tower was on a hill almost doubling its original height when he looked down at the streets below them. There was a large bell that didnt have a dinger in the middle.
The four looked around.
“Ok now what.” said Abigail in a hurried rush to get back down so no one would think she was sneaking out on the service.
“I dare you to pull your pants down and moon the busy parkway below us with your donkey donk.” Fiona said.
Tim piped up “Uhh, ok. We’ll take that dare, but its our turn next.” Abigail turned and grabbed him by the wrist.
“No.” she mouthed
“Cmon Gilly. We will do teams.” he turned to the older couple “we’ll do teams if that’s cool?”
“What do we get if we win?”
“It’s truth or dare.. There isnt a winner.”
“You said we are on teams, right?’’
“Yeah…”
“That would Imply that there are winners and losers. So what do we get when we win.”
“Uhh I dont have any cash on me?”
“Thats fine Tim. I dont want your money anyways”
“What do you want then?”
“Well for starters, not your money. I want you to wash my car, clean my apartment. Do my laundry. That kind of stuff.” she said lightly.
“I mean i dont plan on losing so…”
“Tim! Don’t.. This isn’t right.” Abigail pleaded
“Cmon we got this babe. Ok?” He turned back to Fiona “When WE win You have to chauffeur me and Gilly for the night.”
Fiona was sitting indian style and criss sat next to her proping his hands behind him.
“Well.. we are waiting.. Butts up facing the cars down there..”
“No way. We lose..” abigail barked
“No we don’t.'' Tim jested Fiona just stared at Tim as if she couldn’t careless. He pulled Abigial to the side “no one is going to see us and if anyone did we are so high up no one will know its you.”
“Im not doing that” abigail tensed her body finally and reached for her belt to protect it.
“Just think about it, We can stay out alllll niiiiighttt…” he paused to give her time to think. “..by the river... cuddled up in a blanket. In the cool air.”
“Oh..” She thought for a second what he was leading to “OH! Then maybe thats worth it.”
Criss spoke softly “What if me and Tim didnt watch. We will turn our backs and Fiona will watch since it was her dumb idea.” Tim was already unbuckleing his belt “what the fuck are you doing?”
“The dare.” I said
Fiona laughed and leveled the kid “ don’t worry buddy boy, nobody wants to see your SASQUATCH butt. Ha ha”
Fiona knew that she hit a nerve and was smiling on the inside while wearing that disgusted look on the outside. She stared at Tim, almost daring him into a blinking contest.
Abigail meanwhile had her jeans half way down “ the sooner i do it, the quicker it will be over” she thought. Tim looked over. This brought him out of it.
Tim had fooled around with Abigail hundreds of times but Abigail's ass had never looked so damn nice. The bubble-butt that he knew was now being graced by sun light and her shirt was even hiked up a little. Her lower back postured into her hips bent now in an awkward position, showing her ass to the traffic a couple stories below them passing on the busy parkway.
Tim was next to her and could see her butt cheeks dripping in sunlight. Her thong was the only article providing modesty. And, my god! Her tan lines clearly showed where her bikini would have been. The pale skin called his eyes to their full attention.
Fiona wanted nothing more than to push tim of the edge of the cliff and the look on his face. She smiled at the thought.
Abigail counted in her head down from 10. From Criss’s angle he saw Abigails face, her soft hair just kissing the tips of her nose as she bent forward with that embarrassed face. There were no railings at the top of the clock tower. So Criss offered his lanky arm to anchor her if needed
Criss leaned his head to one side to see behind her a tiny bit. He was shocked to see how her thong was swallowed up in the crack of her soft pale cheeks. Both boys enamored by her soft bump.
“Okay Gilly. It’s been a minute. Gosh!” Fiona was annoyed
Tim walked near to give Abigail support but she was already moving forward away from the cliff and stumbled into him. “Hurry, move, move!” She rushed him until she was sitting safely in the center of the platform.
She zipped her jeans up sucking in to get her jeans to button once again.
“OK Fioana You’re turn..” Abigail said exasperates from her (S.)“near death” experience
“OK Truth.” Fiona clapped back
“What heck Fiona I almost died and your going with Truth. That's so weak.” Abigail complained
“Haha sorry but thems the rules.”
Abigail huffed once more before thinking of a question. “Ok Fiona how many guys have you slept with since we moved from Gainsborough?’’
Fiona’s jaw dropped. Before looking over at Criss then back to her sister “You’re mean.” She had to think.
“Well there was the guy who was kicked off the football team, AND the guy with bleached tips. AND the skater who worked at the used car lot .” She paused to think.
Abigail was already shocked to here that she had indeed had sex with all those guys in the short time that they had moved to the metro area. It was almost as if her big sister was proud to be a slut.
“Um obviously ..” nodding at Criss, “the telescope.”
“What does ''telescope” mean?” Abigail walked right into the trap.
Criss stopped Fiona from answering telling her to “Shut the fuck up.” And that “You’re always playing too much.” Fiona just stuck her tongue out at him.
Criss peeved off and played the whole thing off by asking “Whose turn?”
“Well, well, look who wants to play now?” Fiona poking fun of her nochaulant fuck buddy.
“I’m just saying y’all ass got me up here on this ledge looking out into the city for what? I wanna hurry this shit up and go. I got shit to do.”
“Like what?” Fiona negged
“Like YOU!. Face down ass up at my condo.” Criss wasnt playing now.
Abigail and Tim were acting as if they were doing anything but listening to Fiona and Criss flirt right in their face. THe tables had turn and while Tim wasn’t too impressed. Abigail was aware that Fiona let guys talk to her that way.
“Can we finish this up at your place Criss.” Abigail breaking the ice. Tim was not used to hearing this tone in Abigail. It was outright and to the point.
“I mean..” Criss looked at Abigails face. How could he say no to that face. “I dont care.” he shrugged as if waiting for Fiona to reject the idea.
Fiona looked at Tim “I dont know.. Who is gonna drop Tim off back at his house?”
Abigail “ No.. I meant both me and Tim.”
Fiona looked at Criss with a big fucked up smile waiting for his reaction “ Yeah, whatever.”
Fiona looked around
“Ok Timmy Two Pair. I dare you to hawk one into the air and catch your lugi back in your mouth.”
“That’s easy.” he said confident as he worked up enough flem from the back of his nasl capacities. “Watch this he said.” in the face of Criss. Using Enough force to spem his snot high enough not to reach the tin roof but almost barely. Then at the apex of it height Tim was ready to track it back into his mouth. That’s when he felt a shock rip through his body hitting his shoulders first then his chest as the blow back shock him abruptly.
“LOOK OUT BOY!” Fiona shook him hard but only for a second until pulling him back from the edge of the terrace.
Consequently tims yellow-green snot rocket hit Abigail right in the middle of her forehead with a snap. “She jumped up and down and started shaking her limp wrist feverishly. Criss was laughing at Tim’s overreaction to the fake push until he really start to break character after seeing Abigail helpless with her eyes crossed looking right where the snot had landed.
“Hey, hey relax. I got you. Criss pulled out a wad of cash and used it as a napkin on Abigails spitted on forehead. His hands grabbed her arms first to keep her still then he lifted her head up like a child, holding the back of her head like an Emt trainee would with someone who had a gash wound. He smeared it off it one quick swipe with the fibrous bill.. A twenty dollar bill.
“EWW Oh my gosh Oh my gosh, that is rank!” The trauma of the bodily fluid left a smell of a dull chest cold even after wiping. After a few drive heaves she lifted her head again and saw Fiona laughing at the beautiful events that had couldnt have been any more fun to watch unfold. Tim was on the ground holding on the floor of the high rise terrace.
“Wow.” Is all Fiona said with a surprised look
Tim wanted to curse at Fiona but knew not to speak that way to a woman so he bit his tongue and played the victim.. That was until Abigail step on his lines. “I can’t believe you actually did that! She wasn’t serious.. We already were going to have the night to ourselves.”
“Wait.. huh.” Was hugging the floor practically until he realised something was his fault. “She pushed ME.” not even aware what was really happening.
There was a second where tim thought about making a push back but thought again. He knew better than to try and steal Gilly's Thunder.
Abigail lifted her shirt up to wipe away any left over spit.
Her posture snapped upright like twisting steel that could breath. Her hips rocked forward then up and put her weight on her heels. Tim was sitting Indian style still looking up at her. Abigail's hips arched up as she tugged against the fabric of her shirt so it would reach her for head where the yellow greenish lugi had smacked her right in the third eye.
The fact that Abigail was so body conscious was not a secret to anyone. The girl wasn't no slouch.
She didn't think it though. Running everyday, nut a lot but enough to break a sweat. The gym three times a week with a personal trainer. And then nightly core workouts customized for her by her lunkhead uncles. And it showed in that instance.
Abigail never tried to get Tim to join her at the gym but she would make subtle hints by buying him Xs shirts that made it look like he filled out his shirts more. Tim would hit the gym hard every once and while but it wouldn't matter because he didn't know that the harder you push in the gym the more protein you have to eat. He would constantly be in a deficite by crash dieting trying to look more slim.
Anyways... Looking up at the tall brunette Tim felt like he was looking up at the under boobs of a goddess.
He felt dumb. Like the dumbest son of a bitch that ever lived knowing his disgusting flem had graced her motherly face.
Meanwhile criss jerked his cock a couple times adjusting the hidden snake under his pleated khakis.
Fiona was much more curvier than her sister. At 6 ft tall she really could pack a punch. She owned it. Hooking up with the heavier St.Peire girl was something Tim had thought about time to time. Not often but there was one fantasy where he and Fiona were hate fucking each other. Tim always getting the best of her in his version.
She had many bad style habits like wearing Uggs with sweats, wearing a black thong in yoga pants that were stretched to the limit, black knee high stiletto boots with a short skirt. Low rise Jean slung tightly under her pooch.
Tim couldn't place a finger on it but he always felt the pull of Fiona fishing for compliments. Which he thought was strange because she was always with some new guy.
Some days she was really sweet to her little sisters sweetheart. Others she looked at him with disdain like he was the reason she had a bad day.
Fiona still cackling after making Tim flinch so hard that he fell straight down on his ass. The kicker being Gillie got her pretty forehead splattered with a nauctious lugi.
"No more truth or dare I'm done." Abigail wiping whatever was left on her hands on her shirt showing her disgust.
Fiona agreed "ok just calm down." She stifled her giggle again "It wasn't that bad. Pffff."
"Fi-Ona!!" Abigail whined pleading for her to stop.
Criss was already climbing down the hatch and Fiona was next. Tim got up and pulled Abigail by the wrist closer to him.
"No. I'm mad at you.." Abigail rolled her eyes
"Babe I'm sorry.. Will you look at me please."
The two connected again and Tim confessed how he had dreamed of being up in the clock tower to take in the view with her. She smiled and they looked out over the city for a moment. It was nice. That was until Tim went in for a kiss.. Abigail dry heaved at the thought of kissing the origin of that putrid snotty saliva. "Huuah!" her stomach tied up in a knot.
"Sorry um.. Let's just get outta here... Huuuahh I can't be here right now."
"Oh.. Yeah good idea."
Criss was the first one to reach the ground floor and looked up and to his surprise could see clearly both St.piere girls butt cleavage with a pair of things peaking out. Fiona wore a red g string and Abigail's bikini cut striped panties. Criss was unknowingly cranking his cock until it was fully torqued under his slacks.
He wetted his lips then watched Fiona touch down. She hiked her jeans back up. A constant struggle for her due to her curves. She pushed her hair back and tied it in a bun quickly before pushing criss out of her way with a defiant smile.
"Damn girl, you always tryna test me." Criss scoffed
"Cmon I'm hungry as shit." Fiona said
"I thought you was on that diet?" Criss grabbed slipped his hand deep in the crease of where her thigh and ass cheeks meet. Her lifted a healthy amount of Fiona's weight.
"Crisss!! My sister is watching!" She said in a hushed manner
"Do I look like I give a fuck? I'm gonna show you when we get to my dads condo. I don't play girl." Criss' tone was not the same as before.
Fiona loved getting this kind of response from Mr.Telescope. It was one thing to put a dress shirt and play the part for Fiona as long as she was going to give him the full treatment back at the crib. Just a small amount of work for Fiona's pussy. Even though he would still hit even if he had stayed in bed this Easter Sunday.
Fiona got down from the latter and made her way immediately to the nearest restroom, almost running. She pushed Fiona and criss aside and disappeared in to the woman's bathroom for some time.
Waiting outside by their respective cars Fiona asked if he needed her to take him home since his ****** would probably want him home for a gathering and now that Abigail was sick to her stomach.
"No. I'll figure it out."
"Good because criss lives close by and I'm gonna be getting tipsy, so figure it out son." Her upbeat tone never wavered. She was clearly trying to aggravate tim in a unwavering front .in some capacity. She had never seen Tim show any real attitude. She wasn't going to drop the act until he had become totally unhinged.
Tim was in his own head giving her a peace of his own mind. He out pointed her in the pretend argument. He faked a smile at smiled at Fiona like it was all good in the hood.
But it was not all good in the hood at all. The girl had done him dirty on the top terrace of the clocktower.
He was on top of the tower calling her out on all the one night stands, every time he saw her out with the biggest druggies from his highschool. " yep that's right Fiona you owe me for not spreading those rumors!"
She would act dumb replying like she didn't know what he was talking about "what rumors Tim?" She would say definitely
Tim liked his lips preparing to put the enforcer in her place.
"Like you have the meow meow Gordo."
Fiona would be emotionally scarred from this. The small but very real sibling rivalry with her baby sister. The facts were facts. Fiona and Abigail had two different outlooks when thinking about sex.
He imagined her flipping him off with her bitchy pug like face. She'll say "sit on it and fucking rotate"
Yeah that's how Tim would get her. And he had peace in his own mind for a split second. Up until he pseudo Fiona said
So Tim is getting impatient and doesnlt know what to say to Criss. He want’s to stay at Criss’s pad but he hardly even knows the guy. He really wanted to get in Abigails panties. It had been a month since the quicky experience with his girl. Nothing he could really do about it now. Best chance was to hope Abigail was in a better mood and wanted to stay out.
Not editing until the story has been sussed out like i want please reach out if your into this and maybe Avid will let me in Amber Bill And Jacks erotic universe of continuity.
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Abigail's phone lit up the back of the uber as rain trickled down the window and glistened in the street lights.
She held her head to the cold glass window as the scattered neon lights flashed passed her. "He always does this." She thought to herself. "This wasn't even last minute and he still didn't bother to not smoke for ONE NIGHT…just one. To come out with me and not let me third wheel like always."
*ping* *ping* *ping*
she finally swung her head off the glass staring down at her phone.
Fee: helloooo.
Fee: where r u???
Fee: R u guys comin??
Fee: Me n Criss started off without you guys so you gotta catchh upp when ur heree.
Fee: hurryyy
Fee: upp.
Abigail let out a deep breath as she quickly typed
Abby: Almost there.
Abby: Just me. Something came up with Tims *** and he had to help him so he couldn't come.
She let out a sigh as she hesitantly pushed send. She couldn't help but lie about her sweetheart's absence.
Saying that he's busier with other stuff is better than saying he smoked too much and is probably passed out. She couldn't stand to hear another night of Fee telling her to get rid of him. She quickly flipped the camera to herself.
Street lights flickered just enough light to see her makeup as they drove past. The dark smokey eyeshadow really brought out that green in her hazel eyes. Her lips in that new nude lipstick Fiona bought for her a couple months back. Her hair straightened. In a tight black dress to match the makeup. Black heels with the lace up straps to match.
She pushed a hand into her bra and made sure to pull her boobs as far up as possible. Suddenly her cleavage looked even more plump than before. She smiled at the camera.
She looked stunning. Her eyes sparkled in the street lights. She quickly dropped the smile and let out a deep breath as the uber started coming to a halt.
"Thanks!" she quickly said while exiting and grabbing a small purse from the seat that she had almost forgotten about. She stumbled across a patch of grass and onto the walkway where she slowly walked up towards Criss' front door. Suddenly another car pulled up on the road side and before she could even knock the door swung open.
"Wow Abby you trying to look hotter than me or something?" A visibly ***** Fiona said as she grinned a big grin looking at her baby sister.
She only even complimented Abby like this when she's had one too many drinks. Half a champagne bottle in hand and some unzipped knee high heel boots, Fiona struggled to step out into the front porch. Despite the staggering and clumsiness, Abby still thought her sister looked good. She wore a dark red lipstick, brown eyeshadow with a winged eyeliner. A tight bright red dress that barely covered her ass. She looked incredible.
Criss also walked out the door with smoke in hand. She knew the look on his face all too well. His red eyes gave him away.
"Hey." He croaked in a basketball jersey with jeans and a set of fresh sneakers.
"Hi." She said before turning her attention to her sister's boots.
"How much did you even drink?" She questioned her sister as she struggled to stand up straight.
"Shhhshhshhhh dont worry abouut itt" slurred Fiona"WE'RE COMING WAIIITT" she shouted at the uber who was still idle on the street.
As Abby crouched and zipped Fee’s second boot all the way up she saw the red skirt ride up ever so slightly and briefly reveal that she was not wearing a thong. Fiona drunkenly pulled her skirt down not even realizing how much she had just exposed herself. Criss too out of it to even be paying attention. "Drink this in the uber lets goo" Fiona said, handing over the half bottle of champagne as she heavily stepped towards the uber. Criss following her. Abby looked at the bottle and with almost no hesitation threw it in the tall grass..
The uber ride was pretty much Fiona asking the uber driver questions from the backseat with Fiona barely making a sound. Criss letting out a little chucked and a "yeah" every now and then
15 minutes later
"We're here." Faint hiphop music could be heard from outside as they saw a long line turn the corner from the entrance to the club. There were so many people. Fee's eyes lit up at the line. "I knew we should've come earlier, look at that line, i know the show was sold out but i didn't know it would be this bad."
The event was an 18 and over event. One night only. Local artists were there to get the night started for the main event. The Weeknd was in town and was going to do an hour-long show at the end of the night. There was so much hype with other artists like doja cat and maybe ariana grande potentially doing a surprise feature. All hearsay but the tickets sold out instantly. Criss, Fee and Abby quickly rushed into line. The crowd roared inside the club as the many still waiting in the line started getting restless. Suddenly a heavy rain crashed down. Everyone in the line pushed themselves close to the wall so the thick line of people could fit under the long awning that was propped up along side the building. Suddenly Abby found herself touching the people in front of her. And to the side of her too. There was just enough room to move a little but barely in the dense line of people.
She looked behind and saw Fiona with her arms around Criss as she leaned in for a drunken kiss. Abby quickly turned around pretending not to watch them as she couldn't help but think about Tim and how lonely she felt with him not coming. Suddenly she felt a hand grope her ass. She quickly turned her head to the left but that guy had his back facing her. And to her right. Was a couple of girls laughing chatting up the guys in front of them. She felt the hand again. This time it touched her waist, and followed around the back of her waist down to her ass. She froze in her place as the hand continued down. She felt the fingers slide under dress and quickly turned behind her to see Fee still locking lips with Criss... Fee’s eyes were closed as criss opened his eyes a little to give Abby a quick glance before closing his eyes again. "Was criss touching me?? While kissing my sister?" She thought to herself... she noticed only his head was turned and as the rain got heavier the crowd pushed together closer... suddenly she had criss pressed in against her side. Fiona only briefly stopped kissing criss when the crowd pushed together and went right back at it. Abby could now feel it. A thick long and slightly squishy thing pressing into her upper hip. It was criss' cock! "It's just from kissing Fee and we were pushed together" she thought. As intrusive as the thought she felt a hand on her stomach. This time she looked down and could see it was Criss…
Chapter 1 “Easter Dress”
At eighteen years old Abigail St.Pierre had a soft professional face, like a caring mother or teacher, but with the curves of a pornstar. She stood at 5’7, almost as tall as the other boys. It helped that her body had the figure of a pornstar, breasts not to large just normal, but her ass, was so thick and bubbly, every single man stared when she walked.
Imagine all the older parents wanting her for their sons. She's probably always getting told "i've got a handsome son, you'd just love him. I'd love to introduce you to
She walks into the church and instantly turns a couple heads. It's the easter sermon and the church is more full than normal. Most of the dads that have come with their families sneak a look at her bubble butt as she walks into church. The mums there adore her and always stop to chat a little. The pastor gives her a friendly smile when she looks over to him. She notices he had been looking at her before she was looking at him almost like he was waiting for her to acknowledge him
As she looked back she caught the eyes of a few of the older men looking at her and they quickly tried to look away and pretend they weren't just staring. Unconsciously she shifted her weight onto the one leg. Bending for a second slightly. She knew this made her ass look extra plump making the crease under her ass cheeks more prominent. Almost instantly she heard two of the men behind her cough a little and then try to make conversation with their families to distract themselves. Nobody wants to hide a boner in church
Abigail finally takes her seat in one of the aisles. She unknowingly gets seated to the left of one of the older dads. Her mother next to her and her father next to her mother. The older gentleman despite being with his ****** used the opportunity to pretend as though he's making room for her. Acknowledging her presence with a slight nod and smile as his eyes drifted to the blouse that was cut right above her cleavage. She looked so innocent. A silver chain with a heart pendant adorning her neck and flowing over her collar bones. The long skirt she wore cut just at the knee and although it was loose and flowy it hung heavy against her body. Hugging the curves of her bubble butt. The olde gentleman noticed and proceeded to look away
As she sat down her skirt rode up her thigh a little. She could see out of the corner of her eye the older man looking down at her exposed lower thigh and she pulled the skirt over her knee. The pastor started his easter preach. As the man next to Abigail quickly started adjusting his seating position as he tried to find comfort by tugging at his church pants which pressed into his crotch a little too tightly now. Abigail could no longer focus on the pastor. Suddenly everyone arose and prepared to sing songs. As the hall fell quiet the organ started to play. Voices flood the hall in harmony as Abby tries to focus on the song. She looked down to read the words but her neighbor's hand moving towards his crotch caught her attention. As she peeped at him from her peripherals she noticed he was trying to hide a noticeable bulge with the pamphlet from his wife and children. Not that they would be looking there during church.
Suddenly the hall fell quiet again in a thunderous wave of people finding their seats once more. She noticed her skirt had climbed her leg again and she almost smiled to herself. She pretended as though she didn't notice while everyone waited for the pastor to proceed. The man next to her was sitting a little more wide legged than before. He seemed less restless. She pretended to fix her hair and tilted her head towards him to sneak a peek at his crotch. Her eyes widened as she saw a thick shaft climbing his thigh as he loosely held a pamphlet over his bulging member. She looked up and noticed he was looking at her from the side of his eye. Abby quickly turned her head pretending she saw nothing, but was able to catch a slight smirk on his face.
"He's in church.... here with his ******... what is he thinking?!" She thought to herself as if that didn't also apply to her too.
Suddenly the man adjusted his seating rather quickly. He placed a hand on either side of him to prop himself up a little bit. Abby felt his hand tug at the dress a little more revealing a little more of her thigh. He made it seem like an accident as it sent a shock wave though her body. She definitely was not expecting that. She looked back over out of the corner of her eye and noticed the hand that had tugged at her skirt now rested over his bulging cock. She could see him moving his index finger along the underside of the head which was very visibly outlined on his church pants.
It was a clear crisp day that easter. Tim was recently coming off a nasty weekend of having his lips sealed to the tip of his friend's expensive water bong. He dribbled the basketball back and forth under his legs looking down at the floor in front of him. Focusing on finding a happy medium of not trying too hard to maneuver the ball under and around him. He knew people would wonder why he was with Abigail listening to the easter sermon, but he didnt care.
Tim had on a pink polo oxford untucked and some boot cut jeans on.All white kicks that had picked up a couple scuffs since purchasing them. He had in the past worn his suit on Easter but he was no longer enamored with the pageantry as he used to be.
Tim dribbled the ball across the empty court transfixed on the floor in front of him. He would shoot once at the 3 point line, rebound then walk towards the opposite goal. All the trying while not breaking a sweat.
He heard a loud crackle come from the hall to the gym. It was his girlfriend's sister Fiona. He could tell by her laugh that she was with at least one of guy she was fucking at the time. She walked in the gym and spotted Tim immediately. Fiona was tall at 6 ft even. And carried around her weight knowing she was built like a Dodge Ram. And despite her enforcer attitude she could dress up, put on some makeup and pull off a very Bella-esqu appearance. If Abby was the ballet spinner, then Fiona danced the samba. She wasn't then one man type but was still a tad bit jealous of the two sweethearts..or so tim thought.
In fact she didn't give a shit about her baby sisters boyfriend, she loathed him from the day he spit in her direction. Everything about him came off as fake and pathetic. Add that to the fact that he was a total square around Abigail. She knew he was getting blitzed with his neighborhood cronies but was to uninterested to step outside his own little world
She was always in bell bottom jeans and a shirt that made sure to show off her mammoth Double D sized breast. Alongside her was Criss, a tall lanky guy a couple grades ahead of Tim that graduated and was in college now. The guy played ball but really hated the stereo type.
“Let’s hang out, see if we can make him talk.” The older of the Pierre girls punched the vending, frustrated. She Looks at Tim.
“Why?” she squinted at Criss not getting it quite yet.
“I wanna see if he can handle his weed.”
The next couple of minutes the three hung out in the gym as Tim played basketball uninterested with the older of the Pierre girls, per usual for the situation.. She would play defense on Tim and got into a 3 point stance blocking Tim from dribbling towards the floor. The extra playful pepp in her step put the moody Tim off.
“Ha what are you doing?.” he feigned the worst attempt to appease her with a laugh.
“HAHA.” she taunted him “Cmon bro get past me?” she said mockingly while getting up close enough for her bazongas to make tim uncomfortable. Tim caught a whiff of the marlboros she smoked before sneaking into the church premises for the exact same reasons as Tim.
“Stop. My knee is really sore today. Seriously.”
“Pfff You always have an excuse, dude.'' Her brash response caught Tim off guard. As the two waited for Tim to respond. But he never did. You could feel the fun in the gym deflate as Tim just dribbled away slowly. Fioana took notice of Tims flat ass.
“What..”
“A..”
“PUSSY..”
Fiona gets Tim somewhat talking about his upcoming situation with her sister “So you know she is going to out of state school..So, uhh what are you gonna do.” Tim just Feeks up another shot banging off the iron. Fiona was digging her claws into his back. He turned half way around.
“I might get a job at the factory there but most likely, take some classes with her.” while doing his best impression of someone that has a plan.
“You're just going to follow my sister out of state.. to a town where you don't know anyone. I’m not sure you want to do that Tim.” she feigned her hesitancy “Seems to me that it's a bit like you're putting your eggs in one basket.”
“What's that even mean?” tim tosses up another brick unconsciously deflecting
“I just don't get why you would pack up and follow her stank butt to that podunk town. You won't find any parties worth going to.”
“i dont care.”
“That’s not what I heard.” This peaked Tim’s interest.
“Oh really? What did you hear?” hoping maybe she heard about his clique of friends
“Well..” Fiona paused as if she really shouldn't say anything but couldn't help herself “Someone told me that your group was a bunch of crazy party boys. Sneaking into bars with fake ID’s, making prank videos of you guys streaking through wal-mart.. Bashing in that rich kid's mom's windshield.” Tim was unsure of how she knew that story but if she knew that much.. What else did she know?
“I think that it's actually pretty cool that you guys egg houses and bash mail boxes. That’s old school. Maybe next time you go you will call me.”
Criss sat on the empty bleachers texting on his phone shaking his head after hearing her attempt to sound sincere. “bitch is so fake..” while flipping through his phones os
“So.. you dont think that its..fucked up?” Tim stuck out his chest a bit
“I dont think it’s fucked..up.” Her brow lifted seductivly “I’m impressed kid.” Realizing that she finally had his full attention. “And, don’t worry about Abigail. She won’t know. Unless you want her to, of course.” She would be somewhat miffed if she found out that Tim was out with his cronies instead of prepping for the move out of the state. “I figured you don't not want her to know everything. Right?”
“well , not exactly..” he was backstepping
“oh, so you're gonna tell her about that?” she asked giddy on the inside
“No..Not yet I guess.”
She smiled and put her hand on his arm assuringly. “Don’t sweat, I got your back.” Then proceeded to name drop a bunch of guys she went out with, if they were at the same parties Tim would go to.
“Nope.. never heard of em..” he began to lie straight to her face.
Then Fiona messaged Abby to tell her that she was in the basketball gym with Tim.
Fee: Here
FEE: can we PLEASE go to brunch now.
Abby got the text from her sister.. thinking "Freak! I gotta go.” And not a second too soon. She excused herself from the pew once the congregation had stood up for the praise and worship part of the service. No one even noticed that she had slipped past except for the man that clearly had other things in mind for her to “get on her knees.”
The man caught a large whiff of her soft perfume as she presented her butt as she squeezed by. He left little room for her as her thigh wedged against his and the back of the pew.
"Oops so sorry." She smiled awkwardly at his kids "Pardon me." Finally swishing past the mother and out the nearest exit door.
It was about a 10 min walk from the sanctuary to the gym. She had to traverse a parking lot and a detour staircase they had set up for construction on new developments. Her gaze was set in thought with a furrowed brow worried that Fiona had told Tim about dancing with Criss during the concert. She thought back to the packed hole in the wall...
*Loud hip-hop bumping heavily in the packed crowd*
"Hey!! Hey! Step back my dude." Criss firmly spun around the guy that had been slowly but surely trying to freak on Abby's bump throughout the night. The scrawny looking white boy slung his head around terrified by the 6’3 goonish stick-man. "This girl is like my little sister, so walk your ass back over to the wall over there and post up." Speaking as clearly as he could. His difficulty to communicate clearly due to his slight speech impediment was a problem for Criss growing up but when he was pissed it didn't matter.
If it wasn't for Criss, Abby would have said nothing to the guy trying to start a bump and grind. She smiled at the boy and acted sorry for the intrusion.
Criss joked a bit more, "Don't worry, buddy there's plenty of tail in here tonight.. Just not this one." As if it was any consolation.
The thudding bass switched into another head nodding banger as the slight debacle had just ended. The hypnotic effect of the music change made it so that it never even happened. Abbigail just bounced her on one hip as criss split in between the two sisters so they both had someone to vibe with. As not to interrupt the vibe Abigail didn't miss a beat maneuvering around Fiona letting Criss engulf her for the moment. Abigail getting pushed closer to criss by the crowd. She shook he ass barely on his leg. On the other leg Fiona was straddling his leg putting her face his chest looking up for the kiss.
Abigail knew that criss was grabbing her hips with one hand to keep her close but was to keep her close or to feel her gyrate on his body. She said fuck it and decided to let the show be just that. A show. She nodded her head when the artist told her to nod her head. She bounced her ass when the song to bounce it like a basketball. The artist on the stage told the ladies in the club to make that ass bounce like spalding. Abby turned around and asked criss “who is spawl-deen?” Criss miffed because he couldnt hear the bubbly girl try to yell over the music.
“Pfff, Spalding is a type of basketball girl. Making your booty bounce like a basketball.”
“oooOooOo.” abigail creuoned
“You're too funny girl.” Criss laughed
“So does this count?” she took what space she could to show off her moves with the crowd of guys forming a small circle. Her start was always the same move with her swinging hips until they found the right balance to bend over and drop butt up and down to the track playing untill adjusting to put her hands on her knees. Her knees buckled in and out as her ass shook right in front of her sister and her boyfriend. Fiona cheered on her sister clinging to her boyfriend. Then aby stopped and stood up right and bow legged locking her legs waiting for criss’s answer.
“Yeah i think you got it.” followed by a wink. She beamed and fiona pulled her back over to her as the two danced together showing off their moves. Fiona showing off then Abby mimicking the same move but better. Having so much fun and really not caring about Tim at the moment.
The Pierre sisters both looked like they were back. Before Tim took the title holder of best friend from Fiona. Fiona would eventually grabbed criss by the neck and started dancing. And Abigail grabbed the nearest guy letting him put his arm around her waist.
Abigail pushes the metal door open to the gym where the boys are shooting hoops. Fee is sitting on the retractable bleachers "What's going on?" Abby says not expecting to see Tim. "Oh nothing much I'm soooo boreddd, ohhh we should play truth or dare!!"
"What, NoooOoo..you said brunch!"
"Oh, pffff. Don't be such a joykill. Baaabbee come let's play truth or dare the four of us." Fee shouts at the boys. Criss goes along with it and the fact that Abby already looks like she's in makes Tim feel like he has to play.
They hug. "Hey babe", "hey." ... "what no kiss?? You two are laaammee" Fee says to tim and Abby "Let's start this off properly, i'll go first. Tim I dare you to greet your girlfriend properly with a kiss. What is wrong with you?"
Seeing criss snicker a little and try to cover his laughter makes Tim feel like she should comply. Giving Abby a peck on the lips. "There..you happy? we just have some manners for people around us..." Tim says somewhat backhandedly.
"Suddenly he has manners." Fee cackles with laughter. "I'm joking... but seriously who's next... Abby your turn!"
Abby looks around in the empty gym and dares, she releases a sigh annoyed that she has to take part. "Ok I'm Criss I dare you to dunk the ball." Thinking he can't thus ending the game.
Criss isn't really one to show off. He in fact hates playing pick up games as a victim of his own height. " I don't think I can dunk anymore Abigail. Maybe..but I don't know."
Criss reaches under his sweater pulling it thusly over his head. "I mean if I have two." Making it look like he was gonna let Tim give him a pass but walks to another ball.
He bounces the ball lightly then two hard dribbles that echo off the emptiness, showing just how alone they are.
Woosh! Clang! Making it look like he hardly had to try dunks all over the goal Tim had been shooting on.
Criss grew up with a single mother and was the man of the house at an early age. Instead of going out with his friends he was more of a latchkey kid growing up. He spoke very little in public, maybe because of his slight speech impediment. He learned quickly in life that you don't have to speak to be noticed. This was a turn on to most girls because they saw his meek default personality juxtaposed with his tall lanky f******* frame.
He was made fun of a lot in high school for being the quote unquote wigger of his class which never really bothered him.
Fiona tries to get Criss to steal the ball from her and he finally does some defense but not enough before she barrels down the lane like a big dork laying it up and missing but acting like she made it.
"Whew!! Ok who's next. I'm not trying to sit in that service. I'll fall asleep." Abby is miles from letting this go more than one full round and is trying to get back in service with her boyfriend in hand this time.``
Abby Let out an annoyed sigh that meant for him to hug her. He was still unsure if she was going to be upset about last night's disappearing act he pulled.
While she was unsure of how he got to church that morning, not much else mattered now he was with her.
Abigail, still holding her purse showing no signs of sitting down with out the affection of her boyfriend.
She brushed straight with her hand her flowy sundress from getting wrapped up in her legs. And thought about sitting. Tim was watching Fiona and Criss debate where they were headed after brunch.
Tim had Abigail near him and felt her hand interlock with his perfectly “Tiimmm.” She whined inaudibly goin up and down in pitch. She then bumped closely with Tim waiting for his full undivided attention. She was unconsciously tamping her foot to the floor over and over. Then Tim said those three words that she wanted to here for the rest of her life. “I love you."
" I'm sorry about last night but i was stranded without a ride.” He started to wind up for his entire excuse pitch. “But it wasn’t my fa..”
need a a mother fucker to role-play as my big sisters big bad boyfriend. and you and her show up to Easter Sunday to play a little truth or dare. my bf doesn't stand a chance.
Abigail interrupted with a stifling confident smile “I love you too.” She kissed him for real this time. Not because she was dare to but because she truly missed having her Timmy for one night.
Criss “cmon girl let's just head back to my apartment."
Fiona just smiled and made a move to grab her keys like she was going to leave. The two walked out to leave in her car but then returned shortly after realizing that the early service just let out and the mega church parking lot would be grid locked at least for 45 min.
“Might as well just wait it out with you guys.” Obviously talking about the way the were be lovey dovey again with each other.
“You look good.” Abigail said "people say that only a real man can pull of the color pink."
"Hey we just got a bunch of cool pink shirts in at work. Would you want me to buy you a couple." Abigail knew Tim didn't want her to spend her money that she worked for on him "I think I can get for you at 60 percent off since I work at the mall."
“Please dont buy any of those shirts.” Knowing that eventually he would let her if she pushed him to let her
“You never let me buy you anything. We get cool stuff in all the time that would look so good on.” she was overpowering him “You need some knew shirts babe. Please let me buy them. When you really think about it’s like buying clothes at old navy or target prices.”
“I cant stop you, can I?” he said
“Nuh’uh” she said biting her finger tip playfully.
Tim didn't know what to say... He didn't really grasp the fact that It was a shirt Abigail could wear after his scent had soaked into the fabric. Tim was never allowed to stay the night and at least she could sleep with the shirt that had his scent and cologne she loved so much.
“I won't buy it it your not gonna wear it "
"I mean.." he trailer off
" Ok good I'll get you the pink one and the really tight one that will make your arms pop" running her hand up his arms up until the armpit where she slouched into him with a hug."
She buried her face in his shoulders to hide her naughty side from showing any further embarrassment . Tim jussed wrapped his arm around the bubbly brunette. Kissing her on the head. Taking in a long breath of her sweet fragrance from her shampoo. The way she hid herself into Tim made him feel strong and needed. Like this was all he deserved in life.
Criss and Fiona watched the highschool sweethearts, “.” thought criss.
“Ughhh '' Fiona took initiative on the day's math, perusal. ``How about we hang out in the chapel hall until traffic disappears after the second service starts. Then me and criss can go eat. And Abigail? You and Tim can go to that service together.”
Tim doing the math in his head already knew they would have an hour and some change that they would have to burn in the emptied out in the emptied facilities. Tim had been with Abigail night and day for the past couple of months but there was very little time for them to be alone.
“You can practice piano scales in the choir room.” Abby said with finality. Tim was hoping to sneak off private.
“Ughh fine go run off together, Again..” Fiona laid it on thick then made a sad face. In which Abigail just rolled her eyes like whatever. Tims dick still had a chance.
Criss was already “over” the entire day as it was just his main mission to get through it and back to his Mom's condo. Getting out of the stuffy oxford and those lousy pleated khakis. His mom would be staying with her new boyfriends beach house. He would have the entire month on his own. He looked at this Easter Sunday with Fiona as his penents before living his best life.
Fiona meanwhile was ready to crash at his pad.
Tim was used to being around guys like Criss. They would come to the Pierre’s to meet her parents, then he wouldnt see or hear from them ever again. Tim felt bad for her at that moment. Abigail is so much hotter than her sister, but she did have her moments.
Tim looks up from Abigail and sees Fiona stand up from the bleachers, her tits bounced off her chest slightly. He could practically hear the sound of her under boobs cracking against her chest back down Whap! Both of her tits were trying to get out from behind her thin shirt, and just hung there like tow water balloons. Her shirt was doing a really bad job of keeping them contained. They were always right in his line of sight. He was watching her tits bounce without really watching them.
Her tits looked particularly ripe. Add that to the fact he had Abigail's perfect caboose attached to his hip at the moment, all he could think about was taking her to a bed or couch somewhere.
Abbigail pulled at Tim's shirt collar for a longer kiss than either of the two expected. Last night did happen and that was on both of their minds. Would Abbigail tell Tim how she had her skin tight skirt hiked up over her thighs with criss planted right behind her grinding all over her for many songs.
Fiona stretched her arms back and jumped lightly on the balls of her feet. Her Double Ds shook firmly on her broad upper body. "Hmmmmmm hmph hmph hmph." She thought of last night's blur and just wanted to find a dark room with air conditioning. The crowds from the earlier service and later service were now beginning to cause a giant tizzy.
Criss had his sweater in his hand and was looking to the girls on where their next move would be
Tim held Abigail afraid that if he let go of her she would want to ask questions on why he didn't at least call her last night. " Fuck baby, you smell like a spring flower. I want to be a sneaky little bee and steal some of the sticky pollen." He knew she would could a kick out of his pun
Abigail frowned at the cringe factor, but loved that he was at least trying. She looked at the door to the opening of the gym. "Do you want to wait outside?"
"I'd rather wait on the couches." He referred to the Students Lounge where they had their first real kiss.
"Well..um..That's fine but no dozing off. You keep falling asleep leaving me by my self." Abigail declared after thinking twice about if anyone saw them it would look like they were secluding themselves.
"I promise," he said. And with that Abigail took Tim by the hand and Tim followed her up stairs above the gym to the empty lounge. The lights were all off and some window light illuminated the upper floor. The cafe chairs were staked on the table tops. No one had even used the counter tops for earlier services.
Abigail looked around the room knowing Tim was happy. "Ok now where."
Tim pointed to the small prayer room that was where the stored the old couches lining the walls giving it a more cramped secluded feel.
"NooooOOoo?" Not wanting people anyone that passed by to assume the worst of her
Abigail's dress was now being hit by a ray of sun coming from the one window. She felt the warmth of it splash her calf and ankle. Tim looked at her contemplating on just headed back to another service and leaving halfway for brunch.
Fiona and criss just walked up and went right into the small annexed side room. Tim looked at Abigail like "can we go in now." And Abigail gave him her hand to talk again. Fiona and Chris picked two lounge chairs that faced next to each other.
Abigail and Tim sat on the giant leather sofa that lined the one side of the one time office. He had already snuck his hand around his baby girl's soft waist. Her skin was already sensitive from the cool April weather. He looked down and saw her goose pimples on the stomach show. She just curled into him for warmth. Yep life for Tim right then couldn't have gotten much better, feeling the pale skin of Abigail, having her reciprocate his touch with a big wet smooch. She spared no expense to real it sell it infront of Fiona and Criss. Aggressively pushing tim back hard on the couch. When he tried to get his back off she would just push him down smothering him with a million kisses, She was hardly able to contain her laughter as the two across the room watched her rag doll her boyfriend into the arm of the couch.
Something happened to Abigail when she kicked into that second level of horse play with her boyfriend. They were best buds and it really showed whenever Tim and her got into. Hand slaps, never ending games of mercy, all night wrestling matches that didn end untill Abigail’s hair was strewn all over the place and Tim’s shirt collar almost ripped apart. Most of the time Tim never let it go too far. He was raised that under any circumstance a man should never hurt a woman. Abigail would have to be restrained until she was held renderless to his strength. Next thing you know she promises to stop the onslaught, only to attack the second she is released from her restraints.
Tim loved the aura that surrounded her when she was lost in the games they played. Her face would get bright red and her accent really showed how backwoods the girl really was. This time she had shoved Tim back into the crease of the couch grabbed his wrist so he could move and just smiled inthe his face. It was a look of sheer dominance. And with Fiona and Criss to see it made it even more sweet.
Tim hadn’t really put up a fight but did try to free his hands from her. Abigail dared him to breakfree. “Cmon.” Tim struggled then tried to slide off the couch but abigail saw this as an opportunity and jumped on top over him before he could slide off to freedom.
“Nuh-uh!” she grunted. Tim was wrapped too tightly in his cotton oxford with his jeans sagging lower everytime he struggled. He eventually gave up. “Eww boy you weak.” Abby said with a deeper voice. Followed by a bi cep flex for the others to see.
Tim tried but was about to lose his pants. He tried to level with his girlfriend looking up at her. All he would receive was a bullish reassertion of recent conquest. “You Weak! Boy! Hahahah”
Criss was watching Abigail flex and posture on Tim. He cheered her on like he was watching WWE Monday Night Raw. “Get his ass.. Get him.” In Abigail’s triumph her butt cleavage spilled out from her low rise jeans. Not only was her thong showing from her crack, he also saw her pale butt from where her tan lines blocked out the sun.
Abigail soon felt a draft on her backside and threw her right hand behind her. Her hand covered up the part of her she knew was exposed to the room. She was embarrassed but it was par for the course at this point.
She slid off Tim over to one side. Stiff, until the rest of her body hit the leather sofa. She laid there catching her breath. Thats when Tim notice Criss smiling.
His eyes were transfixed on her but was making it seem like he wanted Tim to see. Almost as if he was hinting. Like “dude look at your girl. Ass Up dude.”
Tim though, took it as a compliment. “Yeah Mother fucker.. I'm hitting that tonight!”
Abigail gathered herself and sat up bright red in the cheeks and redoing her ponytail after it had fallen apart in the hand fight with tim. “Well, that was fun.” putting a damper on the moment as if she was ready to leave. Criss nodded with the notion.
Tim wasn't jealous. He was surprised at her wild attempt to pin him. “Ha, you didn’t see his face?”
“Umm. No.” She said afraid of what Tim was about to say next.
“I’m pretty sure he saw your thong at least, because he was smiling really big. Right infront of Fiona too.” stumbling over his words.
Abigail apologize anyways. “Do you think Criss saw anything?” With mischievous smirk
Fiona finally fed up pushed that the four go for a walk about until the traffic cleared.
“hey, lets go hang out in the parking lot.” she sat up yanking up her jeans aggressively like a redneck. “This way we can leave as soon as the coast is clear.”
They all agreed and the girls grabbed their bags of church they had changed out of earlier.
“Will you hold?” Abigail asked Tim to carry hers
After they cleared the main group of cars they found them selves back in the parking lot that had been evacuated. Still the outlets led to the front.
Tim looked at the church clock tower. “I’ve always wanted to got to the top of that thing”
Fiona chimed in “what?! We’ve been in there with you.” she looked towards Abigail quizically.
Abigail just shrugged
“Haha ok I'll take you to the top Timmy-boy”
Tim hated when she called him that.. “You coming.” he asked his girlfriend
“Uhh i hate going up there.. Its dangerous..’’ Abby protested
Criss jibed “pfff ok pussy.”
This made tim laugh sharply.. The kind of outburst that would make people think something was wrong with him. You see Tim was a really funny guy but never was he allowed to make Abigail the butt of his jokes..even though she had one of the nicest butts, which is why Tim had gone a full year looking at porn. It had been i real problem that he felt horrible about before dating Abigail. But after confessing to his pastor that i did not feel natural and with the help of Abigail soft touch he had put all of that in the past..
Abigail bucked up “fine. Criss..”aiming daggers with her eyes. “Cmon Timmy.” she reused Fionas wise crack against tim this time.
“Oh uhhh. OK?” the look on his face made Fiona giggle quietly.
After a minute of using an old debit card Fiona jimmy the lock and the steel door swung open. “How the fuck…’’ Tim thought. Then Abigail snuck in the clock tower followed by Tim. They looked straight up and could see the ladder that they would be ascending. Fiona shut the door a locked it.
“Ok so, start climbing.” Fiona said
Tim followed abigails lead. She had her first foot on the ladder about to climb and turned around to Tim “You have to catch me if I fall babe.” Fiona rolled her eyes at her sisters dramitic delivery.
Tim knew the only thing he could do was maybe catch her on his shoulders. “I got you ‘Gilly.” And watched her back muscles work as she started the climb. Her form looked effortless, like she had done this a hundred times..
Tim’s palms sweated perfusly as he gripped the iron the first bar.. he could feel his knees get weak but saw how Abigail had no fear at all. No way could he even hesitate without looking like a big puss face baby.
He started the climb and immediately used a Kung fu grip on each wrung of the ladder. Catching Abigail wasn’t even on his radar anymore. Now it was all about self preservation.
Fiona was next and Criss after smoking a quick cig was last. At about 50ft in the air TIm’s initial fears had left his stomach. There was nothing he could do now.
“Hey Tim?” Fiona spoke up “When was the last time you had your oil checked?”
“Don’t you fucking dare, woman.” Tim knew what was coming and gripped the bar again. Only to have Fiona jab her finger right at Tim poop shoot.
Her and criss thought this was hilarious as there was nothing Tim could do. They could tell he wasn’t going to break his concentration on each wrung up. With each step Fioana kept poking right into tim's asshole.
“Haha ya’ll. SO FUCKING Funny…”
“What are you guys doing?” Asked Abigail
“Nothing.. it’s fine.. almost there.” Tim pushing onward to the top
Abigails jeans slung way down her hips as she reached the top and worked to get her leg up on the top platform. The bright lime green thong was now in plain sight once again. Tim took another mental picture of Abigail's contrasting tan lines.
Tim reached the top. His forearms trembled from deathgripping the whole up. He looked up and immediately realized that the clock tower was on a hill almost doubling its original height when he looked down at the streets below them. There was a large bell that didnt have a dinger in the middle.
The four looked around.
“Ok now what.” said Abigail in a hurried rush to get back down so no one would think she was sneaking out on the service.
“I dare you to pull your pants down and moon the busy parkway below us with your donkey donk.” Fiona said.
Tim piped up “Uhh, ok. We’ll take that dare, but its our turn next.” Abigail turned and grabbed him by the wrist.
“No.” she mouthed
“Cmon Gilly. We will do teams.” he turned to the older couple “we’ll do teams if that’s cool?”
“What do we get if we win?”
“It’s truth or dare.. There isnt a winner.”
“You said we are on teams, right?’’
“Yeah…”
“That would Imply that there are winners and losers. So what do we get when we win.”
“Uhh I dont have any cash on me?”
“Thats fine Tim. I dont want your money anyways”
“What do you want then?”
“Well for starters, not your money. I want you to wash my car, clean my apartment. Do my laundry. That kind of stuff.” she said lightly.
“I mean i dont plan on losing so…”
“Tim! Don’t.. This isn’t right.” Abigail pleaded
“Cmon we got this babe. Ok?” He turned back to Fiona “When WE win You have to chauffeur me and Gilly for the night.”
Fiona was sitting indian style and criss sat next to her proping his hands behind him.
“Well.. we are waiting.. Butts up facing the cars down there..”
“No way. We lose..” abigail barked
“No we don’t.'' Tim jested Fiona just stared at Tim as if she couldn’t careless. He pulled Abigial to the side “no one is going to see us and if anyone did we are so high up no one will know its you.”
“Im not doing that” abigail tensed her body finally and reached for her belt to protect it.
“Just think about it, We can stay out alllll niiiiighttt…” he paused to give her time to think. “..by the river... cuddled up in a blanket. In the cool air.”
“Oh..” She thought for a second what he was leading to “OH! Then maybe thats worth it.”
Criss spoke softly “What if me and Tim didnt watch. We will turn our backs and Fiona will watch since it was her dumb idea.” Tim was already unbuckleing his belt “what the fuck are you doing?”
“The dare.” I said
Fiona laughed and leveled the kid “ don’t worry buddy boy, nobody wants to see your SASQUATCH butt. Ha ha”
Fiona knew that she hit a nerve and was smiling on the inside while wearing that disgusted look on the outside. She stared at Tim, almost daring him into a blinking contest.
Abigail meanwhile had her jeans half way down “ the sooner i do it, the quicker it will be over” she thought. Tim looked over. This brought him out of it.
Tim had fooled around with Abigail hundreds of times but Abigail's ass had never looked so damn nice. The bubble-butt that he knew was now being graced by sun light and her shirt was even hiked up a little. Her lower back postured into her hips bent now in an awkward position, showing her ass to the traffic a couple stories below them passing on the busy parkway.
Tim was next to her and could see her butt cheeks dripping in sunlight. Her thong was the only article providing modesty. And, my god! Her tan lines clearly showed where her bikini would have been. The pale skin called his eyes to their full attention.
Fiona wanted nothing more than to push tim of the edge of the cliff and the look on his face. She smiled at the thought.
Abigail counted in her head down from 10. From Criss’s angle he saw Abigails face, her soft hair just kissing the tips of her nose as she bent forward with that embarrassed face. There were no railings at the top of the clock tower. So Criss offered his lanky arm to anchor her if needed
Criss leaned his head to one side to see behind her a tiny bit. He was shocked to see how her thong was swallowed up in the crack of her soft pale cheeks. Both boys enamored by her soft bump.
“Okay Gilly. It’s been a minute. Gosh!” Fiona was annoyed
Tim walked near to give Abigail support but she was already moving forward away from the cliff and stumbled into him. “Hurry, move, move!” She rushed him until she was sitting safely in the center of the platform.
She zipped her jeans up sucking in to get her jeans to button once again.
“OK Fioana You’re turn..” Abigail said exasperates from her (S.)“near death” experience
“OK Truth.” Fiona clapped back
“What heck Fiona I almost died and your going with Truth. That's so weak.” Abigail complained
“Haha sorry but thems the rules.”
Abigail huffed once more before thinking of a question. “Ok Fiona how many guys have you slept with since we moved from Gainsborough?’’
Fiona’s jaw dropped. Before looking over at Criss then back to her sister “You’re mean.” She had to think.
“Well there was the guy who was kicked off the football team, AND the guy with bleached tips. AND the skater who worked at the used car lot .” She paused to think.
Abigail was already shocked to here that she had indeed had sex with all those guys in the short time that they had moved to the metro area. It was almost as if her big sister was proud to be a slut.
“Um obviously ..” nodding at Criss, “the telescope.”
“What does ''telescope” mean?” Abigail walked right into the trap.
Criss stopped Fiona from answering telling her to “Shut the fuck up.” And that “You’re always playing too much.” Fiona just stuck her tongue out at him.
Criss peeved off and played the whole thing off by asking “Whose turn?”
“Well, well, look who wants to play now?” Fiona poking fun of her nochaulant fuck buddy.
“I’m just saying y’all ass got me up here on this ledge looking out into the city for what? I wanna hurry this shit up and go. I got shit to do.”
“Like what?” Fiona negged
“Like YOU!. Face down ass up at my condo.” Criss wasnt playing now.
Abigail and Tim were acting as if they were doing anything but listening to Fiona and Criss flirt right in their face. THe tables had turn and while Tim wasn’t too impressed. Abigail was aware that Fiona let guys talk to her that way.
“Can we finish this up at your place Criss.” Abigail breaking the ice. Tim was not used to hearing this tone in Abigail. It was outright and to the point.
“I mean..” Criss looked at Abigails face. How could he say no to that face. “I dont care.” he shrugged as if waiting for Fiona to reject the idea.
Fiona looked at Tim “I dont know.. Who is gonna drop Tim off back at his house?”
Abigail “ No.. I meant both me and Tim.”
Fiona looked at Criss with a big fucked up smile waiting for his reaction “ Yeah, whatever.”
Fiona looked around
“Ok Timmy Two Pair. I dare you to hawk one into the air and catch your lugi back in your mouth.”
“That’s easy.” he said confident as he worked up enough flem from the back of his nasl capacities. “Watch this he said.” in the face of Criss. Using Enough force to spem his snot high enough not to reach the tin roof but almost barely. Then at the apex of it height Tim was ready to track it back into his mouth. That’s when he felt a shock rip through his body hitting his shoulders first then his chest as the blow back shock him abruptly.
“LOOK OUT BOY!” Fiona shook him hard but only for a second until pulling him back from the edge of the terrace.
Consequently tims yellow-green snot rocket hit Abigail right in the middle of her forehead with a snap. “She jumped up and down and started shaking her limp wrist feverishly. Criss was laughing at Tim’s overreaction to the fake push until he really start to break character after seeing Abigail helpless with her eyes crossed looking right where the snot had landed.
“Hey, hey relax. I got you. Criss pulled out a wad of cash and used it as a napkin on Abigails spitted on forehead. His hands grabbed her arms first to keep her still then he lifted her head up like a child, holding the back of her head like an Emt trainee would with someone who had a gash wound. He smeared it off it one quick swipe with the fibrous bill.. A twenty dollar bill.
“EWW Oh my gosh Oh my gosh, that is rank!” The trauma of the bodily fluid left a smell of a dull chest cold even after wiping. After a few drive heaves she lifted her head again and saw Fiona laughing at the beautiful events that had couldnt have been any more fun to watch unfold. Tim was on the ground holding on the floor of the high rise terrace.
“Wow.” Is all Fiona said with a surprised look
Tim wanted to curse at Fiona but knew not to speak that way to a woman so he bit his tongue and played the victim.. That was until Abigail step on his lines. “I can’t believe you actually did that! She wasn’t serious.. We already were going to have the night to ourselves.”
“Wait.. huh.” Was hugging the floor practically until he realised something was his fault. “She pushed ME.” not even aware what was really happening.
There was a second where tim thought about making a push back but thought again. He knew better than to try and steal Gilly's Thunder.
Abigail lifted her shirt up to wipe away any left over spit.
Her posture snapped upright like twisting steel that could breath. Her hips rocked forward then up and put her weight on her heels. Tim was sitting Indian style still looking up at her. Abigail's hips arched up as she tugged against the fabric of her shirt so it would reach her for head where the yellow greenish lugi had smacked her right in the third eye.
The fact that Abigail was so body conscious was not a secret to anyone. The girl wasn't no slouch.
She didn't think it though. Running everyday, nut a lot but enough to break a sweat. The gym three times a week with a personal trainer. And then nightly core workouts customized for her by her lunkhead uncles. And it showed in that instance.
Abigail never tried to get Tim to join her at the gym but she would make subtle hints by buying him Xs shirts that made it look like he filled out his shirts more. Tim would hit the gym hard every once and while but it wouldn't matter because he didn't know that the harder you push in the gym the more protein you have to eat. He would constantly be in a deficite by crash dieting trying to look more slim.
Anyways... Looking up at the tall brunette Tim felt like he was looking up at the under boobs of a goddess.
He felt dumb. Like the dumbest son of a bitch that ever lived knowing his disgusting flem had graced her motherly face.
Meanwhile criss jerked his cock a couple times adjusting the hidden snake under his pleated khakis.
Fiona was much more curvier than her sister. At 6 ft tall she really could pack a punch. She owned it. Hooking up with the heavier St.Peire girl was something Tim had thought about time to time. Not often but there was one fantasy where he and Fiona were hate fucking each other. Tim always getting the best of her in his version.
She had many bad style habits like wearing Uggs with sweats, wearing a black thong in yoga pants that were stretched to the limit, black knee high stiletto boots with a short skirt. Low rise Jean slung tightly under her pooch.
Tim couldn't place a finger on it but he always felt the pull of Fiona fishing for compliments. Which he thought was strange because she was always with some new guy.
Some days she was really sweet to her little sisters sweetheart. Others she looked at him with disdain like he was the reason she had a bad day.
Fiona still cackling after making Tim flinch so hard that he fell straight down on his ass. The kicker being Gillie got her pretty forehead splattered with a nauctious lugi.
"No more truth or dare I'm done." Abigail wiping whatever was left on her hands on her shirt showing her disgust.
Fiona agreed "ok just calm down." She stifled her giggle again "It wasn't that bad. Pffff."
"Fi-Ona!!" Abigail whined pleading for her to stop.
Criss was already climbing down the hatch and Fiona was next. Tim got up and pulled Abigail by the wrist closer to him.
"No. I'm mad at you.." Abigail rolled her eyes
"Babe I'm sorry.. Will you look at me please."
The two connected again and Tim confessed how he had dreamed of being up in the clock tower to take in the view with her. She smiled and they looked out over the city for a moment. It was nice. That was until Tim went in for a kiss.. Abigail dry heaved at the thought of kissing the origin of that putrid snotty saliva. "Huuah!" her stomach tied up in a knot.
"Sorry um.. Let's just get outta here... Huuuahh I can't be here right now."
"Oh.. Yeah good idea."
Criss was the first one to reach the ground floor and looked up and to his surprise could see clearly both St.piere girls butt cleavage with a pair of things peaking out. Fiona wore a red g string and Abigail's bikini cut striped panties. Criss was unknowingly cranking his cock until it was fully torqued under his slacks.
He wetted his lips then watched Fiona touch down. She hiked her jeans back up. A constant struggle for her due to her curves. She pushed her hair back and tied it in a bun quickly before pushing criss out of her way with a defiant smile.
"Damn girl, you always tryna test me." Criss scoffed
"Cmon I'm hungry as shit." Fiona said
"I thought you was on that diet?" Criss grabbed slipped his hand deep in the crease of where her thigh and ass cheeks meet. Her lifted a healthy amount of Fiona's weight.
"Crisss!! My sister is watching!" She said in a hushed manner
"Do I look like I give a fuck? I'm gonna show you when we get to my dads condo. I don't play girl." Criss' tone was not the same as before.
Fiona loved getting this kind of response from Mr.Telescope. It was one thing to put a dress shirt and play the part for Fiona as long as she was going to give him the full treatment back at the crib. Just a small amount of work for Fiona's pussy. Even though he would still hit even if he had stayed in bed this Easter Sunday.
Fiona got down from the latter and made her way immediately to the nearest restroom, almost running. She pushed Fiona and criss aside and disappeared in to the woman's bathroom for some time.
Waiting outside by their respective cars Fiona asked if he needed her to take him home since his ****** would probably want him home for a gathering and now that Abigail was sick to her stomach.
"No. I'll figure it out."
"Good because criss lives close by and I'm gonna be getting tipsy, so figure it out son." Her upbeat tone never wavered. She was clearly trying to aggravate tim in a unwavering front .in some capacity. She had never seen Tim show any real attitude. She wasn't going to drop the act until he had become totally unhinged.
Tim was in his own head giving her a peace of his own mind. He out pointed her in the pretend argument. He faked a smile at smiled at Fiona like it was all good in the hood.
But it was not all good in the hood at all. The girl had done him dirty on the top terrace of the clocktower.
He was on top of the tower calling her out on all the one night stands, every time he saw her out with the biggest druggies from his highschool. " yep that's right Fiona you owe me for not spreading those rumors!"
She would act dumb replying like she didn't know what he was talking about "what rumors Tim?" She would say definitely
Tim liked his lips preparing to put the enforcer in her place.
"Like you have the meow meow Gordo."
Fiona would be emotionally scarred from this. The small but very real sibling rivalry with her baby sister. The facts were facts. Fiona and Abigail had two different outlooks when thinking about sex.
He imagined her flipping him off with her bitchy pug like face. She'll say "sit on it and fucking rotate"
Yeah that's how Tim would get her. And he had peace in his own mind for a split second. Up until he pseudo Fiona said
So Tim is getting impatient and doesnlt know what to say to Criss. He want’s to stay at Criss’s pad but he hardly even knows the guy. He really wanted to get in Abigails panties. It had been a month since the quicky experience with his girl. Nothing he could really do about it now. Best chance was to hope Abigail was in a better mood and wanted to stay out.
Not editing until the story has been sussed out like i want please reach out if your into this and maybe Avid will let me in Amber Bill And Jacks erotic universe of continuity.
