Shellie opened the front door and dragged herself into the house, feeling totally depressed.

She could not believe she had been stood up again!

The guy had seemed so nice, too. And cute! Perhaps too cute for her. Sigh.

She glanced at herself in the mirror in the hallway. Her face was nothing special, perhaps, with a few lingering pimple scars that betrayed her agonizing battle with acne that had mercifully ended a year ago, when she had started college. Nose too thin and long, lips not quite "full" enough, eyes a little too close together. Once below her neck, however, even she could see that she had nothing to be sorry for. Voluptuous, not fat, with hips and thighs that could stop a man in his tracks.

And a pair of enormous torpedoes that would make a breast-loving man drool.

She had been teased about her huge tits through most of high school, and the few guys who seemed genuinely turned on by her chest were either irritating jocks with no brains or equally irritating geeks who would only stare, not making any attempt to get to know her, talk to her. In college the teasing had stopped, but the quality of the available guys did not seem to improve.

The house was quiet. Her parents were out of town for the next several days, taking a little "romantic holiday" at the Ritz-Carlton in Laguna Niguel. Only her younger brother Michael prevented her from having the big house all to herself. Judging by the lack of booming sound effects from his computer's speakers and the latest hack-and-slash game, he must not be home yet, either.

Shellie plopped down on the sofa in the living room, grabbed the TV remote, and began to mindlessly surf the cable channels.

A few minutes later the front door open and Michael walked in. He slammed the door behind him in frustration and stalked over to the other end of the sofa. He sat down so hard that Shellie practically bounced off her end.

"What's the matter, Mike?" she asked him tentatively.

His head was propped up on one arm, and his eyes were closed. "Nothing." It was more a grunt than a word.

Shellie clicked through a dozen more channels before daring to ask the next question, knowing the answer already. My senior prom was just like that...

"Your prom date?"

Another grunt, then her brother seemed to relax, sprawling his arms out and putting his feet up on the coffee table. Good thing Mom is not here to see that! Shellie thought, and suppressed a giggle.

"They both said no. Karen and Melanie. Karen even laughed in my face when I asked. I thought she liked me better than that!"

"I'm sorry," his sister responded, and she meant it. Rejection sucked.

They said nothing more, just sat together on the sofa and watched an old sci-fi movie, followed by a rerun episode of the X-Files. Shellie got up during one of the commercial breaks to heat up some leftover spaghetti for both of them.

Afterward, Michael muttered "good night" to her and quietly went upstairs to his room. She listened for the weird sounds of "Might and Magic VI", but heard nothing. Must have gone right to bed! He really is bummed.

Shellie clicked off the TV and headed up the stairs to her own bedroom. She pulled off her clothes, leaving only her soft, pink panties. Then she pulled on an old, oversize T-shirt that was her favorite nightshirt when the weather was cold.

She lay in bed, underneath the covers, but could not fall asleep. She thought about guys: guys who would not have anything to do with her, guys who she was too shy to even approach. Her hands traveled up her body and inside her shirt, gently caressing. Her tenseness faded quickly as her fingertips reached her big, soft globes. A smile formed on her face as she imagined the fingers were not hers, but those of a nice guy who was lying next to her now, exploring her burgeoning chest with his hands, letting his fingers sink into the soft flesh, circling her delicious nipples with his fingertips, or maybe his tongue...

The horniness quickly grew within her.

Suddenly, without knowing what she was going to do, she got up from her bed, strode silently out of her bedroom and down the hall. She stood in front of a door with a "biohazard warning" sign on it.

Shellie slowly opened the door to her brother's room, and walked in as quietly as she could, gently closing the door behind her. She stood beside Michael's bed and gazed down upon her sleeping brother. His skin had a bluish tint from the light of the bright street lamp outside, streaming through the room's sole window. He slept on his back, with the blankets pulled up to the base of his neck, and his arms at his sides.

On the closet door, positioned so that Michael could gaze upon her from his bed, a bikini-clad and very busty Chloe Vevrier smiled from a large poster. There were still lipstick marks on one of Chloe's barely-restrained breasts, where Shellie had jokingly kissed the poster while teasing her brother about his big-boob posters and magazines a year or so ago. Shellie stared at the luscious model thoughtfully for a minute. Then, with a big smile spreading across her face, she pulled her shirt off over her head.

Her magnificent breasts flopped free and bounced for a moment before settling into their natural torpedo shapes. Each nipple, surrounded by several inches of creamy brown areola, was still erect from her recent fondling. Shellie held them up with her hands and watched them spread and flatten, with soft breastflesh trying to squeeze between her fingers and spill beyond her palms. She looked at the poster, then back down at her own chest. Mine are as nice as hers, and maybe even bigger, she thought proudly. Then, with her massive melons still spread across her palms, she looked down at her sleeping brother again.

I could bury his whole HEAD with these breasts...

Consumed with horniness, the young woman climbed carefully up onto the bed. Straddling the bulge of Michael's hips with her thighs, she planted her hands on either side of his head and let her pleasure mountains hang down above his face. He shifted his position slightly, in response to the inevitable vibrations she caused as she positioned herself above him, but he did not wake up.

But what will he DO with them if he wakes up with them all over his face?

Shellie wondered if they would really turn him on as much as she liked to imagine. So far, she had allowed only one man to see her naked, to touch her, to feel her naked body. That guy paid little attention to her breasts, preferring her legs and the "treasure" between. There had been hardly any foreplay at all, in fact. What a letdown! She still had not experienced the pleasure of someone else playing with and sucking on her tits.

The thought of her nipples being sucked sent another wave of horniness through her, and she responded by lowering her chest slowly. Her nipples brushed past Michael’s cheeks as the bulk of her huge melons settled onto his face and spread all over.

She felt his warm breath quicken against the skin of the narrow valley between her pleasure mountains. His head moved, making his face rub against the titflesh that smothered it. She heard a lusty moan, then she felt his hands press against the sides of her breasts. Fingertips sank deep into soft titflesh as his tongue slid all over her skin between her heavy hangers.

The next moan came from Shellie as her very horny brother grabbed one hanging udder with both hands, slid the nipple in between his parted lips, and sucked it deep into his mouth.

It was even more delightful than she had expected!

The creature beneath Shellie was no longer her brother, but a tit-devouring monster. Her helpless nipple (and surrounding flesh) was stretched, mashed, shoved, and licked inside his mouth as he sucked with lusty abandon. His hands squashed that breast against his face. Fingers kneaded it like bread dough.

Shellie maintained her position over her boob-sucking brother and continued to moan and sigh happily. One part of her mind wondered if he was cognizant of whose breast he was sucking on. She hoped that when he found out, he would not stop. It felt so wonderful!

The sucking and devouring went on and on and on. Her breast was a soft, pliable plaything for its tormentor’s horny desires. After a few more minutes, he finally let go of that one and grabbed her other tit, cramming the nipple and as much tasty titflesh as he could into his mouth with his fingertips.

"Uunnngghhhh…!"

That delicious melon was feasted upon for even longer than the first one. Michael’s lust seemed to grow and grow. His lips were open wide and his cheeks were pulled inward as he sucked on as much of Shellie’s tit as he could shovel into his mouth. His fingers eagerly squeezed it, constantly reshaping it as they shoved it against his face.

Finally he paused, and pulled the breast out of his mouth. He continued to hold it with both hands as he looked up at his sister’s smiling face.

"Uh, it’s not that I’m not enjoying this, but, uh, why?" he said softly.

Shellie thought for a moment. "Well," she replied, "you just seemed so bummed today. I want to do something to cheer you up. And me too!"

One of his hands slid over to grasp her other tit, and he fondled them gently as he stared at them dangling right over his face. He pushed them gently from side to side, watching them swing and bounce.

"You know," he said, "I’ve fantasized about doing this for a long time. Once, I snuck into your room, just to watch you sleep. You had one tit exposed above the blanket. I wanted to lick it so bad!"

His sister giggled, making her boobs quake between his hands. He squeezed them more firmly, sinking his fingers deeper into them.

"Well," she replied, "you have both of them now. What are you going to do with them?"

He continued to stare at them, obvious lust all over his face. His fingers clenched and relaxed, feeling the warmth and softness of the magnificent melons that filled his vision. The nipples pointed slightly outward, to either side of his face, and they moved back and forth as his fingers continued to squeeze and knead.

"I could play with these beauties for another hour," he said.

"No, you couldn’t," she replied teasingly.

"Could too!"

"No way, your hands and mouth would get tired way before that."

"I think I can."

"No way—UNNGGGHHHK!!!"

Michael had slid his hands behind Shellie’s back and shoved her chest against his head, prompting her sudden exclamation. With a mighty heave, he proceeded to roll her over on her back. Then he wrapped his fingers around her flattened tits and shoved them together into a single mountain with two closely spaced peaks. With renewed lust, he crammed both nipples together into his mouth and FEASTED on them.

Shellie smiled and closed her eyes. Her arms slid up toward the headboard to straddle the pillow that supported her head.

Her breasts were no longer hers. They were still physically attached to her body, but ownership had been transferred to the horny breast-devouring creature lying on top of her. She happily gave her breasts to him. Her huge, soft, jiggling, undulating mounds of pleasure were his to knead, squeeze, massage, lick, and SUCK for as long as he wanted. And did he ever WANT! He poured out his entire inventory of ravenous lust upon those beautiful flesh mountains. His hands and lips and tongue were dancing, squeezing, marauding creatures powered by seemingly limitless energy. His fingers closed on her nipples and pulled them, stretched them, lifting her breasts up by them, and his tongue eagerly licked the stretched breastflesh all over. He piled breastflesh into his mouth and munched on it with horny abandon. His hands squeezed them together and let go, squeezed, let go, and he watched her breasts spill and slosh and jiggle, fueling his raging lust for even more DEVOURING!

Her moans and sighs of sheer delight went on and on and on…

Some time later, Shellie’s blissful mind noticed that nothing seemed to be happening to her breasts any more. She felt a mild soreness all over her chest (especially around her still-erect nipples), and a constant pressure against her breasts. She opened her eyes, and saw her brother’s head nestled within her pleasure pillows, with his fingers gently grasping them. His breath blew gently across one nipple in a slow and steady rhythm.

Michael was asleep!

She giggled softly and looked over at the clock on the nightstand. It took a moment for her eyes to focus on it. Almost two AM. Her horny brother had lived up to his boast and then some: he had played with, licked, sucked, munched, had his way with her defenseless breasts for nearly three hours!