An Interesting Offer Pt. 07

The package taunted me from Aunt Daisy's coffee table--those C-cup prosthetics begging to be unwrapped. I'd been pacing in her living room, still in yesterday's black silk panties, smooth as hell against my skin, when she snatched the box, grinning wicked.

"C'mon, Brooke--let's get these tits on you," she said.

She ripped it open, the silicone jiggling free--soft, fleshy, a dead ringer for Mom's rack.

I froze, playing it coy.

"Uh, Daisy--you sure about this?" I asked.

"Feels fuckin' weird, sticking boobs on me," I added.

She laughed sharp, grabbing the glue--some salon-grade shit--and waved it off.

"Relax, baby--we can peel 'em off anytime you want, no big deal," she said.

"Trust me, you're gonna love this," she added.

Her eyes gleamed, horny already, and I shrugged.

"Alright, fine--but if I hate it, they're gone," I said.

I hid how bad I wanted it.

She shoved me onto the couch, straddling my thighs in her creamy ivory nightie--chiffon sheer, lilac satin bra flashing underneath--and smeared the glue across my chest, cool and sticky, her fingers teasing my skin.

"Hold still, Brooke," she muttered.

She pressed the first prosthetic on slow, adjusting it--too high, then lower--until it sat perfect, the weight tugging me forward.

"Fuck, that's one," she said.

She smirked, then glued the second, aligning it smoother, her breath hitching as she squeezed them light.

"Look at that--soft, bouncy, fuckin' real," she rasped.

She hopped off to grab a mirror.

I stared--Brooke with tits, jiggling in those silk panties--and muttered.

"Shit, Daisy--this is nuts," I said.

She grinned.

"Nuts and hot as hell," she replied.

"Lemme see 'em in something," she added.

She darted to her dresser, tossing me a lilac satin bra--black lace trim, her size--and I fumbled it on, straps digging in.

"Too tight--your B-cups don't fit," I said.

She frowned, tugging it.

"Damn, you're right--you need a C," she said.

"Like... Skye's size," she added.

Her voice caught, and I played dumb.

"Mom's?" I asked.

"Uh, guess so--what's the plan?" I pressed.

Daisy's grin turned sly.

"We're raiding your place, Brooke--Skye's got bras that'll fit those tits, and I'm making you gorgeous," she said.

She hauled me to her bedroom, plopping me on the vanity stool, makeup kit spilling--brushes, palettes, gloss tubes clattering.

"Sit tight--I'm doing you up right," she said.

She dabbed foundation--smooth ivory, pale like Skye's glow--across my face, blending it slow with a sponge, her breath warm on my cheek.

"Gotta even you out," she muttered.

She smoothed it down my neck, her touch lingering a little.

I shifted in the silk panties, prosthetics heavy, cock twitching as her nightie grazed my arm.

She grabbed a contour stick--warm taupe--and sculpted my cheeks, high and sharp.

"Need some shape here--make those tits pop," she said.

Her hands stayed careful, brushing blush--rosy pink, flirty--over the apples, dusting it light.

"Gives you that glow," she said.

She picked a shimmery champagne eyeshadow, sweeping it across my lids soft, then layering a plum crease, deep and sultry.

"Eyes like that draw 'em in," she added.

She flicked a cat-eye liner--jet-black, thick, winged--her hands steady, focused.

Mascara hit next--thick, black, fanning my lashes wide--and she stepped back, nodding.

"Fuck, Brooke--getting there," she said.

She snatched a coral gloss--sticky, wet--smearing it on my lips, smudging it with her thumb.

"Perfect--soft but sexy," she rasped.

She stared too long, her voice thick.

"Shit, Daisy--I look... different," I said.

I caught the mirror--Brooke was Skye's ghost now, tits and face screaming Mom, and it was freaky-hot.

Daisy bit her lip.

"You're a fuckin' knockout," she said.

"But those tits need Skye's bras--let's hit your place," she added.

She stripped the nightie, pulling on a tight black tank--cotton clinging to her curves--and faded denim cutoffs, lilac panties peeking out.

I tugged on a loose gray tee--cotton soft, hiding the prosthetics--and my charcoal denim shorts over the silk panties, playing it cool.

"Guess I should check in anyway--keep up appearances," I said.

She smirked.

"Perfect excuse," she replied.

"We're borrowing her shit--let's roll," she added.

I followed, pulse hammering--she thinks this is all her, but I've been dying for Mom's closet.

We slipped into my house--quiet, empty, Mom's floral-musk scent thick in the air.

Daisy shut the door soft, whispering.

"Sneaky time, Brooke--don't fuck this up," she said.

I led her upstairs to Mom's room, heart pounding, and pointed at the dresser.

"Bras there, tops in the closet," I said.

"We gotta put it all back exact--she'll notice," I warned.

Daisy nodded, fierce.

"Exactly as it was--folded, hung, no mistakes," she said.

"Let's dig," she added.

She yanked the bra drawer open--silk, satin, lace tumbling out--and tossed me a black satin C-cup, cool and smooth.

"Try it," she said.

Her eyes glinted.

I ditched the tee, hooking it on--the fit was dead-on, cups cradling the prosthetics perfect, satin slick against my skin.

"Fuck, that's it," Daisy breathed.

Her fingers traced the straps, horny as hell.

She pulled another--a sheer ivory bra, floral lace edges, faint whiff of Skye's perfume--and swapped it on me, the fabric whispering over my fake tits, nipples peeking through.

"Goddamn, Brooke--Skye's vibe," she rasped.

She squeezed light.

We hit the closet--Daisy rifling hangers, grabbing a silk camisole in pale blush, soft and slippery, sliding it over my head.

"This is hot--fuck, it's perfect," she said.

The hem teased my thighs.

A teal satin blouse came next--shimmery, unbuttoned--draping over my shoulders, cool and slick, her hands adjusting it slow.

"These too," she said.

She tossed gray thigh-highs--nylon, shimmering--and I rolled them up, the stretch tight, her watching every inch.

A lilac chiffon skirt followed--flowy, barely covering my ass--and she stepped back, panting.

"Fuck, you're her," she said.

I spun, faking a shrug.

"Your crazy idea, Daisy--this is wild," I said.

But my cock throbbed under the silk panties, the sneakiness frying me.

More came out--red lace panties, buttery soft, a cream cashmere sweater hugging my fake tits, a navy velvet dress, plush and tight--Daisy's hands roaming, feeling the fabrics.

"So fuckin' sexy in this," she muttered.

The horniness of it--sneaking, touching Mom's shit--had us buzzing, but she snapped.

"Strip--fold it back exact," she ordered.

"No fuckin' up," she added.

I peeled off slow, her eyes locked on me, folding the camisole crisp, stacking bras precise, hanging the blouse just so, the thrill pulsing hard.

"We're taking some," she said.

She pocketed the ivory bra, red panties, and teal blouse.

"For Will--and us," she explained.

I nodded.

"Yeah, let's bounce," I said.

We slipped out, no trace left, my head spinning with how bad I'd craved this.

Back at Daisy's, we stumbled into her room, the borrowed clothes hitting the bed.

"Fuck, Brooke--you're a goddamn vision," she growled.

She stripped to her lilac panties and bra, tank tossed aside.

I kept Skye's ivory bra and red lace panties, pulling the teal blouse over--unbuttoned, flashing the prosthetics.

She shoved me onto the mattress, climbing on.

"Gonna eat you like a chick, Brooke," she said.

She yanked my panties down, diving between my legs.

Her tongue hit my ass--wet, hot, rimming slow--circling tight, then plunging in, sloppy and deep.

"Fuck, so good," she moaned.

Her spit dripped down my thighs, thick and warm, pooling under me as she licked harder.

"Shit, Daisy--keep going," I groaned.

"Love this ass, niece," she rasped.

She swirled her tongue inside, stretching me, sucking the rim loud--wet slurps echoing as I bucked.

"Fuck, yes!" I cried.

"Take it, Brooke," she growled.

Her hands spread me wide, fingers digging into my cheeks, spit running sticky down my crack, soaking the sheets.

"More--fuck me with it," I begged.

She tongue-fucked me deeper, sloppy and wild, her chin slick with drool, moaning into me as I shook.

"Cum for me, niece," she urged.

She flipped up, straddling my face--her pussy soaked, musky, lips swollen.

"Suck me," she demanded.

I dove in, sucking her clit soft, then hard, tongue flicking fast.

"Yes--suck me, Skye!" she cried.

Her hips ground down, juices smearing my lips, hot and tangy.

"Fuck--what?" I froze--Skye?--but she rolled on.

"Fuck me, niece--oh God!" she moaned.

"Take it," I rasped, sucking deeper.

"More, Brooke--gimme it!" she begged.

Her cum flooded my mouth--hot, slick, gushing over my tongue as I lapped it up, swallowing messy.

"Goddamn--yes," I groaned.

She slid off, panting.

"Ride me, baby," she said.

She straddled me cowgirl-style, sinking onto my cock--her pussy tight, dripping, walls pulsing as she bounced, slow then fast.

"Fuck me hard, niece--yes!" she cried.

Her tits swayed in that bra, nails digging my chest.

"Take it--fuck," I thrust up, slamming deep.

"More, Brooke!" she moaned.

The prosthetics jiggled wild under the blouse, her juices soaking my thighs, running sticky down my balls.

"Harder--niece!" she begged.

I gripped her hips, pounding up, her pussy squelching loud, cum from before mixing with her wetness.

"Fuck--gonna cum," I growled.

She moaned louder.

"More--gimme more, Brooke," she panted.

She rocked frantic, her pussy clenching tight, milking me as I slammed harder.

"Take it all!" I rasped.

She flipped onto her back, legs spread wide.

"Ass now--do it," she ordered.

"Fuck--yes," I lubed up, sliding into her ass slow--tight, hot, stretching around me.

"Yes, niece--fuck my ass deep!" she cried.

"Love this," I groaned, thrusting steady, then hard.

"Harder, Brooke!" she begged.

Her hands clawed the sheets, body arching, tits bouncing as I rammed her, the bed creaking loud.

"Fuck me, niece--yes!" she screamed.

Her ass gripped me like a vise, slick with lube and sweat, her hole pulsing as I drove deeper.

"Take it--fuck," I growled.

"More--gimme it, Brooke!" she whimpered.

I pounded wild, her ass slapping my hips, sticky lube dripping down her crack, pooling on the mattress.

"Here it comes," I groaned.

"Cum for me, niece!" she begged.

I pulled out, cumming hard--thick, hot ropes blasting her tits, splattering messy across the lilac bra, more streaking her chest, dripping gooey down her stomach.

"Fuck--yes!" I rasped.

She grinned wicked.

"So fuckin' hot," she said.

She scooped it with her fingers, licking slow--then lifted her boobs to her lips, sucking my cum off, swallowing loud.

"Fuck, tastes so good, Brooke," she moaned.

"Goddamn--freak," I panted.

We collapsed, sweaty and wrecked, her curled into me, giggling shaky.

"Goddamn, Brooke--you're unreal," she rasped.

"You're a fuckin' freak, Daisy," I smirked.

I kissed her shoulder.

We lay there, tangled in sheets, her warmth heavy, but my brain snagged--"Suck me, Skye," mid-lick, then back to "niece" and "Brooke"--what the hell?

I peeled off, folding the teal blouse neat, stacking the ivory bra and red panties exact.

Daisy snapped.

"Back like we found 'em tomorrow--no screw-ups," she said.

We kept the extras in a bag.

"For Will," she smirked.

I crashed, still buzzing.

Will rolled in next morning, that shy grin wider than usual, his faded blue tee stretched tight over his chest--he looked extra good today, stubble sharp, hair tousled just right.

I'd gone full Brooke--Skye's ivory bra hugging my fake tits, red lace panties clinging tight, teal satin blouse unbuttoned to flash the prosthetics, Daisy's makeup heavy on me--smoky charcoal shadow smudged thick, winged liner slicing sharp, red gloss wet and bloody over my lips, cheeks rouged crimson-high.

She wore her lilac satin robe--slinky, barely tied, slipping off one shoulder--over her bra and panties.

"Let's make it hot today," she muttered.

We knelt on the carpet, rough against my knees.

Daisy started, wrapping her lips around Will's 7-inch cock--thick, veiny, already half-hard--sucking sloppy, spit trailing down her chin as she bobbed.

"Fuck--good," she moaned.

Her tongue flicked the tip loud and wet, drool spilling sticky onto his thighs.

"Take it," she rasped.

I gripped the base, stroking slow, the heat of him pulsing under my fingers.

"Here we go," I muttered.

I leaned in, sucking the head shallow--salty, musky, a little sweeter today--my gloss smearing red along his shaft.

"Like that?" I teased.

Daisy pulled back, grinning.

"Show him, Brooke," she said.

I slid the ivory bra down slow, straps catching on my elbows, the prosthetics bouncing free, nipples perked under Will's stare.

"Fuck, Brooke--those are the best pair of tits I've ever seen," he rasped.

His voice cracked horny, his cock twitching hard in my hand.

"Yeah?" I smirked.

"Watch this," I added.

I took him deeper, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling sloppy around the head, then sliding halfway down.

"Fuck--yes," I groaned.

Spit dripped hot onto my chin, the bra dangling loose as my fake tits swayed with each suck, gloss streaking messy down his length.

"Take it all," he begged.

Daisy dove back in, licking the shaft beside me--her tongue flat, dragging slow.

"Love this," she moaned.

Our spit mixed slick and messy, pooling on his thighs, a sticky puddle forming as she sucked harder.

"Goddamn, ladies--fuckin' perfect," Will groaned.

"Keep going," he panted.

His hips bucked light, and I pushed deeper, jaw aching, sucking hard--hollowing my cheeks, the wet slurp filling the room.

"Fuck--more," I rasped.

Daisy twisted her hand below, pumping fast, spit and precum oozing sticky over her fingers.

"So good," she growled.

My tits jiggled free, brushing his legs.

He stared, panting.

"Those tits--shit, I'm close," he said.

"Cum for us," I urged.

I pulled off, stroking fast with both hands, slick with spit and sweat.

"Fuck--here it is!" he bucked hard.

He came wild, thick ropes blasting my chest--hot, gooey cum splattering across my fake boobs, streaking the ivory bra tangled at my waist, dripping sticky down my skin in heavy globs.

"Fuck--yes!" I groaned.

"More--gimme more," Daisy begged.

Another spurt hit her chin, dripping thick down her neck, pooling in her cleavage as she leaned closer.

"So fuckin' messy," she laughed.

Daisy grinned wicked, leaning in--her tongue darted out, lapping a fat streak of cum off my left tit, slow and teasing.

"Mmm, so good," she moaned.

She sucked it clean, lips brushing my nipple, slurping loud as cum smeared her chin.

"Love this," she rasped.

She licked the right one next, swirling around, scooping every drop--sticky strands stretching from her tongue to my skin.

"Take it all," she purred.

Her eyes locked on mine, horny and wild.

"C'mere, Brooke," she said.

She grabbed my neck, pulling me into a cum-kiss--her lips crashed mine, tongues tangling deep.

"Fuck--yes," I moaned.

We swapped Will's load back and forth--salty-sweet, gooey, sliding slick between us as we moaned into it.

"Taste it," she urged.

Her hands squeezed my cum-slick tits, smearing it sticky over the prosthetics.

"So hot," she gasped.

Will watched, groaning low.

"That's it, be good girls for Daddy and swallow," he said.

"Fuck--okay," I rasped.

We gulped it down together, tongues still flicking, a last sticky string breaking between our lips.

"Goddamn," she panted.

He zipped up, smirking wide.

"Fuck, you two--hottest yet," he said.

As he grabbed his jacket, he tossed over his shoulder.

"Tomorrow, ladies--call me 'Daddy' when you're sucking, got it?" he added.

Daisy wiped her mouth, grinning.

"Sure thing, Daddy," she said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, whatever--see ya," I replied.

He swaggered out we locked the door, giggling shaky.

Back in her room, I stripped to the silk panties.

Daisy folded Skye's clothes precise--ivory bra creased just so, teal blouse hung--and I flopped on the bed, replaying it.

"Suck me, Skye," she'd slipped once--what the fuck was that?