chapter 2- hurricane emma (part 4)

“In the fridge. Top shelf.” Paul motioned, as Emma turned toward the fridge, bent over and began digging through the mess of condiment bottles on the top shelf. It’s not like Paul was trying to check Emma out, but her butt was right there. He wanted to know for simply academic purposes if she had the same type of bottom that Claire possessed.

The answer was ‘no.’ Claire’s ass stored a lot of excess fat in her butt cheeks and maintained more of a heart shape. Emma’s butt had more of a bubble-butt look. It had some size to it, but it looked far firmer than his soft girlfriend’s. Paul almost flinched when Emma pulled herself away from the fridge with a large carton of milk in hand. The last thing he wanted was to be caught checking out the ass of his girlfriend’s 26-year-old sister.

“I can’t stand that skim shit.” Emma grumpily revealed, as she unscrewed the cap, brought the bottle to her mouth, heaved the heavy carton of milk upward and proceeded to drink directly out of the carton! Paul felt like his brain was about to explode watching this! Was she marking her territory or something? Was she trying to mess with him? Was she always such a slob??

He had so many questions, but the biggest one had to be why he found her display so difficult to ignore. What she was doing was gross, but oddly attractive. As she made her 4th or 5th loud gulp, Paul’s eyes wandered toward Emma’s rapidly expanding stomach. When she’d walked in her waist had looked like a twig, but after stuffing her face with egg, bread, bacon, cheese, donuts and whole milk she had a pretty obvious food baby bloat going on. If her stomach were any fuller, it might just burst!

He quickly diverted his eyes from Emma’s swollen stomach when she put the carton of milk down with a boisterous, “BBURRRRPPP!!!!”

Wow. Claire had never burped like that in front of him. Emma didn’t even pardon herself. She was smiling?! Was she proud of herself? Paul couldn’t make heads or tails of it, but something did worry him. Maybe it was ogling Emma’s stuffed stomach, or maybe it was the face that she’d made eye contact with him during that burp.. but Paul had a problem brewing beneath the waistband of his baggy pajama pants. A big problem.

“You’ve got milk, but no beer?? You and I are gonna have to do some shopping later. I’ve just been through a breakup. I wanna get DRUNK.” Emma continued, while she acted like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

Paul had no idea how to even respond. He didn’t want to draw attention to himself. He needed a break. A second to collect himself. Unfortunately, a creaky noise from the far hallway dashed his hopes. It was the sound of the old wood floor bending under Claire’s pampered weight. Oh shit, Claire! He’d almost forgotten she’d been sleeping! He needed to get himself under control right away!

“Emma??” Claire’s voice groggily called out from the end of the hallway, as she slowly began to make her way to the main room.

“Claire-bear! You’re up! I was just getting acquainted with your boyfriend!” Emma excitedly belted, as she rushed into the hallway to get a look at her little sister for the first time in over a year. However, what she saw didn’t meet her definition of ‘little.’

As Emma looked over her sister, she tried to recall if Claire had always had such broad hips. She looked so.. wide. And since when had her torso ever been thicker than her thighs? The girly cartoon kitten pajama’s Claire was sporting looked stretched to the limit trying to contain her noticeably fuller figure. Emma couldn’t believe it, Claire looked like she’d ballooned into a chubby behemoth of soft flesh!

Where had all that fat come from?? Claire was always so skinny! She was the skinny sister!! Laura was the fat sister! And she was the hot sister! Claire was totally destroying the dynamic they’d had going on since childhood!! Emma couldn’t censor the first thought that came to her mind, “Oh-my-god what has he been feeding you??”