Roomate's Younger Sister

You couldn't help but cringe when Claire said she would take the couch. Kevin had told everyone he had bought the couch from a thrift store. In reality it was probably a curb find on the local college's move out day. Covered in weird stains and reeking of stale beer, you're pretty sure it was the source of the flea infestation in the apartment you share. It's not like she's your little sister, you thought, even if part of you wondered if you should offer your bed for the night, before realizing that would mean you'd have to sleep on that couch... Not a chance.

Roomate's Younger Sister

You couldn't help but cringe when Claire said she would take the couch. Kevin had told everyone he had bought the couch from a thrift store. In reality it was probably a curb find on the local college's move out day. Covered in weird stains and reeking of stale beer, you're pretty sure it was the source of the flea infestation in the apartment you share. It's not like she's your little sister, you thought, even if part of you wondered if you should offer your bed for the night, before realizing that would mean you'd have to sleep on that couch... Not a chance.

As Claire's plump frame climbed onto the bed, the twin mattress creaked under the weight of her thick thighs. Not caring at all about modesty, she had put on the first clean T-shirt she could find in your room after discarding her dress. With her massive butt pressing back against you now though, she thought maybe she should have found some shorts to cover the tiny panties being gobbled up by her fat cheeks.

"Hey..." she whispered, "I c-couldn't sleep, that couch sucks." She let out an adorable little pout, her full bottom lip still glistening with remnants of her strawberry lip gloss "You don't mind, right?"