Since she still lived with her mother, Kiera was the first to see you guys. Kiera had been napping, and she emerged from her bedroom with her strawberry blonde hair in a ponytail, and wearing a light blue spaghetti-strap night-shirt with a cartoon monkey on it, and a pair of long, dark blue night pants with cartoon bananas on them.
You didn’t realize she was approaching until you heard Jenny exclaim, “Happy birthday, sleepyhead!” You nearly broke your neck looking back at Kiera – her breasts were stretching the fabric of her small nightshirt so much, that the underside of her monsters nearly showed. She was wearing no bra, of course, so her large nipples poked out ominously through her shirt, but she wasn’t showing any cleavage in the high-lying shirt. The night-shirt, which you assume would normally reach to the top of a normal person’s pant line, was pulled up so much by her pendulous tits that it looked like a belly shirt, the bottom couple inches of fabric ruffled out by her stretched tits, making the cotton shirt look almost like a tutu. Your cock instantly began to harden at her sight.
To Jenny’s wish of happy birthday, Kiera simply groaned, heading to the fridge to get an orange juice and retiring to her room. You assume she’s hung over from partying the night before.
“Well, isn’t she a ray of sunshine?” your mother-in-law comments. |