Dibs: House Guest (Part Two)

Just then Sasha walks in.

“I just met your little pet!” Cassie says, still petting him.

He looks up at Sasha hopefully, expecting her to clear up the misunderstanding. Sasha returns his gaze with disdain. “Oh, he’s not… I mean, I guess he’s kind of our pet.”

“What!” says Brian.

“He’s my step-dad, his name is Brian. He shrank like, a few months ago.”

Unbelievably, Cassie just continues petting him. “Oh, your step-dad! Well he’s just like, adorable! Can I hold him?”

“Wait, what?” starts Brian. “No of course you can’t…”

“Sure, whatever,” says Sasha as she turns around and walks towards the living room.

Before he can say anything else, Cassie’s enormous hand encloses him and she stands up. As she strolls into the living room after Sasha, she swings him carelessly by her side, just under the edge of her skirt. His face keeps grazing against the side of her ass as she walks. He notices with annoyance that she doesn’t bother taking off her pink stilettos before she enters the carpeted living room.

The girls both sit down on the couch and put their feet up on the coffee table. Cassie pins Brian down on her lap and giggles down at him, biting her lip. “You are just too cute! You know, like, I think the name Brian is too serious for a little cutie like you. You should be named something cuter, like… Ooh, I know!” She claps her hands excitedly, almost dropping him into the ravine between her thighs. “You should be called Bunny! I like that better for him. Don’t you think Sasha?”

Sasha chuckles. “Yeah, that’s way better. Let’s go with that.”

“You can’t just change my name!” Brian says, but the girls don’t seem to hear him. Cassie watches with mild interest as Sasha goes through her collection of nail polish, then grabs the remote and turns on the TV. She flips through the channels with one hand and with the other, toys with Brian absentmindedly in her lap; dangling him upside down by his ankle and dragging his face in little circles on her thighs.

“I have other things to do!” says Brian, struggling to escape from Cassie’s lap. But his voice is lost under the volume of the TV. He had plans to go and do some reading tonight, after he ate dinner. How did he end up stuck here instead, being toyed with by some bratty friend of Sasha’s?

“I want the pink one,” Cassie says, and Sasha tosses her a bright-pink tube of nail polish. Cassie turns her smiling attention down to the tiny man in her lap. “Actually,” she says, smacking her lips as she chews her gum, “I think it would be fun if you paint my toenails, Bunny. What do you think?”

Knowing they won’t hear his voice, Brian makes a big show of shaking his head no. Cassie giggles. “It’s so cute that he thinks he has a choice!”

“Brian,” Sasha says in a warning tone.

“Bunny,” Cassie corrects her.

Sasha laughs. “Bunny, Mom put me in charge. You’d better be a good little pet for my friend Cassie.”

Brian starts walking off of Cassie’s lap but she puts her enormous hand in his way.

He yells, “Let me go, I’m not a pet!!!”

“Aww,” Cassie coos. “His little voice is so adorable!” Seemingly just assuming that she’ll get her way, Cassie kicks off her shoes and puts him down on the table in front of her bare feet.

“Bunny,” Sasha says, her tone more serious. “Mom put me in charge while she’s gone. Are you gonna be a good pet for Cassie?” She pauses for a moment, then cocks her head to the side in a sassy gesture, smiling mockingly. “Or do you need to be punished?”

Cassie lights up. “Ooh, can I punish him?”

Brian fumes. “Of course not…!”

“Be my guest,” Sasha says.

Brian backs away frantically as Cassie reaches for him. She could easily snatch him up but instead she playfully knocks him onto his back with a little flick of her finger. She wiggles her fingers like someone choosing a cookie from a dessert plate before picking him up, again dangling him upside down from his ankle. She stands up and puts him down on the couch where she was sitting.

“Ok Bunny, you have two choices,” she says, smiling down at him infuriatingly. “You can be my little pedicurist, or you can be my little seat cushion. Up to you!”

“You can’t just…”

“I know what I’d choose,” she giggles.

“I’m not going to…”

“Okay, time’s up cutie! Seat cushion it is.”

He tries to scramble away but ends up falling onto his back, and watching with horror as she brings her enormous bare ass down on top of him, too fast for him to get away. As her weight slowly settles on him she wiggles her butt side to side, wedging him deep between the taught fleshy walls of her ass cheeks. The musky scent of her is overwhelming in here. He keeps struggling but it gets him nowhere, and he can hear her giggling above him.

“Keep squirming like that, Bunny! I like how it tickles. When you’re ready to be a good boy and paint my toesies, you can let me know by kissing my butt.”

“So what do you wanna do?” says Sasha.

“How about a movie?”

“Sure, what movie?”

Cassie scoots backwards a little, adjusting so that the wet lips of her pussy now settle on top of him. “A long one.”

They both laugh.