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God, just when I thought my two sisters couldn't get any dumber.
Mom and I were trying to eat a peaceful meal together when Jasmine and Barbie crashed into the kitchen arguing about who had the bigger breasts.
"I was born first!" Dumb 19-year-old Jasmine stuck out her tongue. "That means my breasts are bigger!"
"Nuh uh!" 18-year-old Barbie countered.
Stories Included:
- Mind Controlled & Bimbofied The Police Interrogator
- Bimbofied Mom & Sis Part 1
- Sister Fucking Bimbo Juice!
- Fucking My Two Dumb, Blonde Bimbo Sisters Part 1 & 2
- Turned My Sleepwalking Sister Into A Bimbo Hucow
- Turned My Brother Into A Bimbo, Then Knocked Her Up
Excerpt:
God, just when I thought my two sisters couldn't get any dumber.
Mom and I were trying to eat a peaceful meal together when Jasmine and Barbie crashed into the kitchen arguing about who had the bigger breasts.
"I was born first!" Dumb 19-year-old Jasmine stuck out her tongue. "That means my breasts are bigger!"
"Nuh uh!" 18-year-old Barbie countered. "I'm taller, so that means that my breasts just look smaller."
Mom looked at me and sighed.
Same circus, same clowns, different shit, different day.
I'd got the distinct impression that she'd had enough of that shit.
As the shouting reached epic proportions, mom finally interjected.
"Girls. Girls. There's only one way to properly settle this argument." She looked at me with a devilish grin on her pretty face.
"Oh?" Jasmine haughtily folded her arms under her breasts, pushing them up.
"Yeah, what?"
"You're simply going to have to let your brother decide." She said smugly with a twinkle in her eyes.
"What?" They both shouted in unison.
"But mom!" Barbie protested. "He's...our brother!"
She smiled and looked at me. "Yes, but he's also a guy. One who likes boobs. Right, Mark?" She patted my hand and winked.
I saw exactly where this was going.
"Uh, yes. Very much so. Both of you girls seem to have large, beautiful breasts. It would be a shame if you went your whole lives not knowing whose was larger."
The two dumb blondes looked at each other sceptically. I could see the (slow) gears grinding in their blonde heads and they both shrugged.
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