Tight & Fit
Marley Quinn
Tight & Fit
by Marley Quinn
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Tight & Fit
by Marley Quinn
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Table of Contents
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Table of Contents
A Note From the Author for the Pearl Clutchers
Vitamin D
Homecoming
I Showed You Mine
Primeval
Scalding
Hormones and Angst
Absurd Taboo
Getting Interesting
Happy Ending
Also by Marley Quinn
A Note From the Author for the Pearl Clutchers
All characters appearing in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old and fully consent to the activities in which they partake.
Vitamin D
Brandon felt a curious mix of emotions wash over him as he made his way up the sidewalk.
On one hand, he had only been gone for a couple of months, so coming home shouldn’t have felt like such a big deal. On the other hand, though, he wasn't exactly the same person who had left at the beginning of summer.
“Hello? Anybody here?” said Brandon, his pulse racing as he eased his way into the living room and set his heavy duffel bag on the floor.
“Brandon? Is that you?” said his stepmother Linda, a huge smile on her face as she bustled out of the kitchen to greet him.
Brandon beamed as she wrapped him up in a bearhug.
“Sorry I couldn’t pick you up from the station,” said Linda after releasing him from her embrace. “Donny called in sick at the last minute, and I had to go in and cover his shift, and...”
“Hey, shh, it’s okay,” said Brandon, smiling as he cut her off. “I spent the whole morning cooped up on a bus, so it was good to be able to stretch my legs.”
“Speaking of which, my word!” said Linda, her eyes wide as she looked him up and down. “You really had a good time at camp, eh?”
“Yeah, it was all right,” said Brandon, his cheeks growing warm.
“Hmm, is that the little twerp I hear?” called out Brandon’s stepsister Jessie from the top of the stairs. “I was wondering when they were going to let you out.”
“Hey, Jessie,” said Brandon, his pulse racing as he saw that she was dressed only in a T-shirt and a pair of panties.
“Holy cow!” gasped Jessie when she finally got a good look at him.
“What?” said Brandon with a goofy grin, knowing full well why she was so shocked.
“Woah,” said Jessie with a low whistle, her gaze hungrily roaming up and down his body. “That fat camp really worked a miracle, huh?”
“It was a fitness camp,” said Linda with a brief scowl. “And I just want to go on record and say that I thought you looked perfectly fine beforehand.”
“Thanks,” said Brandon.
“Um, no he didn’t, Mom. Brandon was on his way to turning into a land whale,” said Jessie with a chuckle before turning to her stepbrother. “Damn, you’ve even got some muscles now too, I see.”
“Yep,” said Brandon, his whole face hot.
“Rowr! Me likey,” said Jessie with a mock growl as she pretended to paw at the air.
“Don’t you mind her,” said Linda with a grin. “Your sister’s just going a little stir crazy because she’s been grounded for the past two weeks.”
“Ah,” said Brandon with a nod.
“I'm practically a prisoner,” pouted Jessie, her hands on her hips.
“Anyway, we can talk all about that and everything else over some lunch, yeah?” said Linda. “You are, uh... allowed to eat normal food, right?”
“Huh? Oh yeah, sure,” said Brandon. “Don’t worry, everything's under control. We had a special class all about transitioning to home life.”
“Ah, good,” said Linda with a nod. “Okay, I’ll see you in the kitchen in a few then. Oh, and it’s really good to have you back, son.”
“Thanks,” said Brandon.
“Seriously? What did they do to you at that place?” hissed Jessie as soon as it was just the two of them alone. “Did they strap you down to the bed and jab you with Ozempic or what?”
“Um, no,” said Brandon with a gulp, trying not to let himself get distracted by how much skin Jessie had on casual display. “We just learned about things like portion control and, um, of course, did plenty of exercise.”
“Whew, I’ll say,” said Jessie, stepping closer and lightly running her hand down the outside of his arm. “Damn, you’re like a completely different person now.”
“Hey, um, what’s up with the getup?” said Brandon, his throat tight and dry for some reason.
“What? You don’t like my outfit?” said Jessie with a giggle. “Eh, it’s just too hot to wear anything else. Speaking of which, why don’t you take off that shirt? I want to see if we’re talking a six-pack, an eight-pack, or what.”
“Sheesh, what has gotten into you?” said Brandon, giving her a wary look. “You’re acting strange.”
“No, I’m not,” said Jessie, sticking out her lower lip. “What? Am I not allowed to compliment my stepbrother?”
“Uh, I guess so,” said Brandon. “It’s just usually you’re not this... forward.”
“Oh, don’t flatter yourself,” said Jessie with a brief scowl. “I’m just going nuts being stuck here all day with nothing to do. I mean, she even took away my phone. That's, like, against the Geneva convention I'm sure.”
“Wow, you must’ve really done something awful to piss off your mom that bad,” said Brandon with a grin.
“No, it wasn’t awful per se...” said Jessie, her cheeks pinkening slightly.
“Well, what was it? Did you steal some of Dad’s liquor again?” said Brandon. “Wait, let me guess. You got drunk and then crashed the car.”
“Hey! Don’t make me out to be some kind of... wastoid,” said Jessie, her eyes flashing. “If you must know, Mom caught me having sex with Chad.”
“Chad? Who’s Chad?” said Brandon, suddenly finding it difficult to think straight.
“Chad’s my boyfriend,” said Jessie with a mischievous grin. “He’s the captain of the football team. At Crestwood University.”
“Ahh...” said Brandon, with a nod. “A college guy? No wonder Mom grounded you. Well, you did always like older guys.”
“Of course,” said Jessie with a smirk. “Boys my age don’t know what they’re doing, especially in bed. But Chad? Oh my gosh, he knows exactly how to give me my daily dose of Vitamin D, if you know what I mean, hehe.”
“Ugh, I really don’t want to hear about that,” said Brandon, his cock twitching in his shorts despite his protestations.
“Yeah, well, now you know why I’m bored and horny,” said Jessie, giving him a strange smile. “Let me tell ya, it’s a lethal combination.”
“Uh-huh,” gulped Brandon, wiping off a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “Hey, let’s go eat.”
He then staggered off in the direction of the kitchen without waiting for her to reply.
Homecoming
Lunch was tunafish sandwiches, dill pickle spears, potato chips, and ice tea.
It was normally one of his favorites, but Brandon couldn’t help but notice that the bread was whole wheat, mayonnaise was low-fat, the iced tea had artificial sweetener, and the potato chips were the baked kind. He understood the gesture, but he just didn’t know how to tell Linda that it wasn’t necessary.
“So, what were your favorite activities at camp?” said Linda.
“Hmm,” said Brandon, pausing for a moment. “Well, I don’t know if you know what an adventure course is, but I absolutely loved it. It’s this trail cut through the woods where you have to do things like hop between logs and then ride a zip wire between the trees.”
“Interesting,” said Linda with a nod.
“I also got into canoeing, which was cool,” said Brandon. “The water in the pond was kind of murky, though, with lots of bugs. But early in the morning, it was really beautiful and peaceful.”
“Sounds boring,” said Jessie, sitting crosslegged on her chair and idly playing with the chips on her plate. “Was it just sports all day long or did you have any social activities?”
“Oh gosh, sure,” said Brandon, his cheeks growing warm as certain memories came flooding into his mind. “They have a carnival fair every term with games and activities, which was a lot of fun. And then at the end of the summer, there was a dance.”
“Ooh, a dance? Now we’re talking,” said Jessie, her face lighting up. “I’d pay good money to watch the chubbies bouncing around on the dance floor.”
“Jessie!” said Linda, frowning.
“What?” said Jessie with a shrug. “Anyway, what about you, Brandon? Did you do any dancing?”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” said Brandon with a hard gulp.
“Oh my gosh, I recognize that look,” said Linda with a big grin. “Does that mean you found yourself a sweetie?”
“Um, kinda. I mean, yeah,” said Brandon, his entire face sizzling with heat.
“Wait, you have a girlfriend?” said Jessie, her eyes wide with surprise. “No way! I can’t believe it.”
“Well, it’s true,” said Brandon with a sheepish grin. "Her name is Kate."
“I’m sure she’s a lovely girl,” said Linda, reaching out to pat him on the back of his hand. “Is she from around here?”
“Um, no, actually, she’s from Canada,” said Brandon.
“Canada!” chortled Jessie, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, right! Come on, man. Ain’t nobody going to believe that.”
“What’s wrong with Canada?” said Linda, puzzled.
“Come on, Mom!” said Jessie. “That’s what every loser guy says when he makes up a fake girlfriend. She’s from Canada, and let me guess, this Kate chick lives on a farm?”
“How did you know?” said Brandon, genuinely taken aback. “As a matter of fact, her parents have a maple syrup orchard in Northern Ontario.”
“Sure, sure they do,” said Jesse, laughing so hard her whole body was shaking, including her tits underneath the thin fabric of her top.
“What?” said Linda. “I don’t get it. What’s so funny?”
“Mom, he’s just making it all up. Brandon doesn’t have a girlfriend,” said Jessie, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her hand. “He’s just saying that so his friends won’t think he’s a loser.”
“Well, I believe she’s real, sweetie,” said Linda, giving him such an earnest look that it made his chest tight.
“Whew!” said Jessie, hopping to her feet and walking over to rip off a paper towel from the roll mounted underneath the cabinets, and in doing so, giving him a clear view of her ass cheeks hanging out of the back of her panties. “I’ve heard some whoppers, but let me tell ya, that one really takes the cake.”
“Believe whatever you want,” said Brandon, his cock once again threatening to derail his train of thought.
“It sounds like you had a lovely time,” said Linda, patting him on his forearm. “I know you had some misgivings when your father signed you up for that place, but it all worked out in the end, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, I guess it did,” said Brandon.
“Hey, if you want, we’ve got some fresh strawberries in the fridge for dessert,” said Linda, standing up from the table.
“Sure, that sounds great,” said Brandon, giving her a warm smile as he handed her his empty plate.
“Oh, and bring the Cool-Whip!” said Jessie.
Brandon saw the hesitant look on Linda’s face, so he chimed in and said, “Yeah, I’d love some too,” mostly to assuage her concerns even though he had been taught to avoid heavily processed foods at camp.
“Wow, living dangerously, eh?” said Jessie, giving him a playful elbow once it was just the two of them.
“You can tease me as much as you want, but Kate is really real,” said Brandon.
“Kate, your Canadian girlfriend? Sure buddy, sure,” said Jessie, giving him a pat on his thigh. “Damn, those muscles of yours are certainly real, though. How many workouts did they have you doing at that camp?”
“Um, well our schedule varied depending on the...” said Brandon before Linda returned and interrupted him by setting a large bowl of strawberries down on the table.
“Gimme!” said Jessie, reaching for the can of Cool-Whip and squirting an enormous amount of the white stuff on a large strawberry before bringing it to her mouth and sucking it off.
Brandon was so mesmerized by the sight that it was only when she popped the now-naked strawberry into her mouth and began chewing that he realized his jaw was hanging open.
“What?” said Jessie with a mocking giggle. “You’ve never seen a girl eat a strawberry before?”
“Uh, of course,” stuttered Brandon, squirming in his seat as his cock fought to escape the confines of his shorts.
“Oh yeah?” said Jessie, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Did that Canadian girlfriend of yours ever suck you off?”
“What?” exclaimed Brandon, his whole body twitching for a split second.
“Oh my goodness, you should see your face,” said Jessie laughing and pointing at him.
“What? What did I miss?” said Linda, retaking her seat at the table, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand.
“Brandon here was just telling me about how his girlfriend loved sucking ripe, juicy strawberries,” tittered Jessie.
“No, I wasn’t!” protested Brandon even as he felt a sizzle rise from his neck all the way up to his forehead.
“Yeah, she learned how to do it up at her parents’ farm,” continued Jessie, shaking with mirth. “They have to be good at sucking in order to get the maple syrup out of the trees.”
As irritated as Brandon was by Jessie’s continued mockery, he was nonetheless unable to stop staring at her tits as they jiggled and swayed underneath her top, thus confounding his overheated mind even further.
“Jessie, that’s enough,” said Linda with a frown. “Stop teasing your brother.”
“Fine,” grumbled Jessie, shooting her mother an angry glance. “I was just trying to pass the time, Warden. You know, since I’m a prisoner in this house and all.”
“Well, find some other way to pass the time,” said Linda, taking a sip of her coffee. “Hey, I know. Why don’t you go show Brandon your room? He hasn’t seen all the changes.”
“Changes?” said Brandon, relieved to finally be on safer ground.
“Yeah, your sister got tired of all the pink and purple,” said Linda. “She wanted a new look.”
“Um, okay,” said Brandon.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” said Jessie. “Mostly just put up some new wallpaper and stuff.”
“We knocked it out over the course of a couple of weekends,” said Linda. “And we had a lot of fun doing it together, didn’t we, honey?”
“Yeah, it was a real blast,” said Jessie, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Okay, you go show him your room,” said Linda, getting to her feet. “Meanwhile, I’ve got to go into town to run some errands. After that, I was thinking we could have something special for dinner to celebrate Brandon’s homecoming.”
“Oh wow, nice,” said Brandon.
“I was thinking pizza, but...” said Linda, a worried look on her face.
“Linda, it’s okay,” said Brandon, giving her a warm smile. “You don’t have to tiptoe around on eggshells around me when it comes to food, okay? I promise, I’ll be all right.”
“Are you sure?” said Linda.
“Absolutely,” said Brandon, giving her forearm a reassuring pat. “A meatlovers with cheese-stuffed crust would be amazing. That’s the one thing I missed the most when I was at camp.”
“Ugh, meatlovers?” said Jessie. “So greasy, no thanks. But if we’re going down that route, I’ll take some garlic knots. Oh, and one of those fudge brownies, too.”
“All right! Sounds like a plan,” said Linda with a big smile. “Cool. Okay, I’ll see you kids later.”
“Bye,” said Brandon, giving her a little wave as Linda headed off into the living room.
“Bye,” said Jessie, mockingly imitating his tone of voice.
“Why do you always have to be like that?” said Brandon. “She’s just trying to be nice.”
“Why do you always have to be like that?” said Jessie, again mimicking him.
“Stop it!” said Brandon, starting to get genuinely annoyed.
“Stop it!” said Jessie, sticking out her tongue as she mimicked him once again.
“Hey, I mean it!” said Brandon, feeling completely flustered as he got to his feet.
“God, you’re such a dweeb,” said Jessie, chuckling and shaking her head. “You might’ve gotten in shape and lost a bunch of weight, but you’re still the same knucklehead as always.”
There were a lot of things Brandon wanted to say at that moment, but he kept his mouth shut, reminding himself that she was just trying to get a rise out of him.
“Come on, dork,” said Jessie, standing up. “Let me give you the tour of my fabulous new room.”