Time Heals All Wounds
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 35
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"We could hit the clubs!" Tara suggested eagerly, as if the pair hadn't just concluded a solemn talk about your life long sentence in your aunt's ass. "I was shopping last week and I bought the hottest dress. It'd look amazing on you. I'll go lay it out and then we can head out to--"
"Tara," your mother said seriously, "I just lost my son. I'm not exactly in the clubbing mood."
"Oh... right," Tara said slowly. She was so wrapped up in her own happiness that she'd forgotten for her sister, this wasn't something to celebrate. Which, right now, was the only thing in the world Tara wanted to do. Her lifelong goal had been achieved and her nephew had just become the permanent property of her posterior. It was her ultimate prize! She needed to be out partying to commemorate this occasion, not sit with her moping sister on the couch all night. And she'd be damned if she was going to let Dani wallow in self-pity. After all, Tara hadn't just done this for herself. That one-foot runt had been weighing her sister down since the day he was born, and now that Tara had put him in his proper place, her sister had a golden opportunity to recapture her lost youth. Besides, time alone to think was the last thing Dani needed. Thinking led to questions and questions could lead to freedom for you. And that benefited literally no one! Well... no one important anyway.
"You know, Dani," Tara said silkily. "The last thing Jake wants is for you to feel sad on his account. Remember the video? As his advocate, I'm giving you an order straight from his lips: Go out and party with your sister. That's what he wants!"
Your mother still didn't look convinced. "I appreciate the thought Ja--Tara--whichever of you is speaking. But I'm just not ready. I think maybe I'll just go to bed early--"
"So you can go through old photo albums of him and cry? Nuh-uh. Jake has spoken. He wants you to take your mind off him and that's exactly what you'll do. Now come with me." Before your mother could protest, Tara took her by the hand and started leading her to the stairs. Your mother resisted, but only half-heartedly.
"I mean it Tara, I don't want to go."
"You say that now, but once we get there, you'll feel better in no time."
"I doubt it," your mother mumbled.
"Trust me. I know what's best for my baby sister. And if you're still feeling said after an hour, we'll leave. Deal?"
Dani sighed. "Fine. Deal. But I'm telling you, Tara, there's no way you're going to make me forget about my only son in an hour."
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...
"I'M QUEEN OF THE WORLD!"
Dani bellowed those words as she leapt from the stage where the band was playing and into the arms of the crowd below. They lifted her up and carried her along by her stomach as they brought her to her sister, who was lounging on her back in the crowd, a glass of beer in one hand. Somehow, despite their crowdsurfing, it looked like she hadn't even spilled a drop. Tara chugged the entire drink, handed the empty glass to a handsome man in the crowd, winked then asked, "Mind getting me and my sister another, stud? She likes the tall, dark and generous types like you."
"Tara!" Dani drunkenly protested, but the man had already disappeared into the crowd to fetch their beers.
"Relax," Tara said. "I'm not going to let you go anywhere with some guy when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," she protested with slurred words. "I'm... inebriated." The crowd deposited her and Tara near the back and Dani immediately clung to Tara for support as the room was spinning. "Ok," she admitted. "I might be a lil drunk."
"No kidding," Tara said, just as the man from before came back with their beers. "Excellent service, handsome," Tara said, taking them both. "But upon further evaluation, my sister has decided you two should just be friends."
Tara tussled his hair and Dani snorted with laughter as her sister steered her over to a vacant table, the beer sloshing in her glass. Her sister helped her up into a too-tall chair where her feet were dangling off the ground then took a seat next to her.
"Feeling better?" Tara asked.
"I feel great!" Dani said, waving her beer wildly and spilling some of its contents over the side of the glass. "Why do you ask?" she said as she sucked the beer off her fingers.
Tara smiled wide. "No reason at all."
"God," Dani sighed happily, "I haven't crowd surfed in forever."
"That's because you don't go out with me nearly enough."
"I know! I hate it! Why did we ever stop doing this?"
Tara smirked as if enjoying a private joke. "There was a small obstacle, but you don't have to worry about it anymore. We'll be partying a lot more from now on."
"Cheers to that!"
The pair raised their glasses and clinked them together, then Dani chugged.
"Pace yourself," Tara said. "We got a long night of partying ahead of us."
"You're one to talk, I think you've downed a keg since we got here."
"I can hold my alcohol. You're a lightweight. Now come on, let's hit the dance floor. There's some new moves I've been dying to show you."
Pretty much all of the "new moves" Tara had to show were old moves Dani had seen her do a thousand times before, and practically all of them involved her butt. The only noticeable difference was Tara's attitude while doing them. While her older sister had always been a carefree and frankly shameless dancer, this was the happiest Dani remembered seeing her on the dance floor in a long time. She was positively glowing as she shook her butt, her massive ass popping out like a pair of watermelons restricted by her white, low-cut dress. She squatted and popped her ass out, rolling her hips in a wide circle. She twerked, practically touching her butt to the floor as she clapped her cheeks together in a hypnotic rhythm. She sprang to her feet and gyrated with a thousand tiny clenches, then bent over and shook her ass back and forth like a pendulum, knocking into unwary dancers.
"Nice moves," Dani said. "Have you been practicing?"
"Yeah, I've had a little extra incentive to get these right," Tara said, slapping her ass.
"What was it?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Tara said. "Come on, this place is starting to lose my interest. Let's check out another club."
"How many do you want to check out?"
"How many does this city have?" Tara asked, laughing. She grabbed Dani around the shoulder and squeezed her tight. "Come on, sis! It's time to show the world that the Bigg sisters are back on the scene!"
EIGHT HOURS LATER...
Tara helped her sister exit the car that'd given them a lift and gave the driver his payment, then she helped her sister walk to the front door of her house with a spring in her step. It was almost dawn. Five clubs in eight hours. The Bigg sisters had made their comeback without missing a beat. Tara couldn't believe how well her plan had worked out. During the past eight hours her little sister hadn't mentioned Jake once. It was as if the last twenty-four years of that miserable runt's life had been wiped from existence, which, from Tara's point-of-view, they may as well have. His entire life had been prelude to the day where he became her permanent butt toy. One that would make her nights of drinking and dancing better than ever.
Dani fumbled with the keys until Tara helped her get the door open.
"Thanks Tare-Bear," Dani slurred.
"No problem, Dani-Banani."
Her sister giggled at the old nickname. "I think I'm gonna hit the hay."
"Good idea," Tara said as she grabbed her suitcase. "I'll take the guest bedroom. Let's both get lots of rest because tomorrow, we'll be doing the whole thing all over again!"
"You know it--"
Her sister stopped mid-step and mid-sentence. She was frozen at the foot of the stairs, her eyes locked onto a picture. Tara followed her stare and what she saw filled her heart with dread. Her little sister was looking at a picture of her and Jake taken just before the twerp had gone to college.
"Fuck," Tara thought. "I'll need to destroy these pictures at some point."
Tara cleared her throat, "Look, Dani, um... I know you might have some conflicted feeling right now but--remember this is what Jake wanted--"
"I know, Tara. Don't worry. I won't try to take him away," she said, her voice stronger than Tara expected.
"You won't?" Tara asked, surprised.
"I won't," Dani said, smiling sadly. "It would be selfish of me. I know Jake is finally in the place where he truly belongs. I'm just grateful to know he'll always be taken care of by his wonderful aunt. And thank you for tonight. You were right. I needed this. It helped me take my mind off him."
"Oh!" Tara said, surprised but pleased a crisis had been averted. "Okay then. Glad that's settled--"
"It's just--"
"Fuck," Tara mumbled under her breath.
"--this is all so sudden," Dani said. "It still doesn't feel real to me. I know Jake's finally happy and that he doesn't want anyone to see him, but... I just wish I'd had time to prepare myself for this. I didn't even get to say a real goodbye to him. I just feel like I don't have any closure, like I haven't given him a proper sendoff."
"Proper sendoff you say?" Tara muttered. And then, of course, came the idea. The evil idea. The latest in a long line of evil ideas that were produced by Tara's brain in an a perpetual process that ensured she always got what she wanted. "Sis, you're right. But I think I know just the thing to give you... closure."
Choice 1) Tara prepares a wake for you to honor your "death" as a person and new identity as a butt toy.
Choice 2) Tara arranges a wedding ceremony, with you as the groom and her butt as the bride.
"Tara," your mother said seriously, "I just lost my son. I'm not exactly in the clubbing mood."
"Oh... right," Tara said slowly. She was so wrapped up in her own happiness that she'd forgotten for her sister, this wasn't something to celebrate. Which, right now, was the only thing in the world Tara wanted to do. Her lifelong goal had been achieved and her nephew had just become the permanent property of her posterior. It was her ultimate prize! She needed to be out partying to commemorate this occasion, not sit with her moping sister on the couch all night. And she'd be damned if she was going to let Dani wallow in self-pity. After all, Tara hadn't just done this for herself. That one-foot runt had been weighing her sister down since the day he was born, and now that Tara had put him in his proper place, her sister had a golden opportunity to recapture her lost youth. Besides, time alone to think was the last thing Dani needed. Thinking led to questions and questions could lead to freedom for you. And that benefited literally no one! Well... no one important anyway.
"You know, Dani," Tara said silkily. "The last thing Jake wants is for you to feel sad on his account. Remember the video? As his advocate, I'm giving you an order straight from his lips: Go out and party with your sister. That's what he wants!"
Your mother still didn't look convinced. "I appreciate the thought Ja--Tara--whichever of you is speaking. But I'm just not ready. I think maybe I'll just go to bed early--"
"So you can go through old photo albums of him and cry? Nuh-uh. Jake has spoken. He wants you to take your mind off him and that's exactly what you'll do. Now come with me." Before your mother could protest, Tara took her by the hand and started leading her to the stairs. Your mother resisted, but only half-heartedly.
"I mean it Tara, I don't want to go."
"You say that now, but once we get there, you'll feel better in no time."
"I doubt it," your mother mumbled.
"Trust me. I know what's best for my baby sister. And if you're still feeling said after an hour, we'll leave. Deal?"
Dani sighed. "Fine. Deal. But I'm telling you, Tara, there's no way you're going to make me forget about my only son in an hour."
FORTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER...
"I'M QUEEN OF THE WORLD!"
Dani bellowed those words as she leapt from the stage where the band was playing and into the arms of the crowd below. They lifted her up and carried her along by her stomach as they brought her to her sister, who was lounging on her back in the crowd, a glass of beer in one hand. Somehow, despite their crowdsurfing, it looked like she hadn't even spilled a drop. Tara chugged the entire drink, handed the empty glass to a handsome man in the crowd, winked then asked, "Mind getting me and my sister another, stud? She likes the tall, dark and generous types like you."
"Tara!" Dani drunkenly protested, but the man had already disappeared into the crowd to fetch their beers.
"Relax," Tara said. "I'm not going to let you go anywhere with some guy when you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," she protested with slurred words. "I'm... inebriated." The crowd deposited her and Tara near the back and Dani immediately clung to Tara for support as the room was spinning. "Ok," she admitted. "I might be a lil drunk."
"No kidding," Tara said, just as the man from before came back with their beers. "Excellent service, handsome," Tara said, taking them both. "But upon further evaluation, my sister has decided you two should just be friends."
Tara tussled his hair and Dani snorted with laughter as her sister steered her over to a vacant table, the beer sloshing in her glass. Her sister helped her up into a too-tall chair where her feet were dangling off the ground then took a seat next to her.
"Feeling better?" Tara asked.
"I feel great!" Dani said, waving her beer wildly and spilling some of its contents over the side of the glass. "Why do you ask?" she said as she sucked the beer off her fingers.
Tara smiled wide. "No reason at all."
"God," Dani sighed happily, "I haven't crowd surfed in forever."
"That's because you don't go out with me nearly enough."
"I know! I hate it! Why did we ever stop doing this?"
Tara smirked as if enjoying a private joke. "There was a small obstacle, but you don't have to worry about it anymore. We'll be partying a lot more from now on."
"Cheers to that!"
The pair raised their glasses and clinked them together, then Dani chugged.
"Pace yourself," Tara said. "We got a long night of partying ahead of us."
"You're one to talk, I think you've downed a keg since we got here."
"I can hold my alcohol. You're a lightweight. Now come on, let's hit the dance floor. There's some new moves I've been dying to show you."
Pretty much all of the "new moves" Tara had to show were old moves Dani had seen her do a thousand times before, and practically all of them involved her butt. The only noticeable difference was Tara's attitude while doing them. While her older sister had always been a carefree and frankly shameless dancer, this was the happiest Dani remembered seeing her on the dance floor in a long time. She was positively glowing as she shook her butt, her massive ass popping out like a pair of watermelons restricted by her white, low-cut dress. She squatted and popped her ass out, rolling her hips in a wide circle. She twerked, practically touching her butt to the floor as she clapped her cheeks together in a hypnotic rhythm. She sprang to her feet and gyrated with a thousand tiny clenches, then bent over and shook her ass back and forth like a pendulum, knocking into unwary dancers.
"Nice moves," Dani said. "Have you been practicing?"
"Yeah, I've had a little extra incentive to get these right," Tara said, slapping her ass.
"What was it?"
"Nothing you need to worry about," Tara said. "Come on, this place is starting to lose my interest. Let's check out another club."
"How many do you want to check out?"
"How many does this city have?" Tara asked, laughing. She grabbed Dani around the shoulder and squeezed her tight. "Come on, sis! It's time to show the world that the Bigg sisters are back on the scene!"
EIGHT HOURS LATER...
Tara helped her sister exit the car that'd given them a lift and gave the driver his payment, then she helped her sister walk to the front door of her house with a spring in her step. It was almost dawn. Five clubs in eight hours. The Bigg sisters had made their comeback without missing a beat. Tara couldn't believe how well her plan had worked out. During the past eight hours her little sister hadn't mentioned Jake once. It was as if the last twenty-four years of that miserable runt's life had been wiped from existence, which, from Tara's point-of-view, they may as well have. His entire life had been prelude to the day where he became her permanent butt toy. One that would make her nights of drinking and dancing better than ever.
Dani fumbled with the keys until Tara helped her get the door open.
"Thanks Tare-Bear," Dani slurred.
"No problem, Dani-Banani."
Her sister giggled at the old nickname. "I think I'm gonna hit the hay."
"Good idea," Tara said as she grabbed her suitcase. "I'll take the guest bedroom. Let's both get lots of rest because tomorrow, we'll be doing the whole thing all over again!"
"You know it--"
Her sister stopped mid-step and mid-sentence. She was frozen at the foot of the stairs, her eyes locked onto a picture. Tara followed her stare and what she saw filled her heart with dread. Her little sister was looking at a picture of her and Jake taken just before the twerp had gone to college.
"Fuck," Tara thought. "I'll need to destroy these pictures at some point."
Tara cleared her throat, "Look, Dani, um... I know you might have some conflicted feeling right now but--remember this is what Jake wanted--"
"I know, Tara. Don't worry. I won't try to take him away," she said, her voice stronger than Tara expected.
"You won't?" Tara asked, surprised.
"I won't," Dani said, smiling sadly. "It would be selfish of me. I know Jake is finally in the place where he truly belongs. I'm just grateful to know he'll always be taken care of by his wonderful aunt. And thank you for tonight. You were right. I needed this. It helped me take my mind off him."
"Oh!" Tara said, surprised but pleased a crisis had been averted. "Okay then. Glad that's settled--"
"It's just--"
"Fuck," Tara mumbled under her breath.
"--this is all so sudden," Dani said. "It still doesn't feel real to me. I know Jake's finally happy and that he doesn't want anyone to see him, but... I just wish I'd had time to prepare myself for this. I didn't even get to say a real goodbye to him. I just feel like I don't have any closure, like I haven't given him a proper sendoff."
"Proper sendoff you say?" Tara muttered. And then, of course, came the idea. The evil idea. The latest in a long line of evil ideas that were produced by Tara's brain in an a perpetual process that ensured she always got what she wanted. "Sis, you're right. But I think I know just the thing to give you... closure."
Choice 1) Tara prepares a wake for you to honor your "death" as a person and new identity as a butt toy.
Choice 2) Tara arranges a wedding ceremony, with you as the groom and her butt as the bride.
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