Little brother gets his education

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“Sis? Growing up with her was fun. She’s always been a goofball. And sweet. She’s always been pretty too. Even before she went and got all, you know, curvy.”

Heather’s fantastic proportions and the process of growing into them had always fascinated slender Samantha. “Yeah, what was that like?” she asked, “Living with her when she started turning into a woman?”

Bobbie looked thoughtful. “Confusing. For both of us, I think.”

Heather nodded agreement. “All of a sudden we had these boundaries.”

“You two needed space?”

Heather shook her head. “Us? No! It was our parents. They watched us like hawks! The whole time Bobbie and I grew up we had been comfortable around each other. Physical contact wasn’t weird or awkward. It was natural. Nice. We used to wrestle over silly little things when we were kids – like who got the last chocolate chip cookie.”

Heather smirked and gestured across her oversized chest, “Then I grew these giant boobs and all of a sudden Mom was all over us, breaking us up any time we were touching for more than a few seconds.”

Bobbie chuckled. “Yep, no more wrestling over cookies. Our parents were extra jumpy when we played together at the beach or in the pool. It was those bikini tops of yours. You looked like a porn cartoon when you were thirteen.”

“It was the only way for me to find a bathing suit!” Heather huffed. “I was huge up top and still teeny tiny below – my hips came later.”

She swung her still small, but well-curved, nineteen year-old hips from side to side. Bobby’s look lingered and I didn’t blame him. She may have been his sister but he was still a guy and his sister was built like an A-list porn star.

“No one-piece suit would fit,” she explained. “Either the bottoms were too loose and my butt hung out or the tops were too tight and my boobs popped out. At least with a bikini I could mix and match. It gave my body time to even out a little.”

Bobbie nodded, remembering. “Your chest was definitely way ahead of the rest of you. All of a sudden they were right there. They grew out in just… what was it?”

Heather cringed. “Three months.”

Bobbie grinned again. “Oh yeah, I used to tease her that I could hear her tits growing at night.”

I stiffened slightly at Bobbie’s courser language in front of his sister.

Heather continued unruffled, “Hey, I forgot about that! Ugh, for weeks, they just kept getting bigger. Mom took me back to the same Victoria’s Secret four times in three months. The saleslady couldn’t believe it. I was terrified they wouldn’t stop growing. For a while there I was this tiny little kid with giant boobs attached to my front. It was awful. The neighborhood kids made fun of me and old men leered at me.”

She looked to her brother and smiled sweetly. “But you never did either of those things. Thanks, Bobbie.”

“Yeah, well, you had your revenge,” he looked at us and smirked. “A year later and the same neighborhood boys who were teasing her were showing up to ask her out. All of them! It was crazy! The telephone rang non-stop. We had to get an unlisted number. Dad joked about buying a shotgun and a rottweiler.”

“How about you, Bobbie? Ever try to pick up one of your sister’s friends?” Sam wondered. “I used to flirt with my brother’s buddies. They were cute and older and bigger and more experienced and…” Sam trailed off, lost in her own memory.

Heather answered for her brother, needling him, “Well, there was Lori…”

“Awww…” her brother blushed but he explained, “Heather caught me and one of her friends kissing in our basement one night during one of her sleepovers. Sis was pissed at the time. There was a lot of yelling. Lori called her parents and went home. She wouldn’t talk to me after that.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” Heather rubbed her brother’s shoulder. “When Lori and I made up, I made her promise to keep her hands off you. She was kind of a bitch anyway. I did you a favor. If it’s any consolation, she told me you were a really good kisser though.”

“Really?” Bobbie brightened.

“Totally,” his sister smiled.

“Cool.” Bobby looked a little proud.

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