Chapter 1

I don’t know why or how it happened, but I was right in the middle of it all. It was either Laura, Mom, or Sarah that started the whole thing.

It seemed as if Dad was the only one, for a while, that even knew I existed in our house ... and that wasn’t very often. Mom would occasionally acknowledge me, but only if she had to. It wasn’t because she didn’t love me. It was because she spends so much time with my sisters, and I’m just a second thought to any of them.

I can be sitting at the kitchen table, like I was that day, and no one would act as if I was even there. We were eating breakfast on a Saturday morning. As usual, Dad had a golf game. He is a big-wig for a big company and has to take people out golfing all the time.

Anyway, I sat there, reading the back of the cereal box, not really paying attention to their conversation. The word “ bra” hit my ears. I still looked at the box but started listening to what was being said.

“I’m telling you, Mother. I need a new bra.” That was Laura, my younger sister. She is a year older than I, at fifteen.

“But we just bought you that one last month,” Mom said.

“I’m growing, Mother. My tits are growing with me. The straps are out all the way, and they’re cutting into me.”

“Let’s see.” That was Sarah, my oldest sister, at sixteen. We are all almost nine months apart.

This is where things got interesting. Laura stood up, opened her robe, and stood there. Even I could see what she was talking about, but I kept looking at the cereal box. She brought her hands up to her left tit, grabbed the top of that cup, then lifted it. Just then, the strap came undone, it slipped out of her fingers, and her tit dropped. When it did, the cup came off of her tit.

“See what I’m talking about?”

“What is that, a B cup?” Sarah asked her.

“Yes. The cup is okay. It’s the straps.”

“Okay,” Mom said. “Take that one off. We’ll go get you another one this afternoon.”

Laura didn’t leave the room, but dropped her robe on the chair, then took off her bra. She didn’t put her robe back on when she sat back down, and neither of the others said anything. All she had on then was her panties. It was a thong, with not much material in the back.

“Mine did that too,” Sarah said. “I think I still have impressions from those straps.”

“I don’t even want another one until I’m done growing,” Laura said. “Some of the girls in school don’t wear any.”

“I know a lot of girls that don’t,” Sarah added. “Of course, some of them don’t need one either.”

“Yeah. I know some like that. You know Jenny Davis, right?”

“You mean, the pirate’s dream? Now there’s a sunken chest for you.”

“Yeah. We caught her in the locker room the other day, pulling on her nipples. She said that someone told her that they would start growing if she did that. It turns out that she’s been doing it for two years.”

“That is an old wives’ tale,” Mom said. “Only nature, or plastic surgeons, can make them grow. I’ve heard of all kinds of things that are supposed to make them grow, but none of it works.”

“I’d like to take mine off too,” Sarah said. “This one gets all crunched up all the time.”

“You know what?” Mom said. She got up to get another cup of coffee. “It’s your choice. If you want to wait, we’ll wait. I never liked wearing them either, but I had to, especially when you kids were born.”

“Does that mean that we don’t have to wear them anymore?” Sarah asked. Mom sat back down.

“If you don’t want to, I can’t force you to.”

“Why don’t you take yours off too?” Laura asked her. “I don’t think Daddy would mind.”

“I know your father wouldn’t mind. It’s just that I have worn one for so long...”

“Too long,” Sarah said. “Go on. Give Daddy a thrill when he gets home.”

“I suppose I could. It might feel a little strange...”

“Look,” Sarah said. She stood up and opened her robe. She was right across the table from me, and her crotch was right there on the edge. It looked like her thong was smaller than Laura’s. She reached behind her back. “I’m taking mine off. You can take yours off too.”

She let her robe slip off her shoulders, then drop onto the chair. She reached around herself, then drew her bra off as her hands came back around. Her tits looked just as good as Laura’s, and just about the same size. She also sat down without putting her robe back on.

“I wish I was your size again,” Mom said.

“Yours aren’t that much bigger than ours. Come on. Let’s see.”

“I don’t know. I...”

“Now, Mother,” Laura said. “We want to compare yours to ours.”