In addition to my younger brother, I have an older brother named Steve. He's a good guy, but he has his moments, too. He and I are friends with a married couple, Amy and John. Amy and I are very competitive but still friendly. One thing led to another and I found myself challenged to a catfight ("all in good fun," I was told).
I was starting to smell a set-up, especially when the challenge involved wearing a bikini and "coincidentally" John just "happened" to have two brand-new bikinis set aside for both of us: one pink and the other one white.
We'd all had a little bit to drink and the idea of wrestling Amy sounded kind of fun to be honest. I really didn't think it would amount to much, though.
When John brought out the bag with the bikinis, I was shocked: they looked like small triangles and some string. That might work for Amy and her A-cup boobs, but I'm a good bit bigger than her in that department.
"I can't wear that!" I said.
"Chickening out already?" Amy asked. "We haven't even started yet!"
"This is fine for you but a big-titty woman needs more coverage and support than this!" I said. Her face turned red.
Steve was just eating this stuff up. He didn't say anything, he just stayed off to the side smiling. I looked at the three of them and then I grabbed the white one and went to change.