(all characters are at least 18 years old)
I awoke early the next morning, six thirty. At least I thought it was early but I could smell the scent of bacon cooking. I got out of bed and followed the scent to the kitchen where I figured Linda was making me breakfast. To my surprise Cathy was standing in front of the stove with a fork in her hand cooking bacon.
"Well, good morning." She said.
"Good morning." I replied. Actually it was the only thing I could think of to say. I saw Cathy look down and then remark, "Nice shorts! Mickey mouse huh? I didn't know guys your age were into Mickey Mouse." I must have blushed profusely as here I was standing in my underpants only in front of a woman I barely knew. I had once again forgotten where I was. Cathy was wearing a light blue bathrobe tied snugly about her.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asked.
"I'd love some. Funny, I don't even remember putting these things on."
"What's that?" Cathy asked.
"My Mickey Mouse underwear!" I said with pride.
"Actually, I think they're kinda cute. Most guys would never wear such a thing because of their macho crap."
"I never thought of it that way. I wear them because I like fun things. You should see the Bugs Bunny and Roadrunner shorts I have!"
Cathy laughed and said, "Maybe sometime I will. Why don't you go put the sofa bed away and I'll bring you a cup." I returned to the living room and did as Cathy suggested. I was just seating myself in the middle of the sofa when she brought the coffee to me on a tray with milk and sugar. She bent over to put the coffee on the table in front of the sofa. As she did so I was able to see right down her front. The robe still managed to conceal her breasts but the sight was still wonderful. I became transfixed to her breasts and I only came out of it when she asked me, "Is the view good?" Cathy had finished putting everything in front of me but had remained bent over. This surprised me greatly because the only reason for her to do such a thing was because she knew I was looking down her front and was allowing me a good look.
"Yes, it is, very much!" I said enthusiastically. Cathy smiled and pulled her robe open.
"There's no reason you shouldn't have a good look right now if you want. It won't be long before we're all naked anyway." Cathy's breasts were enormous, just as Linda had said. Cathy stood up straight and allowed her robe to fall from her shoulders but only as far as her arms. This seemed quite the contrast to her conservative dressing habits. She was giving me a complete view of her body and I decided to thoroughly enjoy myself by taking advantage of her allowing me to look at her. Her breasts were like Linda's in a way too. Her breasts were very firm and although they sagged more than Linda's breasts they still stood out fairly firmly from her chest. Her nipples appeared to be smaller than Linda's too. The triangle between her legs was a golden blonde. I kept looking down her body and noticed that like Linda she too had very beautiful long sleek legs.
"God you've got beautiful legs!" I said almost automatically.
Cathy smiled at me and whispered, "Thank you." My eyes quickly returned to her breasts, the objects of my fascination. I reach out and touched them. I don't know why I did this but it felt like I was reaching out to Linda. I had no sooner caressed her breasts a single time when I realized what I was doing and quickly removed my hands. I apologized to Cathy profusely. Cathy simply smiled and assured me that she hadn't minded. This too caught me off guard. That seemed to be happening to me an awful lot since I'd known this family.
"Why don't you mind?" I asked. "I mean I am your sister's boyfriend."
"I know but Linda's so flighty I doubt she's even gotten far enough to think about the two of you having serious relationship yet. I'm sure Linda didn't tell you she isn't very high on heavy relationships."
"Well, no, she didn't." I said surprised.
"Yeah and I'll also bet she told you that I'm a prude."
I was struck by the honesty of Cathy's remark. "Yes, she did say something like that."
"My sister really has no idea what I'm like or what Dawn's like for that matter. I love her and all, you know, but she can be so spacey sometimes. Sam," Cathy continue with a very serious look on her face, "I really love Linda. She can be as sweet and nice as anyone could want. Then other times she makes absolutely no sense and will get mad over nothing. This all seemed to start when she was fourteen. I mentioned it to mom and dad back then but they told me it was just a phase she was going through and to ignore it. I tried to ignore it but she's eighteen now and she's still like she was, only worse. Sometimes I wonder if she doesn't have some sort of mental problem." Cathy took my hands and placed them back on her breasts and I freely squeezed and fondled them with great pleasure. My mind drifted to Linda.
"Do you really think she may have a problem like that? I mean being spacey," I asked her with a deadpan sort of voice.
"Well, let me assure you that she was telling you the truth when she called herself ditzy. It goes beyond that though. I don't know. Linda lives in a world of her own and is oblivious to almost anything that is going on around her. She really has no idea at all of what either Dawn or I are like. She thinks Dawn is very immature but if you ever listen to Dawn you'd find out very quickly that Dawn's much more mature than her years."
"I can't say that I've seen much of that side of Dawn yet. So far she's acted exactly like I'd expect a twelve year old to act and not a nineteen year old."
"Don't be fooled by her. She loves to play the silly girl, immature kid role but it's really just an act. Dawn usually knows exactly what she wants and exactly how to get it. She's probably the smartest of the three of us."
"Oh, all right. Is there anything in particular I should be watchful of?"
"One time I had a boyfriend over to the house. I had to go out for something with mom for a few minutes. We weren't gone more than fifteen minutes. When we got back we walked into the living room and Dawn was kissing my boy friend. She was only thirteen then but she was already well developed and she knew then how to use what she had. Dawn scares me because I know she is a very sexually oriented person and I think some day she may get herself in trouble. I'd hate to see that because in truth, I love Dawn like I think sisters need to. I mean, we need to stick together and help each other."
While listening to Cathy I came respect her good observations of her sisters and how even handedly she talked about Linda and Dawn. She was quickly gaining my respect and my interest. The entire time Cathy had been standing there she had left the front of her bath robe open and I took every advantage to study her body. She seemed more magnificent the longer I looked at her. I think she had gotten so involved in the conversation that she had entirely forgotten how she had left her bathrobe. Maybe she did know but didn't care. I didn't know. Then, as if she'd heard my mind thinking about her she asked me the last question I'd ever expect her to ask me. "So, do you think my boobs are too big? Linda is always making fun of me because I'm a full cup size bigger than she is and she's a D cup."
"Yeah, she told me that you are."
I tried to say more but I kept stumbling over my words. Finally I found the courage and calm to say to her, "I think they're great. I think Linda's are gorgeous too. Actually, if Linda hadn't told me, I wouldn't have thought of you as being bigger than Linda. I'd probably be too caught up in what I was looking at to notice the difference." I couldn't believe I had just said all that. I was sitting there talking to a woman about her breasts and her sister's breasts. It was totally unbelievable.
"Well, just to show you I'm not the prude Linda would have you believe I am and to show you the difference, come here."
I stood up and found myself immediately in front of Cathy. She lifted her breasts in her hands and said, "Now, take them and weigh them in your hands and see if you can't tell the difference." I was in shock over what Cathy was telling me to do but I was helpless to this type of a woman's power over a man. I lifted each of her breasts in my hands. I could tell immediately, just from the weight of them in my hands, that they had to be bigger. I took this opportunity to also squeeze her breasts and play with her nipples again. Cathy was showing signs of liking what I was doing and actually leaned into me a bit. I also quickly grew an erection which, having a mind of its own, pushed its way out through my underpants. This did not go unnoticed by Cathy and she reached down and grasped me and then very slowly and lightly stroked me. Shivers were running down my back. I did nothing to stop her even though I felt that I should have. I could feel the heat rising quickly in my loins as her soft gentle hand stroked me and I was truly afraid that I'd come all over her if she continued much longer.
