Come Help Them Grow

I carried my lunch tray across the high school cafeteria towards the table that I shared every day with my best friend Madison. We were two days away from summer break, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood, especially those of us who were graduating on Saturday. We'd been waiting for it so long, it seemed the day would never arrive.

I set my tray down and sat, causing Madison to look up with a smile. "Hey, Emma," she said.

I smiled back. "Hey. What's new?"

"Only a day and a half before we're done with this place forever."

"Isn't it sweet?" I replied, still smiling.

"Oh yeah, I'm counting the seconds. Hey, my sister got home last night."

"Hannah?"

"Yeah. Is Noah home yet?"

"He got home two days ago."

"And you didn't tell me?"

I shrugged. "Didn't think you cared."

"What are you talking about? You know I think he's hot."

"That's gross. He's not hot. He's my brother."

"But you know how much he changed his senior year. He went from a nerd to a hottie almost overnight. I can only imagine how much he's gotten even hotter after a year away at college."

I shrugged again. "Yeah, I guess he's changed since last fall. Looks more like our dad now."

"Mmm, I'm going to have to stop by."

I smiled. "You're bad."

"Well, I'm not a virgin anymore. Maybe he'll see me differently."

"He's been dating college girls. I doubt he'd be interesting in getting involved with someone from high school. No offense."

"You never know."

"What about Hannah? Has she been dating college guys?"

"Of course. She's such a slut."

We both giggled because we knew it was true. Madison's sister had lost her virginity when she was fourteen. Gross.

Madison leaned across the table, looked both ways as if to make sure no one was listening, then said, "She did tell me something though."

I leaned closer. "What?"

"Well, she mentioned that I hadn't grown that much since she last saw me."

I gave her a puzzled look. "Grown?"

She cupped her hands in front of her chest. "You know, my boobs."

"Seriously, she said that?"

"Yeah. She's not lying though. God, it's not fair. Hers are so huge, and mine are barely there. Aren't sisters supposed to have the same DNA?"

I nodded in commiseration. She and I were in the same boat. Both A cups. And although I didn't have a sister, my mom's were fairly decent in size.

"It's not fair at all," I replied.

"But then she told me something," she said, looking around conspiratorially again.

"What did she say?"

"She told me the secret to her big breasts."

"There's a secret?"

"According to her, there is."

"What is it?"

She leaned closer and whispered, "Cum."

My brow furrowed as I stared at her. "Huh?"

"You know, cum."

"I heard you, but what does that have to do with breast size?"

"According to Hannah, guys' cum on your breasts makes them grow."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow. "That doesn't sound right."

"She swears it's true. She told me she loves it when a guy comes on her breasts, and she's been doing it for a while."

"But how could it make them grow?"

"I have no idea. But look at the evidence. She and I have the same DNA, but she has big boobs. So what's the difference between us? The only thing I can think of is all the sex she's been having for the last five years. Maybe there's some truth to what she's saying."

I thought about it. It made sense in some perverted way. But still, that really couldn't be the cause of her large breasts, could it?

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Look at it this way," Madison said, "what do we have to lose?"

I gave her a curious look. "What do you mean?"

"Here's my plan. We each get some guy to come on our breasts, and we see what happens."

"Some guy?"

"Well, I was thinking of asking Lucas."

"Lucas? I thought you wanted nothing to do with him?"

Lucas was the guy Madison had lost her virginity to about five months ago. He'd been going steady with a girl named Stephanie and then they'd broken up. He asked Madison out, surprising her. After two weeks of dating him, she allowed him to go all the way in the back seat of his car. They did it a total of five times before she discovered he'd gone back to Stephanie. He wanted to keep screwing her on the side, but she told him to get lost.

"He and Stephanie broke up again. For good this time. He called me when they did and asked to see me, but I told him no. Now, I'm thinking about giving him another chance, just for this experiment."

"You mean so he can come on your boobs?"

"Yeah. I figure, what the hell?"

I shook my head. "I think that's a bad idea."

"Maybe, but I'm really curious about this. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Any way you can get together with Tyler?"

I stared at her in surprise. "No!"

"You could ask."

I shook my head. "No way. I'm not doing that."

"What have you got to lose?"

"My dignity for one."

Tyler had been the guy I'd lost my virginity to. It'd happened four months ago at a party. Tyler was one of the most popular guys in school and was dating the head cheerleader, so it came as a surprise when he started talking to me at the party. Up until that point, I wasn't even sure if he knew I existed.

This was right after Madison's short affair with Lucas, so I was feeling kind of left out, with my best friend experiencing sex. I was tired of being a virgin, so when Tyler asked if I wanted to go upstairs with him, I said yes. I never even asked what was going on with his cheerleader girlfriend. I just desperately needed to get laid.

So we did it, and while it wasn't great for me, he seemed to be satisfied. So when I went home that night, I was reveling in fantasies of being Tyler's new girl. I pictured myself walking on his arm through the halls of the school, with every girl staring at me in envy. I mean, we fucked, right? That had to mean he wanted to be with me.

Turns out, that wasn't the case. He didn't even acknowledge me when I approached him at his locker on Monday morning. Even when I said hi, he just ignored me and walked away. I tried several more times to talk to him, and he finally pulled me aside and angrily told me I was going to screw things up between him and his girlfriend. I began to cry and he just got madder, telling me to grow up. There was nothing between us but sex, and if I told anyone, he'd deny anything happened. Besides, he said, who would believe someone like him would ever touch someone like me? He told me to forget about it, and never talk to him again.

"Forget your dignity," Madison said, "you need some cum."

"I'd rather have small tits for the rest of my life than ever talk to Tyler again."

"But you-"

I held up my hand, stopping her. "That's enough. We're not discussing Tyler anymore."

She rolled her eyes. "You're such a drama queen."

* * *

For the rest of the day, I couldn't get Hannah's theory out of my head. Could it really be possible that semen increased breast size? When I got home from school, I did an internet search on the idea, and discovered that other people were asking the same question. Some of the answers said it was a myth, but some people said that based on their experience, they thought it was true. So I was left even more confused.

Not that the answer mattered. Even if it was scientifically proven that cum made tits grow, I still didn't have a source for it. So I was out of luck either way.

After dinner I was up in my bedroom, lying on the bed and reading a magazine when Noah appeared at my open door.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I replied, putting my magazine aside.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"You seemed kind of quiet during dinner."

"No, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then," he said, then moved to leave, but then stopped.

"Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember that conversation we had on the night before I left for college? Down on the old swing set in the backyard?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

"I really enjoyed that."

"Me too."

"I think it was the best conversation we've ever had. We really opened up to each other."

"Yeah, I agree."

"It really helped me by sharing some of that stuff with you."

"Same here."

"Well, I wanted to tell you that I hoped that wasn't a one-time thing. I really hope we'd do that more often."

I smiled again. "Me too."

"That's good to hear. Okay, good night then."

"Good night."

He started to move away again, but I stopped him with, "Noah?"

He poked his head back in the doorway. "Yeah?"

"Maybe there is something I'd like to talk to you about."

He stepped into the room. "Sure. Anything."

"It's kind of personal. And a little weird."

He grinned. "Exactly what you should be asking your brother about."

I giggled.

He walked over and sat on the edge of my bed, turning to face me. "What's up?"

"Well, like I said, this is kinda weird."

"Okay."

"And it has to do with sex."

He smiled. "Last fall you told me that you didn't have any experience in that area. Has that changed?"

"Yeah."

His smile widened. "You're no longer a virgin?"

"No."

"Good for you. Want to talk about it?"

"Not really. This is about something else."

He looked confused for a moment, then said, "Okay."

"Madison told me something today, and I wanted to hear your opinion of it."

"How's Madison doing?"

"Good."

"Okay, go ahead."

"Well, she actually got this from her sister."

"Hannah?"

"Yeah."

"She's a wild one."

"Yeah, she's-" I stopped and looked at him suspiciously. "Have you and Hannah ever...?"

He chuckled. "A gentleman doesn't talk about such things, but no, Hannah and I have never."

I breathed a sigh. "That's a relief. That would be too weird."

He laughed again. "So, what did Hannah have to say?"

"Well, she mentioned that Madison's boobs are still kinda small."

He frowned. "That was rude."

"But then she said she knew about a way to make them grow."

"Really? How's that?"

"Um, this is the weird part."

"Just tell me."

"Well, um, she said hers grew because of something she put on them."

He seemed puzzled. "Like a lotion or something?"

"Something like that. But not a lotion. And maybe she didn't put it on. Maybe someone put it on them for her."

"Now I'm really confused. Emma, what are you talking about?"

"It was, um, you know, from guys."

"Guys? Like they gave her a gift or something?"

"Kinda, but not really. They like, um, sprayed it on her."

His brow furrowed. "Sprayed? Like suntan lotion?"

"Oh god, this is really embarrassing."

He reached out and placed his hand on mine. "Emma, just tell me."

"Um... It's cum."

He stared at me for a moment. "What?"

"It's guys' cum. Hannah said that guys coming on her breasts made them grow big." I covered my face with my hands. "Oh god, I can't believe I just said that to my brother."

"Cum?" he said. "Made her breasts grow?"

I kept my hands on my face. "That's what she said."

He paused, as if thinking this over. "I've never heard of that." Then he chuckled and said, "Well, I heard something similar to that."

I looked between my fingers. "You have?"

"My roommate in college. Jamie. He used to tell the girls that swallowing... you know... would make their breast grow bigger."

I pulled my hands down. "He said that?"

"Yes, but I just thought of it as a pickup line. He was just trying to talk the girls into... um... you know. Oral sex."

"Did it work?"

"Yeah, he got with a ton of girls."

"No, I mean did the cum make their breasts bigger?"

"I have no idea. He wasn't with any one girl long enough to notice any change."

"Oh." I couldn't hide the disappointment in my voice.

He looked at me curiously. "Why are you wondering about this?"

I rolled my eyes. "Isn't it obvious?"

"No, it's not obvious. Why are you so curious?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I was wondering if I could... you know... use it on me."

"Why would you want to do that?"

"Come on, Noah, don't play stupid."

He looked at me for a long moment before the light bulb went on above his head. Then he pointed at me and said, "You think you need to grow bigger?"

"Of course. Look at me."

"Emma, I think you're perfect just the way you are."

"Yeah, right."

"I'm serious. Not every guy loves huge breasts."

"But most guys do."

"That's not true."

"It is too. Guys don't look at me like they look at other girls."

"Then you don't need those guys in your life."

I stared at him, feeling the tears welling in my eyes. "That's easy for you to say."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're good looking. All the girls like you."

"You're beautiful too."

"Stop saying that! I'm not!" I began to cry, placing my hands over my face again.

"Hey, hey, don't do that," he said softly.

"It's true. I'm so flat-chested, the boys ignore me."

"No they don't." After a pause, he added, "You just told me you're not a virgin anymore. So at least one guy didn't ignore you."

With that, I began to wail even harder. I turned on my side to face away from him.

"Emma," he said urgently. "What did I say?"

I continued to cry, ignoring him.

He placed his hand on my hip. "Emma, talk to me."

"Just go away," I sobbed.

"I'm not going away. I don't know how I hurt you, but I have. I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter."

He was quiet for a long moment, his hand warm through my jean shorts. Finally, he spoke. "So you're really taking this seriously? What Hannah said?"

I shrugged but didn't reply.

"To be honest," he said, "I have no idea if it would work. It sounds weird, but you never know."

I sniffled. "It doesn't matter."

"Why doesn't it matter?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I don't have any."

"Any what?"

"Any of... that stuff. Cum."

"Oh," he said softly, then was quiet again for a moment. "What about... the guy?"

I shook my head. "Not a chance."

"You know, Emma, someday I'm going to need to know what happened. It doesn't sound like it was that fun for you. But for now I'll leave it alone. Okay?"

"Okay." I sniffled again.

"So there's no guy you could ask?"

"No."

"You sure?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"A few of my friends have younger brothers. I could ask around."

"You want to ask your friends if their younger brothers want to come on my boobs?"

He chuckled. "Well, I was thinking about maybe you going on a date first. Get to know each other."

"Oh."

"Would you like me to try?"

"I don't know. It just seems so forced."

"I'd rather you do that than just getting with random guys."

I shook my head. "I don't want to do that either."

"Emma?"

"Yeah?"

"This is weird talking to the back of your head. Could you look at me? Please?"

I rolled onto my back and stared up at him as I wiped my nose with the back of my hand.

"Sorry, I look gross," I said.

He smiled softly. "You look great."

"You're such a liar." I smiled.

He held up two fingers. "Scout's honor."

"You were never in the scouts."

"Doesn't matter. You still look great."

I sighed. "Thanks for talking to me."

"I don't think I did much good."

"At least you didn't make fun of me."

"You know I'd never do that."

I smiled. "Yeah, I know."

He leaned down and slid his arms around me, pulling me up against his chest. My face pressed against his neck as he hugged me. After a few seconds I moved my arms up around him.

We lay like that for several long moments, and despite my best efforts, I had flashbacks to my experience with Tyler. We'd been in almost this same position, except for the fact that his cock had been inside of me.

I felt a warm pulse in my loins, and I moved my hands to Noah's shoulders, pushing him away.

He lifted up and stared down at me for a moment. "We'll figure something out."

Slightly confused by the sensations inside of me, I wasn't sure what he was talking about. "Figure what out?"

"Your problem of needing a source for your... lotion," he finished with a grin.

I rolled my eyes. "Now you're making fun of me."

"I swear I'm not. I'll think of something."

"There's nothing to think about. It's impossible. I'm doomed to be flat-chested until I die."

"Don't say that. Where there's a will, there's a way."

"So you know a guy named Will who will come on me?" I grinned.

He laughed. "You're cute when you're naughty."

I smiled wider.

He stood. "Nice talk, sis."

I giggled. "Yeah, nice talk, bro."

He chuckled and walked out, and I lay there for several minutes, wondering if that weird conversation had just happened.

* * *

Several hours later, I'd taken a shower and was in my pajamas getting ready for bed. A knock came on my closed bedroom door.

"Come in," I said, expecting it to be Noah again.

The door opened, and Mom appeared.

"You excited about your last day of school tomorrow?"

"More than I can say," I replied, making her smile.

"I can imagine." She hesitated, then said, "Are you okay? You were a little quieter than usual at dinner tonight."

What was this? Was I some kind of open book to my family?

"I'm fine," I said.

"You sure?" She stared closely at me.

What the hell? I thought. If I could bare my soul to my brother, I could do the same with my mother. Well, maybe not tell her everything.

"Um, yeah," I said. "There was something I was wondering about."

"What's that?"

"When you were my age, how developed were you?"

"Developed?"

"You know," I said, cupping my hands over my chest.

She smiled. "Are you worried about that?"

"A little."

"Don't be. I looked just like you until the middle of my senior year. Then I had a growth spurt. By the time I graduated, I was wearing a B cup. By the time I graduated college, I was fitting comfortably in a C."

"Halfway through your senior year?"

"Yes, but don't forget, we started school younger back then. I was only four-and-a-half when I began kindergarten. You didn't start until you were five."

I did the math in my head. "So I might be growing soon?"

"Exactly. Like I said, you have nothing to worry about."

I smiled. "Thanks, Mom."

"But be forewarned. They can be a little sore when they start to grow."

"Okay. Um, Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Did you ever put anything on them to make them grow faster?"

She gave me a puzzled look. "Like what?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Anything?"

"Nothing. Oh wait, there was one thing."

"What's that?" I said hopefully.

"Well, if I remember right, it seems like my boyfriend's hands were always on them around that time." She smiled.

"Mom!" I stared at her in shock.

She laughed. "Don't tell your father I said that. He's jealous of all my old boyfriends the way it is."

With that, she smiled and said, "Good night, dear," then walked out, closing the door behind her and leaving me in stunned silence.

A minute later there was another knock.

"Mom?" I said.

"No, it's me," my brother's voice said in a hushed tone.

"Come on in," I said, wondering why he was whispering.

"Got a minute?" he said.

"Of course."

"Was Mom just in here?"

"Yeah." I rolled my eyes.

"What?"

"She just admitted her boyfriend felt up her boobs during high school."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

"What brought that up?"

"I was asking her about how developed her boobs were when she was at my age."

"What did she say?"

"She said I should expect a growth spurt soon."

He grinned. "That's good."

"Thanks about before. Sorry I got all weepy."

"No problem. I figured I was just being my usual insensitive self."

"No, it wasn't your fault."

"Anyway, I thought of a possible solution to your problem."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But you're going to need an open mind."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, this idea is a little weird."

"Well, it's a weird problem, so I guess I should expect a weird solution."