It was Thanksgiving at the old Smitt estate. Thanksgiving was not like Christmas where the place would be bursting at the seams with fellow Smitts, and Smitt adjacents. On Thanksgiving it was just Grandma Smitt, Grandpa Smitt, my mom, my brother's girlfriend (My brother was at work and his girlfriend of seven years didn't have any family besides us, so it wasn't unusual she was here.), my sister, her new fake tits, my girlfriend, and me.
I only mention her new fake tits because they are the main topic of conversation. Everyone is talking about them. In a couple hours when dinner was served and we went around the table I knew what she'd be thankful for, her new big boobs. I felt like I was the only one in the entire house who didn't want to talk about them, well besides Grandpa. Upstairs mom, grandma, and my brother's girlfriend were talking about them. Were they a bad investment? Would it really change my constantly single sister's luck with men? Or would it only change no guys into guys looking for only one thing?
I was very near going to talk to Grandpa but I couldn't decide if he was worse. He wouldn't talk about my sister's new tits but he would spend the next couple hours telling me exactly why I'd wasted the entire time I'd gone to High School by not playing football. I'd played soccer which pushed me down to the least liked grandchild, and probably got me removed from the will. With grandma in the kitchen it would be worse, he'd have no filter.
"You want to see them?" It was inevitable that she'd ask my girlfriend who was probably one of the last few in the immediate area who hadn't seen them.
"Oh, I don't know." She demurred, giving my hand a squeeze while not quite looking in my direction.
"It's okay, I don't mind I've really gotten used to showing them off to whoever." Since I was taller than Rebecca I gave my sister Lucy a 'fuck off!' glare that she saw, but her response was blinking at me with no understanding. Even when I shook my head and motioned to my chest then pointed at my flat chested girlfriend she still only pretended puzzlement. It was too much and Rebecca glanced at me, I panicked and shrugged at her. "See Dean doesn't care." Even though I was shaking my head at her she cheerily asked again, "So you wanna see them?"
"Uh sure," My girlfriend didn't exactly sound thrilled turning to me to ask. "Have you seen them? Do you like them?"
"No, Dean hasn't seen them yet. But I really need a guy's opinion, would you do that for me Dean?" She wasn't teasing, clearly she'd wanted the subject broached was glad it had finally happened.
"Uh..." Now I sort of felt like Lucy because whatever look Rebecca gave me only confused me, after a second of me not understanding she gave a shrug and approving nod. So I only repeated. "Uh..."
It was enough permission for Lucy who started undoing her blue plaid shirt. Rebecca glanced at her, glanced at me, then did the meekly approving nod again before turning back to face my stripping sibling. I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. Not as inch by inch those tits came into view. With each button my girlfriend watched more intently, squeezed my hand in anticipation.
"Ready?" The smile on her face was blissful, loving the attention. My girlfriend nodded, both of them turning their eyes on me, but I stood there frozen. Until Rebecca gave my arm a tug, as if I'd zoned out, they took the reaction my body had to the arm jerk as a nod. Lucy giggling, "I barely have to wear a bra anymore. Well?"
It had been six months since Lucy had been fully healed up from the surgery. They were massive now. I'd always been vaguely aware that they had never been small, more so when I was a young pubescent kid needing to see any boobs at all. Now they jutted out from her chest in a way that captivated my attention. Fogged my brain to... Well the obvious, that they were my sister's breasts. She was a light skinned blonde who burned rather than darkened, so her skin was a creamy white. Here tits were an even creamier white capped with puffy pale pink cone shaped nipples.
It was very difficult for my brain. Seeing this amazing massive beautiful perfect sexy pair underneath the face of my cute but dorky sister, smiling her cute but dorky over-eager smile. With those bright, intelligent, needy blue eyes flicking from my girlfriend to me. I thought, dear god the things I would do to those tits! At the same time I was sure I'd have to go see a psychiatrist to fix my brain, maybe a team of them! Thinking that getting verbally destroyed by grandpa for three hours would have been preferable for my mental state rather than seeing my sister's BEAUTIFUL twins.
"Well what do you think Dean?" Lucy asked me, it was only a slight turn when she pointed them in my direction but it was like a billion watt spotlight that almost made me shy away.
"Dean? Do you think they did a good job with them? Is the size of them good?" Rebecca asked like... like she was asking if I thought SHE should do this, not that hers could ever get this big.
"On a scale of one through ten how would you rate them?" And then she started showing them off, really showing them off! Shaking so they swayed just off kilter with the movement of her shoulders. Bouncing so they jiggled up and down before my eyes. Cupped first one then the other moving and mashing them around to show me their full entrancing range of motion. "Hmm?"
It had been six months. While she still gave me that full on smile I could see in her blue eyes that she was desperate. For an answer. For something. It had been six months. My dorky sister had doubled or maybe tripled the size of her chest, in expectation that it would solve all her boyfriend problems. She'd gone from a not pretty but very cute faced girl with a very forgettable body to the same girl with a very eye catching rack. Only no eyes had caught. She was still as forgotten as she ever was. And Lucy wanted... No NEEDED, to know why.
"Dean?" Rebecca giggled when she looked at me. "The way he's drooling over them I'd say he thinks they are a ten."
"Yeah Dean? A ten?" Not actually asking as she was sure that my girlfriend had it right, needing to believe it. She giggled along with Rebecca then took hold of my wrist, drawing my hand three quarters of the way to her chest before she stopped. Yes! I wanted to say, glad that she remembered I was her brother before she'd done that. Even though I also wanted her to do finish the movement, put my hand on her breast. It wasn't common sense but worry over my girlfriend's reaction, checking Rebecca for permission. Rebecca hesitated only a half a second before giving it with a shrug. Then my hand was on my sister's breast, she pushed the the amazing thing in. I curled my fingers and held it. Until I was actually grabbing the soft brain numbingly large breast, that puffy frosty pink nipple pressed into my palm. "How do they feel? Still a ten?"
Without being asked (or forced) Rebecca reached up and grabbed the other one. Lucy blinked but didn't otherwise react to the uninvited groping. No! No, no, no, no! Don't! But after a slight tremble that was all my willpower seeming evaporating I did. I turned my hand left and right on it. I lifted it, both a lot heavier than I expected and a lot lighter. (Don't ask.) I let my fingertips rub over the nipple that fascinated me on my way down to cupping it from underneath, hefting it and letting it drop.
Beside me my girlfriend was doing much the same, her other hand still entwined with mine squeezing tighter as she continued to play with my sister's massive breast. Giving Lucy shy glances, worried at any second she would be told to stop. Growing more and more bold, sure the timer was in its final moments, wanting to get in every moment she could. Pushing it toward the one I was handling so that they mashed together, her brown eyes going huge at the sight of so much cleavage.
"They're tens from me. Sight and feel." Rebecca said huskily going back to just holding it, rubbing a thumb ever so slightly over the nipple.
"You Dean?" Rebecca's input had been good but it was my input Lucy really wanted.
"Yeah." If my girlfriend's voice was husky mine was downright raspy. I didn't clear it though for fear of sounding too excited, or too pubescent boyish. "Tens. No doubt, tens."
It was probably the worst thing I've ever said. It was the truth and both of them were glad that I said it, but it didn't change the fact that I shouldn't have. I should have said something sarcastic and insulting. I was her brother! That was my job. Not judging her breasts country fair style, with me about ready to slap on a blue ribbon, smiling as a reporter took a black and white photo for the newspaper.
"Try them both. At the same time." Rebecca said when Lucy moved (maybe) to start buttoning up her shirt.
My sister nodded like this was something she hadn't thought of, but now needed an answer to. I didn't bring my other hand up, which Rebecca had released, to the other breast fast enough. I was coming to terms with the idea that I wasn't as against the idea as I should have been when my own girlfriend put it onto my sister's breast. I looked at my hands on them, both of the big beautiful bastards, then at Lucy. Whose smile slipped a bit but she nodded at whatever she saw in my eyes, on my face. It... this was so much more intimate than just holding one. And the way she shifted her hips in my direction, pressed in towards me didn't help. After going through the squeeze, heft, mash test I couldn't help but find both nipples. Just touching them, when neither woman reacted negatively, dialed and toyed with them.
"Yeah perfect tens." I whispered when Lucy's breathing became just a little heavy, and I thought somebody needed to say something. I could see she was starting to like the way I was touching her, or maybe was losing the fight on pretending she hadn't been all along. My own breathing came heavier, I stepped in closer, tugging a bit more obviously on her puffy nips. "They're perfect sis."
