Laura Conrad stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. She caught a partial glimpse of her nakedness in the fogged mirror. She stood for a second, holding the towel loosely. She looked at her figure, made a small expression of satisfaction, and started to dry herself.
Okay, she thought, maybe I don’t have big honking breasts like Callie, or they’re not as impressive as mom’s – the boys have no complaint.
She rubbed the towel up and down her body, then fastened it into a turban around her head. She opened the bathroom door and the cool air conditioning felt delightful on her bare skin. She felt her nipples come erect in the coolness.
She was in the process of stepping into a pair of lemon-yellow panties when her mother Vera knocked on her door.
“Come on in, mom,” she said. She reached into her dresser drawer and snagged a bra that matched the panties.
Vera was wearing a pencil skirt with nothing above the waist. Her heavy breasts swayed a bit as she came into the room on bare feet.
Laura gave an impertinent smile. “Aren’t you a little bit underdressed, Mom? The customers might forget to buy something.” Vera was a manager at a local clothing store.
“Ha, ha, sweetie. My blouse is in the dryer. Hey, I just needed to get those pumps back.” While Vera was a bigger woman than Laura, they shared a shoe size.
Laura fitted her tea-cup sized breasts into the cups of the bra. Her mom came over and fastened the snaps on the back. For a brief second, Laura felt her mother’s nipples brush the skin of her back.
“Thanks.” Laura went over to her closet and bent down. Her mother watched as Laura’s ass presented itself. Her daughter snagged the pair of black high heeled peep-toe pumps, turned around, and held them out. Vera took them, nodded her thanks, and turned around to leave.
She paused at the door, and said, “By the way, Callie will be over this evening. And so will Kathy.”
Laura paused as she was pulling on her Levis. She looked at her mother and made a face. “Oh, that will make my Friday night, Mom.”
Vera, holding onto the pumps, folded her hands underneath her breasts. “Look, sweetie, I know you don’t really care for them, but they are family. I mean, she is your sister.”
“Half sister,” Laura corrected.
“Nevertheless, they are coming over, they are spending the weekend with us, and I do expect you to be nice.”
Laura zipped up the jeans and fastened the button. While reaching for red short-sleeved top, she said, “Look, I know. I know they’re family. And I even sometimes feel like I almost love them. But Callie – she’s always trying to get a reaction out of me. For someone her age, you’d think she’d be beyond that. She never like the idea of me getting an education beyond high school, let alone getting a Masters.”
She slipped the top on. “Besides, she’s always poking at me. I think she just likes to fight.”
Vera gave her a sardonic smile. “Well, families do that sometimes. Hell, Kathy and I have gotten in some rough spats.”
Laura slipped her bare feet into a pair of flip-flops. Her nails were painted a pretty blue. “Spat? Shit, mom, you two were in a catfight. I still remember you ripping her top off and her ginormous tits just fell out.”
Vera chuckled. “Yeah, she does like to tangle. But hell, we got over it. Look, if Callie pokes at you, there’s no reason you can’t poke her back. Sometimes it’s the only way to get through to someone.” She looked at Laura’s nightstand clock. “Oh, damn, I’m gonna be late. I gotta run, baby. Dinner tonight is at seven – we’re going to grill some sirloins.” She turned and left the room.
Laura stood there for a minute. She shook her head, and gathered her purse and laptop. She needed to get to the library to research some information for her thesis. She heard her mother leave the house.
As she moved to the kitchen to gulp a final cup of coffee, she remembered the time when she 18 and Callie was 33.
She and her half-sister were alone in the house. Callie had some beers, and they were watching some WWE wrestling on TV.
Callie got in a rambunctious mood. She teased Laura, said that she would really pin her in a wrestling match. Callie was dressed in shorts and a tank top, her large breasts unrestrained by a bra. Laura was wearing cut-off jeans and a T-shirt and sitting on the floor.
Laura snapped back that size wasn’t everything. She was feeling feisty for some reason.
Callie looked at her and said, “Okay. Let’s see.” She stood up from the couch and walked over to where Laura was sitting.
Laura glanced up, said, “What are you doing?”
Callie said, “Stand up. I wanna fight.”
“I’m not gonna fight you, Callie.”
“C’mon,” Callie wheedled. “It’ll be fun.”
Laura sighed, “Okay.” She stood up and faced Callie. She noticed that Callie’s nipples were poking the front of her top. She felt oddly excited by this.
They placed their arms on each other’s shoulders. Callie outweighed Laura by 35 pounds, and Laura knew that her half-sister would most likely take her to the floor. Still, for some reason she felt compelled to do this. A distinct feeling of warmth came over her as the half-sisters struggled in their bare feet on the carpet. They came together in a sudden bear hug, and Laura felt Callie’s large breasts overwhelm her smaller orbs. Even through her bra and their tops, she felt the larger woman’s nipples rake her chest.
Laura drained her coffee as the memory played over. The fight had ended when Laura had fallen to the ground with Callie on top of her. Callie had grabbed Laura’s head and playfully half-smothered her by cramming her breasts onto the younger woman’s face. Then she had giggled and let her go. The two of them had laughed and joked about it.
As Laura drove to the university, the memory kept playing in her head in an endless loop. She shivered a bit as she wondered what the weekend would bring. Again, there was that feeling of warmth.
