Mine Are Nicer

Fbailey story number 535


Mine Are Nicer


I was looking at pictures of naked girls on the Internet when my cousin popped her head into my bedroom and said, “Mine are nicer.”

I panicked and couldn’t cover my monitor, couldn’t hit the right keys, and literally didn’t know what to do. I didn’t even know that she was visiting.

Brenda then repeated, “Mine are nicer. Really! Want to see them?”

Well at fourteen, I had never seen a real pair of boobs before so I just nodded my head, yes.

Brenda then closed my bedroom door, locked it, and then she lifted up her T-shirt. Her breasts were tiny…not much more than an A-cup.

I said, “They are small.”

Brenda lowered her T-shirt with a huff and said, “I said mine were nicer, not bigger.”

I knew that I had blown my only chance to see her tits again so I said, “I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. May I see them again? Please!”

Brenda smiled and said, “As long as you said please.” Then she lifted her T-shirt right up over her head and stood just out of my reach.

I looked at them and said, “You are right. Your tits are nicer.”

Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts not tits and certainly not fun-bags, however I do call my vagina a pussy. I like the sound of it.”

I said, “I’m sorry. I’m new to this. I’ve never seen real breasts before and I’ve never talked to a girl about them before either.”

Brenda asked, “So what do you call your penis?”

I know that I must have blushed but I replied, “I kind of like to call it a cock. Dick just reminds me of a jerk I know and penis sounds too sophisticated to me.”

Brenda smiled and said, “I agree. I like the word cock and it fits in perfectly with the words cock sucker.”

I looked at her breasts again and said, “I like the way your nipples get hard and they are the perfect shard of pink for you. The small pink ring suites you too. They are perfect. I would say about half an orange in size.”

Brenda smiled and said, “I fill out an A-cup bra pretty well and soon I’ll be into a B-cup. You should see them then. By the way I’m trying to name them. I kind of like ‘the girls.’ What do you think?”

I smiled and asked, “Can I touch the girls?”

Brenda smiled and walked closer to me.