Topless Trampoline Jumping

Fbailey story number 706


Topless Trampoline Jumping


My sister had her cheerleading squad over to sunbathe and swim in our pool. I wasn’t invited but Mom made me come out and pretend to be useful. I got them drinks like a waiter and then I picked up after them like a garbage collector.

I listened to their shit about other girls, other guys, and then about one another.

“My tits are bigger than yours.”

“Yeah but mine are firmer than yours.”

“Will you guys stop. Everyone knows my tits are what all of the boys are looking at.”

“So what! There is no way to win this argument.”

I had to speak up, “Yes there is.”

“How.”

I replied, “Topless trampoline jumping.”

They all laughed at my idea. Then my sister said, “You know, he just might be right…perverted…but right.”

Then she asked me, “Just what do you have in mind?”

I immediately replied, “You all get topless. Then one at a time you get to jump up and down on the trampoline for two minutes. I will take videos of you jumping and then give you scores for various things and then later declare a winner.”

Someone asked, “Why do we all have to get topless if only one girl is jumping for you?”

I said, “So that I can judge you all. Besides you don’t want those girls to feel embarrassed being the only ones topless.”

My sister came to my rescue and said, “He’s right, we should all get topless. Besides I want to see how my brother rates my tits.”

So I got my video camera and the girls got out of their tops. I had the two girls that had been arguing go first. I recorded their names and birth dates. Then I had my sister measure their tits. Abby was a 36-C and Brenda was a 34-D.

I had Abby go first and I watched in amazement as her breasts bounced up and down. They were big but they were soft and I zoomed in on her top half.

I had decided to score the measurement, the cup size, the shape, the tan marks, her nipples, her areolas, and of course the bounce to the ounce. While I was at it I scored her tummy, her ass, and her beauty. That gave me ten categories. So with a scale of zero to ten I could give the perfect girl a score of one hundred.

I gave Abby a score of eighty to just start someplace. If I had given her a hundred, there would be no place higher.

Brenda was right, her breasts were firmer…but they sure were sweet too. Both girls were equally pretty but Brenda had great tan lines. I gave her an eighty-one.

Connie, Diane, and Elaine were nice so I gave them seventy-five points each.

Then my sister Fern got up on the trampoline and started bouncing. She had spent hundreds of hours on that thing. That is how she learned to do her flips.