Bursting In
Wow. I can't believe all the letters I received about my "Bursting Out" story even though I'm not a very good writer (especially in English). Thank you. The events are true but I had to change the names because we live in a small village. Plus Norwegian names are not the easiest to come to grips with. I know this from the year we spent in America.
Well, last year at the beginning of September I was 20 and my brother Brad turned 18. He was finally going to be a teenager. He had been dying to see my 38C's for years and although he got a peek at them once under the covers when he thought I was sleeping, he'd never really seen them before in daylight. Of course I'd never let him touch them either, us being so young and all.
Anyway, since we live a few kilometers out of the village center, he'd invited some friends to sleepover on his birthday. That night, I came home, took a shower, put on some tight jeans and this pretty blouse that was ribbed with stretchy material that molded to the contours of my full breasts. The neckline of my shirt was pretty low with lots of cleavage showing and because the shirt was clingy my tits were a bit obvious, especially since my measurements were 38C-22-34 even then. I guess with 6 boys coming all aged 18, it was a bit provocative, but it was my younger brother's birthday and I knew he was always drooling over me so I was pretty sure he would appreciate the effort. I knew that my dad wouldn't say anything about my blouse being too sexy since he likes it when I'm dressed that way but I did think my mom would say something. Instead she surprised me by just saying that I looked "stilig" -- stylish I guess in English.
Brad's friends arrived and we all ate pizza together. It seemed like the whole time he and his friends were constantly looking at my tits and trying to see down my blouse (as usual). After dinner I gave Brad his birthday present (a play station game). He kissed me, hugged me tight (tighter than normal I noticed) and said I was "the best sister ever". After that, he went upstairs with his friends to listen to some music.
Later, after my friend Ina arrived (she had come over to keep me company), Brad came downstairs for some beer. After we helped him to carry them up the guys didn't seem so anxious for us to leave. In fact, they prolonged our visit by asking Ina and I a lot of questions about school and such things and what kind of music we liked. Since Brad didn't seem to mind so much about us being there we stayed for a while and danced a bit with the boys (even though they were lousy dancers). Before we left, however, we danced a couple of slow dances with some of them. I was surprised how things changed then. The two boys I danced with stopped acting so goofy and nonchalant and really held onto me, hugging me tightly. I noticed they did the same thing with Ina. I think I must have really gotten their blood going because both times there was a slow dance, the boys I danced with seemed as though they were in some kind of a trance or something. And the longer we remained together the tighter they held me until I could feel their penises get hard - the horny buggers. After that my mom came up and said that the music had to stop and everyone had to settle down for the night.
Later Ina and me were in my room changing into pajamas. We both stole glances at each other when we took off our clothes. Even though Ina was a few months older than me, she wasn't as developed. Since she wasn't in my swimming section at school I'd never seen her naked before. She was tight and thin and her skin was still a golden brown from the summer and her breasts were kind of pointy with beautiful dark nipples just covering the tips. She had a gorgeous flat stomach and adorable little panties on with hearts all over them. Her tiny ass cheeks were just visible in the back since her panties didn't quite contain them. I remember thinking at the time that her ass was the cutest little derriere I ever saw (even if it wasn't as fully developed and sexy as my older sister Marys'!)
Then it was my turn. I slowly peeled off my top and then quickly slipped out of my jeans. I wasn't surprised to see her staring openly at me from my boobs bursting out of my bra to my tiny little g-string. "Wow!" she said. "Your tits are so big!"
"Yeah, I know", I said, "What do you think? Too big?" Well Ina thought they were just perfect. "I love your nipples," she said pointing at my puffy nipples poking through my sheer bra. I remember feeling her desire and being pretty sure that she wanted to touch them but then there was a knock at the door. Brad had sent a messenger (so childish) to see if we wanted to come back up to hear ghost stories. Really? 18 years-olds telling still telling ghost stories? Guys are so less mature than girls even at this age.
Anyway, there we were, huddled together amidst a group of tipsy guys on one of the big sofa beds. The storyteller held a candle to his face and it was dark. After a while there was this incredible sexual tension in the room. The stories were all boring and absurd, but the body contact on the bad was electric and the boys were all snuggled in close to us girls. We didn't make a move on any of the boys of course and they didn't try to grab us directly or anything but every once in a while I could feel an elbow, back, or shoulder "accidentally" rub against my tits. I think they actually thought I didn't notice them getting in a quick feel but of course I did. After a while we cut out the ghost stories and just began talking to each other. It was then that somebody suggested that we play a question or dare game.
At the beginning there were a lot of harmless questions and some dumb gestures to act out but of course soon enough things turned sexual and we were made to kiss. At first there were just pecks on the cheek and such but as time went on we were made to kiss each other on the lips. Eventually the kisses became a bit longer- almost to the point of actually making out. About this time I think that the boys and even Ina were getting sort of embarrassed by all the kissing that was going on so publicly. Brad and I had already played spin the bottle with my cousins before, (although we didn't kiss of course), but for the rest of the guys, this was a fun, if juvenile experience. After a while it was decided to make an adjoining walk-in closet a sort of kissing area.
Then the rules of the game changed so that either Ina or me would be waiting in the closet for the next boy to come in to be kissed. Two of the boys were too shy to kiss when they came in but it was pretty exciting kissing the others for the first time. At first they didn't really know how to kiss very well. Our village is kind of religious and generally girls don't "put out" until after vocational school. As a result, I had to sort of teach them what to do. I remember kissing one guy. I was a little taller than him and he was reaching over my tits kissing me and I had pulled him right into me so that he was squashing against my big boobs which were braless at the time and therefore pretty sensitive.