"Am I hot?" His sister asked, he was sure it wasn't at random to her but it certainly was to him.
"What?" A hint of laughter in his voice.
In the laundry room their mom leaned back from her phone and the clunking nearly finished dry cycle to look out at how her son would handle it. She knew that maybe she should have stepped out and taken this for him, but Melissa had been so fragile since moving back home. There had been too many conversations about what she was and wasn't. About why her boyfriend had dumped her, why he'd cheated, why he'd said such mean things, and on and on. Which was why Rebecca just peeked out from the dark room instead of saying anything to help her son out.
"David, am I hot? I went out last night with Carrie and Blair. They both got guys like right away but... Nobody even looked at me twice. So, it's gotta be that I'm not hot. Which is why I am asking you, objectively as a man do you think I'm hot?" Melissa stood straight, pushing out her surprisingly large chest while rocking a probably too slim hip off at a hopefully appealing angle. She knew better than to try to put her tiny ass on any sort of display, she'd never caught attention from that. Melissa knew, she was aware she wasn't SUPER hot. She just thought she should have been hot enough to keep a six like Alan, her now ex boyfriend. Or to capture a new guy's attention, who wasn't a complete dog, at the club. "Am I deluded in thinking I am? Be honest!"
"Are you serious?"
"Totally." Capturing his eyes she stared into them, both pairs the same color brown. The same shape as well. "I need to know. I'm going crazy with the break-up and... No guys have sent me any messages, you know trying to put their quarters down on the table." That was something they'd seen in a movie, a way to call next have at a pool hall or old video game arcade. She floundered without seeing him drag that information out of the depths of his mind. "And then when none approached me at all!"
"This isn't some shit you're gonna tease me with, turn against me later?" Pulling a hand from her hip she held it out to her brother, the pinky out and curled. "Pinky promise?" He hooked his smallest finger with hers, held it a long moment to make sure she was absolutely serious. No smile or crack in the sincere demeanor made him finally nod. "Okay." He gave her a look down and then up, shrugging. "You're cute in the face, and have a nice enough body."
"What? That's it." Grabbing his shoulder, pushing him back around to face her as he'd been about to depart.
"Yeah, you want the full exam or something?" Scoffing that she could want more.
"I want more than cute and nice. I need more than that. Be honest, be brutal, be... Be... Give me more than cute and nice!" After a second of holding his eyebrow up he rolled his brown eyes, sighed.
Stepping back he looked her over in a much more meaningful way. Both mother and daughter's breath catching as he stepped forward to pull her shirt up, revealing a flat stomach and Melissa's tiny midsection. Rebecca's mouth opening and closing, she was more sure she should say something as he ran his hands over his sister's belly and ribs. Even more as he went around behind his ten months older sibling. Melissa hissed but didn't slap him away as he pulled her leggings, making it go tight on her rump. Framing the thing out perfectly, it would never be called juicy or cause anybody to do a double take, but it pleased him enough to nod. If just once.
"My tits are better than my butt." The brunette rasped as he came back around, before he could make any sort of pronouncement.
"Yeah?" She wasn't wearing the best of tops to show that off, it was cute but the fabric stiff and not at all low-cut.
"Yeah." Voice still held the rasp of embarrassment.
"Show me then." Rebecca's mouth dropped open, she knew she should say something now but was frozen. Her brain insisted that Melissa never would, but her nineteen year old daughter pulled her shirt up, hesitating only long enough to get the bra as well. And impossibly the mother of what she had thought were two normal kids stood there as her daughter showed her son her breasts. "Wow! Those are nice. They..." And without asking permission he took hold of one, then the other. They were too big for his hands to get a good hold of, they looked like giants on Melissa's slender frame. Perkier than Rebecca had thought hers had ever been. With two bright pink nipples at the center pointing right at David. "These are the most perfect tits I've ever seen. They real?"
"Of course they're real! When would I have gotten the time and money to get fake ones?" But she was smiling, albeit a bit nervously as David moved over to touching both breasts, giving them a not quite clinical going over. Looking down at the attention her brother was showing them Melissa smiled hopefully, "They really that nice?"
"They really are." Shaking his head he stepped back, Melissa holding her shirt and bra up for another few seconds before putting them back into place.
"So?"
"I mean your tits are a ten." The shake of his head telling that it would be a long time before he got them out of his head. "You're cute, maybe even pretty but you got too much of dad's stern features."
"Yeah, stinking genetics. Believe me you don't know how much I wish I was more like mom. She's beautiful!" Rebecca felt a glow of appreciation for her daughter saying that, strangely even more for her son who nodded total agreement. His eyes glowing with the certainty of her beauty. "Carrie says I have RBF, resting bitch face."
"Maybe, but still really cute." Giving a shrug, trailing his gaze over her once more. "Well you shouldn't go out with Carrie and Blair, I'm a seven at best so don't take this the wrong way, you are a seven too. With ten tits for sure but a seven as far as everyone can see. Your friends are solid tens, you can't go out with them and get any action. Go out with what's her name and her sister, the Martin girls. They're plain as hell, you'll get attention then."
