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It was the summer of 1984. I came back with my sister after our 40-minute morning jog with sweat drenching our clothes, partially ‘cause of the jog and partially ‘cause it was hot. As soon as we entered the house, we went for a quick shower, with her heading to her room and me to the guest bathroom. When I came out, I saw Mom sitting on the couch in front of the TV in the living room. Since today was a Saturday, all three of us were in a relaxed mood.

“How’s your leg now?” Bel asked Mom, coming out of her room in a top and shorts, with a towel wrapped around her shoulder-length blonde hair.

Mom was sitting on the couch in an old top and jeans.

“It’s much better now. I didn’t go with you guys today ‘cause I wanted to give it a rest. I’ll go tomorrow.”

“Hey listen, this magazine is holding a competition. Whoever recreates the naughtiest photo of their childhood will win a three-day all-paid trip for two to James Island,” Mom said, picking up a magazine lying on her lap. (James Island is like Hawaii but smaller.)

“Whaddya mean?” Bel asked as she sat down on the couch opposite me.

“Your uncle Erik called yesterday and told me about this competition. It’s very easy. Say, there’s a funny or naughty photo of me when I was a child. Now, I’ve to recreate that exact photo and send both the childhood one and this one to them, and they’ll select the best one. There are loads of photos of me and Erik, and there are loads of you two. So, let’s give it a shot.”

Erik was her elder brother. He was a year older than her.

“But only one photo will win,” I reminded her.

“If you two win, I’ll pay for the trip and come with you. If I win, I’ll pay for you two. We can save at least one ticket. Erik won’t come as he has been to James Island twice and he didn’t like it.”

“Mom, we don’t have any funny photos anyway,” I announced as I got up to get apple juice.

“We’ll see. I’m sure there are loads in the attic. Erik has one of me and him.”

“What’s it?” Bel asked as she pulled her shorts all the way up and started lightly hitting her bare thighs with her fists.

“He’ll bring it around later.”

After breakfast, all three of us went up to the attic but didn’t find any suitable photos. All were pretty lame ones. In the afternoon, Mom said Grandma had some, so we’d go to her house in the evening.

Uncle Erik was also there when we reached Grandma’s house. Though 38 years old, he was still enjoying his single status. That he was 6’2”, had blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a ripped body didn’t hurt either.

With dinner done, Mom, Erik, and Grandma went to the garage to look for photos while I, Bel, and Grandpa went to the backyard as Bel loved the swing. Whenever we came to Grandma’s house, she had to use the swing. On a trip to Asia, Grandpa saw an old-style swing, and he decided to have a similar one in his house. She stood up on the swing and held on to the ropes on the sides tightly as Grandpa placed both his hands not on her back or even her hips but on her firm and smooth ass and pushed her 5’6” body hard. She was now wearing a short skirt, and as she swung back and forth, her purple panties became visible, but she kept swinging, and Grandpa continued to push her higher and higher with his hands on her ass.

Mom and others returned after 15-20 minutes from the garage and told us they had found suitable photos and asked us to come inside the house. Once inside, Bel and I sat down with Erik in the kitchen and Grandma served us ice creams as Mom and Grandpa looked at the photos.

On the way back to the house, Bel asked Mom whether she got all the photos she wanted. Mom replied that she got some from Grandma’s house and one Erik brought.

“Show us,” Bel said.

“It’s in the trunk. I’ll show them at home,” Mom answered.

“Did Grandpa say anything when he saw you in this skirt?”

“He said it was looking beautiful. I thanked him,” Bel, sitting in the passenger seat in front, replied.

“Grandma told me he spent a long time looking for it. He’s given another skirt and top for you,” Mom added.

Bel instantly bent down to look for it, but Mom told her the bag was in the trunk. As soon as we reached home, Bel opened the trunk and took the bag to her room. Mom and I were waiting for her in the living room when she came out in a lace-cropped top that ended midway on her stomach, leaving her belly button exposed, and a deep neck that wasn’t revealing much as she was wearing a bra.

“It looks gorgeous, but you’re supposed to wear it without anything under it. The bra is spoiling the whole look. Take it off and come back,” Mom suggested.

“But Mom, the neck’s too deep,” she said.

“Go on, try it. And wear the skirt, too,” Mom persisted.

Bel went back to her room and came back in the top and skirt. Mom was right: the top was looking much more beautiful. The plunging neckline was exposing nearly half of her big breasts.

“You’re looking amazing. Your grandpa’s going to be so happy. This is his birthday gift for you,” Mom announced as she watched Bel.

“But he has already given me that skirt. Isn’t it too much?” Bel inquired as she looked at her round and firm breasts.

“No, it isn’t. Isn’t she looking lovely?” Mom turned her head and asked me.

I was, however, fully engrossed in watching my own sister’s half-naked boobs, her smooth stomach, and her naked hips.

“Isn’t she?” Mom repeated, but this time louder.

“Yeah, she’s looking lovely. The top is gorgeous,” I blurted out.

Then my eyes moved downwards. She was wearing a mini-skirt that was covering only her butt cheeks and had a slit that went all the way up, revealing not only her whole left leg but also giving a peek at her butt cheek from the side. The slit was also exposing the waistband of her panties.

“You are 16 now. If you don’t wear them now, then when? Wear it when you’re with Karl, he’ll love it. Now go change,” Mom ordered.

Bel looked at Mom and then at her top and skirt. Without saying anything, she went back to change.

After we had changed into pajamas, Mom called us to her room and told us Grandma, Grandpa, and Erik would come to our house tomorrow to shoot the pictures for the competition. Then we’d go to Grandma’s house, have lunch there, and shoot the remaining photos there. She opened an envelope and took out the pictures.

In one photo, I’m standing in only underwear in Grandma’s backyard, and Bel’s standing in front of me with her back toward me in diapers, and my one hand is across her bare chest and the other across her stomach.

“I’ve seen this one,” I said.

“Look, how lovely you both look,” Mom nodded.

“Mom, do you really wanna recreate this?” Bel inquired, looking at Mom with her blue eyes.

“Yes, this is a very lovely photo,” Mom said.

“But Mom, people will see these photos,” Bel continued.

“This is for the competition. Anyway, only we’ll be there when we shoot the photos.”

“Uncle Erik won’t come?” I inquired.

“He’s family,” Mom replied.

“What’s the other photo?” I asked.

In the second one, Mom’s holding a yellow rubber duck in one hand, and Erik is chasing her in Grandma’s bathroom. Erik is in white underwear and Mom’s stark naked.

“Are you really gonna do this?” I asked, getting up from the bed and looking at the photo again and then at Mom.

“Your grandma said this could win the prize and your grandpa agrees. The magazine will cover all the important bits, so no one would be able to see anything.”

“But isn’t it too much? I mean, you were small kids then so this isn’t weird, but now?” Bel commented.

“It’s just a photo,” Mom replied as she took the photo from us and put it back in the envelope.

“Here’s the third one,” she said, giving us the photo.

In the photo, Mom’s sitting on a couch in our house in the living room, and I’m on her lap. Her green tube top is down to her hips, and she’s naked from the waist up. One of her pink nipples is in my mouth.

“I’ve never seen this one,” I said as I gaped at her voluptuous breasts.

I was aware that her boobs were big, but this was the first time I was seeing them.

“It was in your grandpa’s old cupboard. This one was also there, but unfortunately, we cannot recreate it,” she said as she handed us another photo.

This one had Dad, a friend of Dad, and Grandpa. Dad’s friend Thomas and Grandpa are sitting on a couch, and Dad is on the next couch with Mom. While my mouth is on Mom’s tit, Dad is cupping Mom’s other breast and pulling it away from me toward his mouth. Thomas and Grandpa are laughing. Suddenly I began missing Dad. He sadly died a few years ago in a car crash.

“Who took this photo?” Bel wondered aloud.

“Your dad’s friend Mathew.”

“Why are their balloons?” I inquired, looking at the balloons on the wall.

“What balloons?” Mom said.

“Do you mean these ones?” Bel asked as she pointed at the balloons.

“Yeah, what else?” I snapped.

“I thought you meant the other ones,” Bel replied, winking at me.

“I heard that,” Mom remarked.

“It’s your second birthday. You got so many gifts that day. Nearly everybody was there.”

“What about my birthday?” Bel wondered.

“You also got many gifts. I think some are still in Grandma’s house. Both Grandma and Grandpa said the more photos we send the better chance we have. So, instead of two, we should send three. Erik thinks the one of you and me has the best chance. What do you think?” she asked as she lifted her blue eyes and looked at me.

“Yeah, sending more makes sense,” I commented.

“Good. Tomorrow we’ll shoot the photos.”

“What’s the last photo?” I asked.

“It’s nothing. It was there, so I brought it.” Mom handed the photo to us.

Dad is standing and in front of him is Mom, who at 5’8” is just two inches shorter than him. Next to her is her friend Vera and behind Vera is her husband. All four are standing in the room we were in. All four are completely naked. Dad has his hands across her chest, with his palms covering the bottom part of her bosom, including the nipples, leaving the top part totally bare. Mom has her palms on her pussy, with her fingers pointing down, and her long legs and toned thighs are naked. Vera and her husband are also standing in the same pose. I also noticed that though Mom’s hiding the area between her legs with her hands, her bush is visible.

“We lost a bet. The bet was to see who’d raise the most money for the homeless shelter. Anders and Agnes beat us,” Mom explained.

“Who took the photo?” I inquired.

“Agnes.”

Anders was Dad’s friend and Agnes was his wife. I wanted to keep looking at Mom’s big breasts, her long legs, and her toned thighs, but she told us she was sleepy, so I gave the photo back to her and left her room with Bel, whose silence told me she was as confused as me, but right now I needed to take care of something, so I hurriedly said good night to her and went straight to my room and to the bathroom.

The next day, a Sunday, Grandma, Grandpa, and Erik came to our house after breakfast. On the way, Grandma bought a green tube top for Mom. Thankfully, in the photo I’m wearing a plain sweatshirt and blue jeans, so we didn’t need to buy them. I had changed into a sweatshirt and jeans. Bel was wearing the lace-cropped top and the mini-skirt as Mom wanted Grandpa to see her in that.

“La bella donna, Bel,” Erik exclaimed, spreading his arms toward Bel.

“You look beautiful, my beautiful lady,” he added, translating the Italian to English.

Grandma slowly walked to Bel and, putting her hands on Bel’s naked hips, observed her closely from top to bottom.

“You are beautiful,” Grandma concurred as she bent her head and, pushing Bel’s blonde hair behind her ears, kissed her forehead.

“You’ve a lovely figure, so take care of it. I hope you’re going for runs and swimming and don’t eat garbage. Look how your mother takes care of herself. I want you to look like her 20 years from now. Got it?”

“I want you to look like Mother 40 years from now,” Mom remarked.

“Don’t be ridiculous. That’s impossible. I’m special,” Grandma winked at Bel.

“Now go thank your grandpa,” she said as she turned her head and looked at Grandpa, sitting on the couch.

Grandpa patted his thighs as Bel walked toward him, and Bel sat down on his thighs with her half-exposed boobs inches away from his blue eyes. He placed one hand on her bare shoulders and the other on her naked thighs near her crotch.

“Let me take a photo,” Erik declared as he took out the Canon camera.

“You can put your hands there,” Mom told him.

“Yes, we know you’re itching to put your hands there,” Grandma commented, pointing at Bel with her head.

“She’s my granddaughter, so why wouldn’t I?” he queried as he placed his hand on her shoulder and, slightly moving the top with his fingers, kissed the bare skin of her shoulder.

He then turned Bel around, putting her ass right on his crotch, and, slipping his hands under her arms, put them on her breasts, with his palms touching the skin of her big bosom and his thumbs on her protruding nipples.

“Do you like the gift?” he inquired as he ran his eyes over her top and the mini-skirt.

Bel, who was sitting with her legs crossed and her butt cheek and panties showing under the mini-skirt, looked at his hands cupping her boobs, and said, “I love it. Thank you very much.”

“Anything for my granddaughter.”

“I feared you might not like this, but your grandma convinced me,” he remarked, moving his hand to the slit in the skirt and touching the waistband of her panties.

Putting his whole hand on her butt cheek, he drew her body closer as Erik clicked the photos. When Erik was done, Bel got up, turned around, and said, “Thank you, Grandpa. It’s really lovely.”

“So this is the photo y’all will shoot,” Grandma said, putting the photo on the coffee table in front of the couch in the living room.

“Just gimme a minute,” Mom pleaded as she rushed to the bathroom.

Bel sat down on a chair with her knee raised up. Her position meant her panties under the mini-skirt were clearly visible, but she made no attempt to hide them.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mom finally stepped out wearing that tube top and pajamas and her wavy blonde hair tied in a bun.

“What took you so long?” Erik asked.

“I was finishing things,” Mom replied.

“She was cutting the Amazon,” Grandpa commented.

“I don’t cut, I shave, and it wasn’t Amazon,” Mom announced as she sat down on the couch.

“This is gross,” Bel remarked.

“Why?” Grandpa asked. “It’s not like a man is taking her nipples in his mouth for the first time. Come on, get on with it.”

Mom crossed her legs and pulled the top down to her waist, revealing her big boobs and her pink nipples. I went and lay down on her lap, putting my face on her thighs over her pajamas just under her right breast. Her left nipple, meanwhile, was above my sweatshirt.

“Lightly touch it with your fingers,” Grandma ordered, picking up the photo and showing it to me.

I placed the tip of my fingers of both hands on her right boob. Mom moved her hand under my head, slightly lifting it, and brought my mouth to her nipple. Her right hand was on my cheek.

“Go on, take her nipple in your mouth,” I heard Grandpa ordering me.

Mom nodded her head and smiled. I immediately took her tit in my mouth, locking my lips around it tightly.

“Be careful. Don’t bite it,” she whispered as she looked into my blue eyes.

“Tilt your head a little back, don’t look at him, look straight,” Grandma suggested to Mom.

“Yes, hold it like that,” Erik told her.

He took two or three quick photos before saying, “It’s done.”

I got up and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. Since last night I was walking with a hard-on thinking about touching Mom’s boobs and sucking her nipples, but now I wasn’t aroused at all. I guess the presence of everybody killed the mood.

When Mom tried to get up, Erik told her to stay there. He told Mom to put her hands behind her head and arch her back. He took a couple of more photos as she arched her back, pushing her breasts forward, and he said, “Cup them from under like you’re offering them to someone.”

Mom puckered up her lips as if she was gonna kiss someone and, cupping her voluptuous boobs from under, offered her breasts to the camera.

“Excellent, excellent,” exclaimed Erik. “Now...”

But Grandma cut him off.

“Enough of all this. Get up. We have to go.”

Mom got up from the couch and pulled the top back up.

“I want a copy of all the photos,” Mom told Erik.

“Me too,” Grandpa said.

“What will you do?” Grandma asked him.

“I’ll keep them. Y’all should thank me that I keep things properly,” he growled as he got up.

Grandma picked up the photo envelope and we all headed to her home.

When Erik got out of his car there was something in his jeans pocket, so Mom said, “What’s in your pocket?”

“Nothing.”

“What’s it?” Mom persisted.

He took out underwear from his pocket.

“Why are you carrying underwear?” Grandma asked.

“Are you going commando, son?” Grandpa inquired.

“No, Father. I always carry an extra, okay?”

“My son is hot-blooded,” Grandma commented as she looked at him admiringly.

When we entered the house, Grandpa said to Bel, “I’ve one more gift for you.”

“But Grandpa, you’ve already given me so many things.”

“This will complete your birthday gifts. You don’t turn 16 every year,” he commented as he hurried to his room.

Her 16th birthday turned out to be pretty profitable. She got a watch from Erik, gold earrings from Grandma, shoes that she long wanted from Mom, and a Walkman from me.

“Come and pose here while Father gets the gift,” Erik told her, signaling to a chair.

“Stand like this,” he suggested, showing her the pose.

He took a couple of pictures of her standing there with her hands on her hips, her elbows resting on the back of the chair, her 5’6” body arched forward, and her boobs swaying over the chair, giving him a full view of her cleavage. Her blonde hair was caressing her arms and her blue eyes were directly looking at the camera.

“You should tell Karl to try this position,” he remarked as he watched her bending down, referring to her boyfriend.

When Bel heard that her cheeks and ears turned red.

“Has he tried that position?” Grandma inquired with a smile on her face.

Bel straightened herself but didn’t look at us or reply. Just then, Grandpa returned with the gift.

“Can I open it here?” Bel asked.

“Yes, of course, go ahead,” he told her.

“This is very beautiful,” Erik commented as Bel took out a bustier and matching panties from the box.

“Ulla helped me select it,” Grandpa said, referring to Mom.

“Put it on,” Grandma ordered.

“Here?” Bel wondered as she looked at us.

“Where else? We all are family here,” Grandma remarked.

“I meant, I’ll put it on in our house.”

“I told you to start training them early, but you didn’t,” Grandma stared at Mom.

“I’ll help you,” Mom got up and hauled Bel to Grandma’s room.

“Grandma, whaddya mean by training?” I inquired.

“Both of you’re too conscious about your bodies. You’re so handsome, your sister’s so beautiful, but both of you worry too much about other people. You’re always worried about what if he sees me, what if she sees me? Let’s them see. Do you’ve scabies that you’re so scared of showing your body?”

I just sat there listening to Grandma’s rant. Thankfully, Mom and Bel returned.

“I told you, Father, she’d look lovely in this,” Mom said to Grandpa.

The bustier was pushing up her already big breasts and revealing her whole cleavage. Since the nipple and the center areas were made of a thicker cloth, her nipples and belly button weren’t visible, but the rest of her, including her side boobs and stomach, were on display. Meanwhile, the panties were hiding the crown jewel.

“This is what I was talking about. She’s so beautiful, but she wants to keep everything covered up. Only that boy Karl can see. God forbid if we or anyone else see her,” Grandma continued her rant.

Erik came to me and, handing me the camera, whispered, “Take my photo with her before Mother loses completely.”

He called Bel to come near him. He placed one hand on her back and the other on her bare thigh and, lifting her leg wrapped it around his hip with her foot on his behind. He then put both his hands on her ass over her panties as she placed her arms around him, buried her bosom into his chest and turned her face, and looked right at the camera.

“You should try this position, too,” Erik whispered.

After I took a couple of photos in that pose, he turned her around, now her back was toward him, and, raising her arms, placed her hands around his neck, which made her boobs spill out even more from the bustier, and slipped his thumbs under the panties’ waistband and put his fingers on her pussy over the panties. She arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward, and pushed her ass into his crotch.

Erik kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and said, “Mother’s right. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. Be more confident, be more bold.”

She nodded her head as she walked back to Mom.

Grandma and Erik went to arrange things for the photo shoot while Grandpa and Mom went to the kitchen to eat something. Bel came and sat down on my thighs on the couch, with her knees raised and her feet on my legs. She put her arms around me, burying her face into my chest, and cuddled against me. I placed one hand on her back and the other on her bare thighs.

“What was Grandma going on about?” she inquired in a muffled voice.

“She’s somewhat right. Let people think whatever they wanna think. You do whatever you want. We should be more like Mom. You saw how confidently she was posing with Dad’s friends and Grandpa,” I replied, moving my hand to her butt cheek.

“You mean take everything off? Will you do it?” she asked with her face still buried in my chest.

“I don’t know if I can do it. Maybe I can. Actually, if you and Mom are ... you know, without clothes, I’d get more confidence. Doing it alone would be difficult,” I admitted.

She raised her head, looked at me with her blue eyes, and slightly shifted her thigh as she felt my cock becoming bigger under her leg. I didn’t react or say anything.

“I don’t wanna see you walking like that all the time,” she whispered, once again burying her face.

“I wanna see you,” I commented as I lightly pinched her thigh and planted a kiss on her butt cheek.

“Grandpa also had a bulge when I was on his lap. He moved my legs, and his bulge was between me the whole time. I was like, is he gonna mount me right here?”

“You’d have liked that, wouldn’t you? After all, you’re his favorite,” I remarked.

“I’m not. Anyway, did you find Mom posing with Uncle Mathew and others weird?”

“I’m sad she hasn’t posed with me,” I replied.

“What about me?” she queried as she raised her head and lightly hit my hard-as-a-rock cock over the jeans with her hand.

“You? I’ll pose with you in all positions,” I announced.

“Keep dreaming,” she said as she turned around and lay on her back, with her half-naked boobs inches away from my mouth.

Bending my head, I cupped her left tit and took her right nipple hiding under her bustier in my mouth and bit it. Then I dragged her left boob toward my mouth, but she grabbed my hand and quickly turned her face toward my chest.

I knew that getting her left tit into my mouth meant fighting with her, so I slapped her ass over her panties and sat there with my one hand on her ass and the other on her back. She, meanwhile, was still cuddling against me.

I had one hand on Bel’s stomach over her bustier and the other near her hip, with my palm on her crotch over her panties. Her arm was covering her eyes, revealing her smooth armpit as the bustier was sleeveless and the other hand over my hand on her stomach when Mom came and told me to shoot the pictures.

Hearing Mom’s voice, Bel lifted her arm and opened her eyes. Bending down, Mom planted a kiss on Bel’s lips and said, “You’re looking very beautiful, sweetheart.”

Mom aimed the camera lens at us and succeeded in taking our photo with my help, as the camera was new to her. We all went to Grandma’s room, except Erik, and Mom began opening her hair and then took off her pajamas and waited for Erik in a top and panties.

Until now, I was noticing only Mom’s big breasts, but now her ass was catching my attention. Her ample behind was as smooth as butter and as firm as a candle. She was swaying her hips as she walked and waited for Erik. But what was turning me on more was that she was walking in panties in front of us, including her own father.

“Yesterday, your father spent the whole evening going all over the city looking for a rubber duck. I don’t know how, but he finally found a shop,” Grandma said to Mom.

“Another reason to thank me,” Grandpa stated.

Then Erik came wearing only white underwear.

“Where’s the one you were wearing?” Grandma asked.

“In the washing machine.”

“Be careful, this is white. Mother’s used to seeing your stained underwear but we aren’t,” Mom warned him.

“You play with your rubber duck,” he replied, giving her the yellow duck.

Mom got up from the bed and started taking off her top. Then in a bra and panties, she entered the bathroom, with all of us following behind her. Once inside, she took off her bra and then her panties and gave them to Bel, who handed her the duck.

“See, I told you she was mowing the Amazon,” Grandpa reminded us.

He was right. She was completely hairless. Her pink pussy lips were clearly visible. Watching her standing there naked was a head-spinning experience. I was riveted to each and every inch of her body, especially her voluptuous boobs and the down under area. Mom saw me staring at her but didn’t say anything, most probably ‘cause others were there. Grandma opened the basin tap and sprinkled some water on Mom’s neck, shoulders, and bosom as her upper body was a little wet in the original photo.

“Ulla, you keep your hands as if you’re running and your legs separated, don’t join them. Erik, you’re chasing her, but keep your left elbow a little back, behind your body, and your left leg in front of your right one,” Grandma looked at the photo and told Mom.

Mom went and stood in front of Erik, with her hair open and caressing her shoulders and her back toward him, and posed as if he was chasing her and she was running from him. I shot three or four photos, with Mom’s boobs and crotch in the focus. I wanted to take a couple of Mom alone, but Erik had other ideas.

“Champ, take our photos,” he said as he clasped his arms around her, pressing his crotch into her back and hugging her 5’8” body tightly from behind. He placed his cheek on her shoulder as she moved her hair to the other shoulder and rested her head on his shoulder.

I had no option, so I clicked their photos. After two photos, Erik told me to stop. With that done, Mom and Erik put their clothes back on. In the backyard, I took off my T-shirt and jeans and sat down on a chair in my underwear, with Grandpa and Erik standing nearby. Then Bel came with Grandma and Mom.

As they came out, I heard Bel saying, “I don’t do such things.”

“What does Karl do then?” Mom retorted, referring to Bel’s boyfriend.

“Now what happened?” Grandpa inquired.

“She’s saying she doesn’t want Manus’ hands on her,” Mom explained, referring to me.

“Manus, keep your hands to yourself,” Grandpa ordered.

“Yeah, I don’t like boys touching me,” Bel said as she walked straight to me holding a can of beer in her hand.

“Those voices I hear coming from your room are of you and Karl discussing the weather, right?” Mom commented.

“Leave her alone. In this photo she’s sullen, so this is perfect. Don’t smile, laugh, or anything. Stay like this,” Erik said. (I was actually surprised she said yes in the first place. She later told me she agreed to do it ‘cause after Mom did it, she knew she had to agree, or Mom and Grandma would have gone on and on about it.)

In the original photo, she’s wearing diapers, but now she was only in white panties. Just like the rest of our family, she had blue eyes and blonde hair. And just like Mom, she had a big pair. Bel crossed her arms around her chest and stood there without saying anything.

“Come on, Manus, we don’t have the whole day. Let’s wrap this up,” Mom said to me.

I got up and stood up with my back toward a tree. Bel came and stood in front of me, with her back toward my 5’10” body. I placed one arm midway on her stomach, with my fingertips on her belly button, and the other arm across her chest, with my hand on her left breast.