[It's just not fair! She's been thirteen years old for months now, every one of her friends are starting to blossom forth, but Relm just can't seem to grow any kind of decent tits. Her memory is kind of hazy going that far back, but she's convinced herself she's certain that Camilla was a B-cup by now. Relm, though... she's still in a training bra. Even cupping the barely-there mounds and pressing them together barely gets her anything.
It's totally unfair. She's a mature young lady, not some dumb kid. Relm is smart for her age, speaking and thinking on a level at least several years above her, but what she got in brains, she didn't get in a body. Her ass is only a little plump, her hips aren't anything interesting at all... at least her dick has grown a little since she became aware that touching it feels really good. She can wrap her entire hand around it and still have over an inch poke out above.
Artists draw what they feel, and Relm is no exception. Her public paintings, the ones that go to art shows and get sold for big money as the work of the kid genius painter, are still clean, but in her private sketchbooks (that no one is supposed to be going through...) it's another matter. Growing up around two exceedingly busty women has given her plenty of inspiration, so she has no trouble drawing the female form. Sometimes clothed, sometimes nude, always with huge tits. As it gets worse, she even starts drawing only boobs, forget everything else.
She's certainly worked herself up that fateful day when Camilla knocks on her door. Biting down on her lip, she's lying down on her bed, stripped to the skin, one hand on her barely-there breast and the other covered in lotion and stroking her cock. Camilla and their mother are home, but it's okay, she's sure she locked the door. Breathing hard, occasionally moaning, and waiting with a tissue to collect her eventual emission, she can feel herself getting close...
When there's a knock at the door. That snaps her out of her fantasies of thrusting her dick between a huge, lush pair of breasts, but aside from a glance at the door, she ignores it.
Wait. The lock is in the horizontal position. That means that it...]
C-Camilla! Don't come until I say so!
[She frantically tries to grab a pillow and cover herself, but it's way too late. Camilla had more than enough opportunity to see everything, much to Relm's immense humiliation... and, though she doesn't quite realize it yet, exhilaration. Getting walked in on while she was touching herself, why does this crap happen to her?]
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It's totally unfair. She's a mature young lady, not some dumb kid. Relm is smart for her age, speaking and thinking on a level at least several years above her, but what she got in brains, she didn't get in a body. Her ass is only a little plump, her hips aren't anything interesting at all... at least her dick has grown a little since she became aware that touching it feels really good. She can wrap her entire hand around it and still have over an inch poke out above.
Artists draw what they feel, and Relm is no exception. Her public paintings, the ones that go to art shows and get sold for big money as the work of the kid genius painter, are still clean, but in her private sketchbooks (that no one is supposed to be going through...) it's another matter. Growing up around two exceedingly busty women has given her plenty of inspiration, so she has no trouble drawing the female form. Sometimes clothed, sometimes nude, always with huge tits. As it gets worse, she even starts drawing only boobs, forget everything else.
She's certainly worked herself up that fateful day when Camilla knocks on her door. Biting down on her lip, she's lying down on her bed, stripped to the skin, one hand on her barely-there breast and the other covered in lotion and stroking her cock. Camilla and their mother are home, but it's okay, she's sure she locked the door. Breathing hard, occasionally moaning, and waiting with a tissue to collect her eventual emission, she can feel herself getting close...
When there's a knock at the door. That snaps her out of her fantasies of thrusting her dick between a huge, lush pair of breasts, but aside from a glance at the door, she ignores it.
Wait. The lock is in the horizontal position. That means that it...]
C-Camilla! Don't come until I say so!
[She frantically tries to grab a pillow and cover herself, but it's way too late. Camilla had more than enough opportunity to see everything, much to Relm's immense humiliation... and, though she doesn't quite realize it yet, exhilaration. Getting walked in on while she was touching herself, why does this crap happen to her?]