"Dare" - she and Elizabeth switch bikini tops in front of Ian

Stephanie hesitated, caught off-guard by the impatience in Elizabeth’s voice. “Um, dare?”

“You and I have exactly the same bra size, so let’s switch bikini tops. In front of Ian.”

Blinking in disbelief, Stephanie followed Elizabeth over to where I was sitting. Elizabeth dropped her towel and stunned everyone by pulling my face into her bikini-clad cleavage. For a brief moment, I felt pure bliss, drowning between those soft, smooth pillows. But, as awesome as the sensation was, I knew she wasn’t doing it for me. Elizabeth was doing it to make a point to everyone else that she wasn’t to be treated like a little girl anymore. Stephanie smiled, finally getting it.

She followed Elizabeth’s example and dropped her own towel, leaving me face-to-face with two bikinis stretching across two matching pairs of breasts. Shivering with nervousness, Stephanie reached back to untie her skimpy black top—

But Elizabeth caught her hand, flatly explaining, “No, we’ll undress each other. He’ll like it better that way.”

I watched in stunned silence as Elizabeth pulled loose the tie on Stephanie’s black bikini and let the garment drop forward, exposing the glorious pink melons I had been missing ever since I got out of the hospital. I had only briefly glimpsed these breasts before, but here they were for me to stare at; to lust after in the full light of my living room. They were close enough to reach out and suckle, but I wasn’t about to do that in front of all our friends.

Then Elizabeth turned her back to me, encouraging Stephanie to unsnap her scarlet bikini top. It slipped it away, letting the sides of Elizabeth’s swelling breasts spill into view. Elizabeth turned to face me, draping an arm across her boobs to cover up. Extending the agonizing anticipation...

Satisfied that I was about to lose it, Elizabeth raised her arm away and let her ample bosom swing back and forth, fully exposed for my viewing pleasure. Without the sturdy bra that Elizabeth typically used for support, her full, heavy breasts looked even larger than I had imagined. A red flush of excitement shaded her fair skin, trailing from her cheeks, down her neck, to the curve of her tits. Two thick, burgundy nipples poked out like gumdrops.

Talia teased, “I think he likes what he sees.”

Yeah, you could say that. For an encore, Elizabeth grabbed Stephanie by the shoulders and pulled her close, mushing their bare boobs together in a thunderclap of flesh.

“Whoa.” The word escaped my mouth completely unbidden. The Great Pyramids at Giza could go fuck themselves, I had just witnessed the TRUE wonders of the world.

To my dismay, the girls then covered up with each other’s tops and returned to their seats. But Elizabeth didn’t put her towel back on, choosing instead to show off how she looked in Stephanie’s skimpy black tie-on. I had a feeling her days of being labeled the “innocent one” were safely behind her.

When she had finally recovered from the ordeal, Stephanie realized it was her turn to call someone out: “Talia, Truth or Dare?”