Packages

The morning passed quickly as Gerald packed away clothes, cds, bathroom accessories and the like for his second year at college.

Lunch was grilled cheese sandwiches with pepperjack cheese. He chatted with his mother, whose red hair Gerald's sister had inherited. They chatted while eating. For the most part, his mother asked what if he had any plans for the weekend, other than moving into townhouse he was renting with friends, and inquired about his studies.

The afternoon went even quicker as he loaded up his car with the boxes he was taking up to the university.

When done, he was sitting in his room, perusing the latest news on rebuilding and refurbishing classic cars in one of the many magazines he received. As he was reading about the work someone was doing on a 1967 Ford Mustang Shelby GT 500 in the Bay area of California, he heard a someone knocking on his door. He groaned in irritation at the interuption.

"Come in," he said. The door opened and his sister stepped in the room, apparently having just arrived from school as her uniform was still on. She softly closed the door behind her, moved to stand in front of her brother, and looked him in the eye, a frown on her face.

"Can I help you, Katrina?" Gerald said.

"They're a 32B," she stated.

"Excuse me?"

"My breasts, Gerald. They're a 32B."

"Why are telling me this, sis?"

"I, I," Katrina stammered. "I don't think they're anything to laugh at. I mean, so what if the girls at your college are bigger? Aren't these as good if not better?" Tears started to fall from her eyes as Katrina began to unbutton her blouse.

"See?" she said, pulling her blouse wide, revealing her young firm breasts clad in a white lacy bra.