Your brother, Kyle

You scroll down to your brother's name in your contact list and give him a call.

"Sis! Long time no talk, how my little firefly doing?"

You hated it when he called you firefly. It was a nickname he gave you when you were younger and you were irrationally fearful of firefly bugs. You should be over it, and you know he's just poking fun at you, but there's still a small part of you that makes you wish he stopped calling you that name.

"Hey bro, I'm not too bad, just had one hell of a flight though. Can you come pick me up from the airport?"

"Hmm you know it's the fourth quarter of the Chargers game, right? I'm at the bar watching it and it's a close one...what if I send Charlie to come bring you over?"

Your eyes lit up at the suggestion. Charlie. Charlie was your brother's friend who always nagged you for your early prescription glasses, unfortunate acne, and anything else he could find wrong about you. However, for every joke he poked at you, you couldn't help but find him that much more attractive. Charlie's beach blond hair when tussled sent you daydreaming. Your head only came up to around his shoulders and as a child you would purposely run into him to feel his pecks against your cheek. You couldn't wait to see him again.

"Uh, yeah sure. Whatever." You play it cool but deep down your heart starts to beat a little faster. "I better freshen up if Charlie's going to pick me up." You make your way to an airport bathroom stall and lay your baggage on the ground.

You pull off your sweater and hang it on the door. Slowly using both arms to drag your tank top over the mounds on your chest, you then stand in the stall with the upper half of you naked as goosebumps begin to form on your skin. As you bend down to dig through your bag your breasts can't help but jiggle freely side to side. You then pull out a Victoria Secret's push-up bra and a skimpy blouse whose top buttons have never been used. Strapping on the bra your boobs are pushed together in a fashion that is guaranteed to cause some distraction. You then pull on the blouse and leave the top three buttons undone to not cover up the incredible cleavage the push-up bra creates.

You get a text from Charlie a little bit later. He's out front in a blue pickup truck-the same vehicle he's had for years. You make a final adjustment to your top and meet him outside.

As you walk up to him leaning against the hood of his car he seems to be looking past you. Suddenly, he exclaims, "Holy cow! I nearly didn't recognize you! You look..you look amazing!" You smirk and give him a hug, making sure your boobs brush up against his chest. "Thanks for the lift! Pretty typical of my dumb brother to be too lazy to pick me up."

The two of you hop in the car and make your way back home, all while Charlie can't help but avert his eyes from the road onto you as he drives. You catch up a bit and you tell him about Spain, and he keeps exclaiming how good you look. Your confidence is soaring through the roof. Charlie is like putty in your hands now, you can do what you've always wanted to do.