BOOBS!

OK, before we go any further in the story, there's something about my stepsisters that I need to tell you. I probably should have told you sooner, really, but I didn’t want to seem crass by bringing it up too fast. You see, my sisters, in addition to all of their other wonderful and endearing qualities, happen to be extraordinarily well-endowed. Big tits, in other words. Huge, actually--bigger than a full softball each. I don’t know much about how cup-size works, but we’re probably talking DD’s.

As you can probably imagine, both Jessie and Marisa were a bit sensitive about their breasts. They were talented girls with a lot going for them, and the last thing they wanted was to become nothing but the Tits Twins around school. But like any teenage girl with normal insecurities about her body, they wore their share of revealing clothing from time to time. Don’t think I’m a terrible human being for thinking this, but seeing one of my sisters in a lowcut top never failed to make me grateful that women need regular reminders that they’re sexy. Does-my-butt-look-big-in-this moments excepted, reassuring women about how hot they are is one of the best jobs guys have ever had.

Anyway, now you can picture the scene: the high school lunchroom, with a very pretty redhead with giant breasts almost bursting out of her lowcut baby blue t-shirt holding forth to a group of 12th grade tough guys about how macho culture is terrible for girls’ education and self-esteem. I’m not even at the table, because I’m not nearly cool enough to be sitting with seniors, but sitting with my geeky friends nearby I hear the whole thing.

It happens pretty quickly--one minute Marisa is happily babbling away using all the phases she’d picked up from the feminist books she loves, when suddenly the quarterback of the football team interrupts her with “Hey Marisa, do you know what my big problem with feminism is?”

His buddies are hiding their smirks, because they know what’s coming. I’m wincing over at the next table, because even I can tell that he was feeling dumb and didn’t quite know why, so he’s going to lash out at her. But Marisa, for all of her intelligence, just doesn’t see it. She actually believes that this jerkoff has a real critique of feminism. So she just encourages him and is totally unprepared when he says, in mock seriousness:

“Because it does terrible things for hot chicks like you. I mean, look at you, with titties like those you could do anything in the world. Most men would die for a minute of playing with your tits. But instead of using your assets to get ahead, you're wasting your time with this stupid feminism shit."