Family reunion

It was the 4th of July a few weeks before my 22nd birthday (August 10th). We were set to have a whole family barbecue and all of my family would be there, and I mean EVERYone was there. See in the previous adventure, there were actually a few family members missing from that event. One person in particular who I had quite the rivalry with growing up. That person, was Stacy. Stacy was the same age as me. She was my cousin on my father's side. And she was just as bitchy as I had been. If not, then worse. We would compete with each other with everything; boob size, boys we dated, math tests, you name it, we competed to be the best of the best. Stacy was also the only one in family who wasn't told about my uh changes. My family thought it would be better since we had such a heated rivalry that it would be better if we just didn't mention the fact that I had been lying about my chest measurements for about 10 or so years. Stacy absolutely hated cheaters and liars and would certainly not be pleasant when she learned the truth, and boy, was that an understatement.

So anyways, I was getting ready for the 4th of July celebration, excitedly I had actually grown a little in breast size, not a whole lot, but enough to push me over the edge up a full cup size. They were still pretty small though and definitely much smaller than Stacy's. But anyways, I put on my new patriotic bikini which had a blue top with a white stars on them and red and white striped bottoms. They would be perfect for swimming in today, but also much easier to help with my embarrassment.

I then put on a big black t-shirt for a cover up and shorts and then threw on my black flip flops. I put on my black sunglasses and headed downstairs and out the door where my family was all set up on the beach with a blanket and umbrella. My cousin was also waiting for me to arrive.

"Diana!" Stacy called out rushing up to me.

"Hey, Stacy," I said a little reluctantly as she wrapped her arms around me bringing me into a hug.

"It's been awhile. We need to compare measurements this year," she said excitedly. "I can proudly say that I moved up a cup from the last time we measured bring me to officially a D cup."

She jiggled her boobs to emphasize this as she was just wearing a black bikini and nothing else. I blushed sheepishly unsure of how to approach this. "You know, Stacy," I said crossing my arms in front of my chest, thankfully my shirt was baggy enough that the size difference wasn't immediately noticeable. "I don't feel like continuing this rivalry anymore. I think we should just set our competitiveness to the side and just forget about it. I've kinda grown out of this whole competition thing anyways."

Stacy laughed loudly. "Oh that's a good one, Diana. But you're not going to get out of this one. I want a fair competition, not you chickening out because you're afraid your boobs might be smaller than mine this time."

I prayed that she couldn't notice the guilty look in my eyes as I said. "I really don't want to. Maybe later," I said trying to walk away from her.

Stacy narrowed her eyes at me. "Come on, Diana, what happened to you? You're so boring now," she whined.

"I just don't want to, okay?" I said trying to get away from her.