Michelle

I was trying to keep my hands from visibly shaking as I picked up my cards. Rachel was refusing to make eye contact with anyone at the table. Michelle's chest seemed to rise and fall a little faster. Only Suzy, oddly enough, seemed to be detached from the nervousness that had settled into the room.

I drew a pair of tens and, when I threw in the other three cards, drew a third ten.

I laid down my three of a kind on the table. Rachel nervously showed two pairs (a pair of sevens and a pair of fours) and was visibly relieved when Suzy laid down a pair of queens.

All eyes turned to Michelle, who just laid her cards face down, not showing them to anybody, and with a winsome smile, said, "Guess I lost the first hand."

At this point, I and her sisters just expected Michelle to take off one of her shoes.

Instead, she stood up, facing me and said,"Guess you get the honor of being the first man to see them in all their natural glory, Daddy."

What she meant by 'they' became perfectly clear when Michelle took off her top in one swift motion, tossing it to the floor.

I had gotten peeks and glimpses of Michelle's breasts since the first time her mother had brought me home to meet her daughters. Now I got to see them without any obstructions.

They were magnificent.

Michelle's breasts (like her mothers and, I assume, her sisters) were about a "D' cup. Unlike her mother's breasts, however, time and gravity had not taken their toll on them yet. They were firm and very perky, her stiff nipples pointed upward.

Michelle walked in front of me and said, "You can touch them if you want to, Daddy."