BOUNCING BUBBLES
I've always thought that the name Bubbles was better suited to a stripper than a sister. Being the slightly-older-less-attractive sibling, I would be neglect in my duty if I did not point that out every chance I get.
"You're just jealous", my sister is fond of retorting. She says this while flipping back a whisp of long blonde hair with her perfectly manicured fingers, getting her pinky ring caught for a second, cute little nose tilted up. For some reason or other this action, usually accompanied by a pitying sigh, always makes her full bosom jut out even farther than it does normally.
"Careful! You could put an eye out with those things."
Bubbles smiles smuggly and gives one of those 'girly' giggles that makes my skin crawl.
I crossed my arms over my not-so-ample-bosom (not much of a retort I admit) and watched as Bubbles turned on her heal, head held high and haughty. She sometimes suffers from Swollen Ego Syndrome, poor kid. As I still stood in the kitchen sulking, I mentally threw darts and baseballs at my sisters exiting back. Bubbles didn't walk so much as she sashayed, shapely hips swaying the way men like. Why did she get all the curves, that's what I wanna know.
Bubbles had more than curves before long. She had been standing close to where the kitchen meets the livingroom when she swirled around all superior-like. Swirled around, took a hearty disgruntled step forward...right into a doorframe. Oh baby, did she hit it hard. Funny on it's own if it's not you, funnier when said sister hits the door frame so hard that she bounce-steps backwards and hits the other side. I couldn't help it - I laughed, laughed long and hard. Laughed even harder when I found out that her new boyfriend had been in the next room and saw the whole thing.
She may have had curves, but Bubbles also had lumps that day - both to her head and her ego.
This is so very mild compared to things that came later, but we were still young.
Till tomorrow signing off.
Bunny Magee
"You're just jealous", my sister is fond of retorting. She says this while flipping back a whisp of long blonde hair with her perfectly manicured fingers, getting her pinky ring caught for a second, cute little nose tilted up. For some reason or other this action, usually accompanied by a pitying sigh, always makes her full bosom jut out even farther than it does normally.
"Careful! You could put an eye out with those things."
Bubbles smiles smuggly and gives one of those 'girly' giggles that makes my skin crawl.
I crossed my arms over my not-so-ample-bosom (not much of a retort I admit) and watched as Bubbles turned on her heal, head held high and haughty. She sometimes suffers from Swollen Ego Syndrome, poor kid. As I still stood in the kitchen sulking, I mentally threw darts and baseballs at my sisters exiting back. Bubbles didn't walk so much as she sashayed, shapely hips swaying the way men like. Why did she get all the curves, that's what I wanna know.
Bubbles had more than curves before long. She had been standing close to where the kitchen meets the livingroom when she swirled around all superior-like. Swirled around, took a hearty disgruntled step forward...right into a doorframe. Oh baby, did she hit it hard. Funny on it's own if it's not you, funnier when said sister hits the door frame so hard that she bounce-steps backwards and hits the other side. I couldn't help it - I laughed, laughed long and hard. Laughed even harder when I found out that her new boyfriend had been in the next room and saw the whole thing.
She may have had curves, but Bubbles also had lumps that day - both to her head and her ego.
This is so very mild compared to things that came later, but we were still young.
Till tomorrow signing off.
Bunny Magee
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