As I bathed, I became steadily aware of a light crawling sensation on my skin. Thinking nothing of it, I proceeded to finish washing the suds out of my hair as the water rolled down my small, perky teen breasts. Yeah, they were small, but at fifteen, I wasn’t even done maturing yet. Maybe by the time I reached my sister’s age, they would be bigger. She was already 30 and had C cup breasts, but maybe that was from breastfeeding two kids.
I turned off the water and slid open the shower curtain, stepping out on to the towel I had set down as the water dripped between and down my legs. I grabbed the towel I had gotten out earlier and proceeded to dry myself off.
Once I was done, I donned my panties and focused on drying my long brown hair out. Then I finished getting dressed in my training bra, blouse and pants. It was embarrassing, still wearing a training bra. My small breasts were just too small for any other size.
I stepped out into the hallway and walked past my sister’s husband, Marc. I said hey as I walked downstairs back into the kitchen and to my homework. God, I hated freshman math! As I approached, I noticed Joanna helping mom in the kitchen.