A few hours passed and her sister arrived. Their mom would be there soon, but Fred's schedule sometimes had him working late and he probably wouldn't be home until later that evening.
Alison found Jen lying on the living room couch watching some cartoon show.
“I see you’re back to your usual self.” Alison said, as she plopped down on the far end of the couch, making Jen pull her legs up.
Ali was still wearing the red shirt from that morning and made no effort to hide the second set of breasts that hung out.
“What do you mean?” Jen asked, still not used to seeing her sister like that...
“Isn't that one of your favorite shirts? It seems like you've been wearing old baggy stuff for days now.” Alison replied.
Jen, suddenly realizing that her lower set was mostly exposed, sat up and pulled the shirt down.
“Ha ha, you’re acting so weird!” Her sister squealed.
Jen, realizing that hiding them was stranger than letting them show, cautiously relaxed; allowing fabric to bounce back and expose her mid-drift and second bosom.
“Mrs. Veronica asked me to bring these to you.” Alison said as she pulled a small stack of papers and a couple text books from her backpack.
“Thanks,” Jen replied.
She hated to be behind on her school work and was glad to see that her instructors cared enough to gather everything up for her. She glanced through the worksheets, and hadn't missed anything serious.
“I can start on this later,” She thought, then asked Alison, “How was school?”
Jen really wasn't that interested but did wonder if the exposed breasts caused any issues for her.
Alison gave Jen a recap of the day’s events. Her report seemed very ordinary given the unusual circumstances.
It wasn't long before their mom arrived.
She saw Jen and said, “Oh Jen, I thought you’d be in your room. Are you feeling better?”
Jen wasn't sure if she would ever get used to how oblivious everyone was to her or her sister’s breasts hanging out.
“I am,” she replied, still trying to sound a little raspy.
“I’m glad to hear it. Girls, I picked up some McRonalds on the way home.” Mom said, as she lifted the fast food bag then left towards the dining room.”
“Cool,” Alison chirped, as she hopped up and bounded after their mother.
Jen stood up and followed them, trying to pretend that everything was ordinary. She felt a little embarrassed as the cool air hit her exposed right breast. It gave her goosebumps and she could feel her nipples hardening.
“This is as good of test as any,” She thought.
As they ate, their mom asked Alison about school, Jen heard a repeat of their earlier conversation, though a little more censored for mom.
As they were finishing up, their mom looked towards Jen and said, “Jen, I don’t mean to embarrass you, but you should put on a bra before your dad gets home.”
Jen’s cheeks flushed red and her first reaction was to try and pull her t-shirt down enough to cover up.
“What are you doing you dork!” Her sister laughed.
“That’s just making it worse,” her mom said, with a hint of confusion.
“Are you sure you’re feeling better?”
Jen looked down and realized that, like her lower set, the upper breasts were nipping pretty hard against the now tightly pulled fabric.
She let go of her shirt, apologized, then left to find a bra...
As she walked down the hallway she overheard them talking.
“She sure has been acting odd lately...” Her mom said.
“I know, I think one of the boys at school called her a name. Now she’s feeling self-conscious...” Alison replied.
“She’s usually pretty good about standing up for herself, almost to a fault. I wonder what he said,” Mom continued.
Jen didn't catch the rest as she rounded the corner and began to climb the stairs.“I’m definitely feeling self-conscious, but that isn't exactly why,” she thought...