Sort of a story.
This is kind of a story about how things got started. I was little I guess, maybe eight or so. I have an older brother, so he started it all. I don't even remember much, but I do remember wanting to have bigger boobs for some reason. I was little and someone must have filled my head with the nonsense that bigger must mean better. Anyway, my brother (around eleven-years-old) told me his friends said you could make them bigger by rubbing on them. So we were in the attic and I laid down on the floor, he lifted up my shirt and started massaging me. I didn't know better, but it felt good. It didn't go any further (at that time) but it's my first sexual memory. I guess I have to thank my brother for my cumbersome and annoying breasts. TA DA!