I was envious of the beautiful big breasts of my older sister since I was 13. She was only 15 at the time, but already had a full B cup whereas I barely had anything at all. It just didn’t seem fair. Although they eventually grew, I still only had an A cup at 18. My sister had an E cup, and to add insult to injury, her breasts were perky too! It was just hard to accept the fact that while my sister had this ridunkulous bosom, that weapon of mass destruction, I was left with these potato gun of breasts. My sister hit the genetic lottery, and I did not. Understatement of the year.
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