"BETSY'S going away to another school!"
    The shock announcement was met with stunned silence at the tea table.
    Zara was the first to recover. "What for?" She thought she knew. Something to do with the size of her bust, compared to the Jones girls.
    "It's better for her. She'll be able to concentrate on her exams. Have you finished with that plate, Tina?"
    "Yes thanks, Mum. I'm having dinner with Eirlys tonight."
    "You behave yourselves, understand?"
    "Yes, Mum." Did she know? Had Mrs Jones told her?
    "You can take some games or something to play with."
    "Yes, Mum."
    "And you and Sian make sure you stay in your room tonight, Pandora."
    "Yes, Mum. Can we use the bathroom, too?"
    "Why can't they go round to Mrs Jones as well?" Zara protested weakly.
    "I've told you already. And I've told them they're to stay upstairs. Then you won't be interrupted down here."
    "Thanks, Mum." It was the best deal Zara could have wished for. When she'd asked if Barry could come round on Saturday night, she'd had little hope. Now it seemed as if they would be allowed the freedom of the front room until eleven o' clock, when Mr Boggis came to collect him. Wowee!
    "Off you go and have a shower, Tina. And make sure you put those jeans and your dirty knickers in the wash!" Mrs Smith stalked out into the kitchen.
    Tina stole a look at her groin. Did it show that badly how sopping wet she'd been all day? Her sisters were sniggering knowingly; even young Pandora seemed to know something. Little slut! Who knew what she got up to with that giant-titted kid from next door?
    "Don't worry, Tina," Zara reassured her. "We won't tell. Don't be all night in that bathroom. I've got to make myself beautiful for my boyfriend!"
    At any other time, Tina would have had a ready answer, but not tonight.

"Where is she?" Angharad snapped, poking her head round the kitchen door.
    Mrs Jones threw an answer over her shoulder as she passed through with an armful of washing. "If you mean your sister Sian, dear, she's in the bathroom having a poo. She's staying with Pandora tonight."
    "Why can't she use their bathroom, 'stead of stinking ours out?"
    "It's what bathrooms are for, Angharad," Ceredwyn laughed. "I s'pose you've got a few dates tonight?"
    "Only one, as a matter of fact." Angharad turned unusually red. "He's calling for me in ten minutes."
    "Wow, the little slut's fallen in love! Call the preacher, somebody." Ceredwyn looked steadily at her sister for a while. "Well?"
    "Well what? I'm not telling you his name. It's nobody you'd know."
    "Actually, that wasn't what I was asking. I was wondering when you were going to ask me about Sian."
    "What about her? The little milkmaid!"
    "Little's the last word, I'd have thought..."
    "What do you mean?"
    "Considering how keen you were at breakfast time to go and get yourself measured for a new bra, I'm surprised you haven't asked about Sian yet."
    "I don't care."
    "Don't you even care about her bust measurement?"
    "No!"
    "I watched Gerard measure her. I was as close as I am to you now. She was bending over and there was milk pouring out of her tits..."
    "Oh, yuck!"
    "Never mind. I won't bother telling you."
    "How big?"
    "I thought you didn't want to know."
    "I don't."
    "Tough. Sixty-one!"
    "Sixty-one what? Sixty-one? Inches?"
    "Hardly feet, Sis. Not yet, anyway. I can tell you though, I've never seen a pair like them. Way bigger than mine in all directions. And they're certainly bigger than yours! Sixty-one inches. Our ickle baby sister. Bloody hell!"
    "I don't care!"
    "No, I can see that. You've gone white as a sheet. Still, it makes a difference from bright red, I suppose!" Ceredwyn attacked a fingernail with an emery board. "You've left it a bit late to change for your date."
    "I'm ready."
    "You're going out dressed like that?"
    "I'm ready, I said. Brian's picking me up at the end of the road."
    "Oooh, Brian! And he's got a car! Wow!"
    The door slammed behind Angharad.
    Mrs Jones came back in. "Has she gone out dressed like that? The slutty little tart!"
    "That's your own daughter you're talking about! Anyway, Brian's picking her up at the end of the road. That's what I'm looking out for. Hang on! No, that can't be her..."
    "What was it? Some boy in a car?"
    "Not exactly. Who do we know with a car like that? One of those sort of van-shaped things with lots of seats and cup-holders inside?"
    Mrs Jones frowned. "Those are expensive. Not the kind of thing boys drive around in. Must have been someone else."
    "Must have been."
    But although Ceredwyn sat by the window for another twenty minutes, no other car went by. And Angharad certainly hadn't come back. There had just been the one person coming down the road, and that had been a boy. And he went next door.

"Have some more pie, Tina. Come on, you know you're starving!"
    "I'm full up, Mrs Jones, honest!"
    Mr Jones tore his eyes away from their guest's cleavage for a moment. Young girls these days. Practically see her nipples, you could. "I'd better be getting down the shed, love. Got a job or two to finish."
    "Go on, then. Busy, busy. Pie, Keri? No? All the more for tomorrow, then. I hope you've got room for some rice pudding, Tina. Specially for you I made it."
    Eirlys toyed with her plate. "Can we have it upstairs, Mam? Like later?"
    "S'long as you don't make a mess," said Mrs Jones with a sharp look at her daughter. She was trying to keep a straight face. The two little lezzie girls were almost wearing out their chairs and their bottoms in their eagerness to get upstairs. "Okay, off you go."
    "Thanks, Mam!"
    "Thanks, Mrs Jones!"
    They broke all records getting upstairs. Then, strangely, they sat on the bed and looked at each other.
    "What shall we do?" Eirlys asked.
    "First?"
    "Yeah, what shall we do first?"
    "Your mum will be bringing us some pudding soon."
    "I know."
    "So until then, we..."
    "Yeah. You sure your bust isn't any bigger?"
    "I didn't say it wasn't."
    "It looks massive."
    "It's this top."
    "I've seen that top before. You fill it a lot better now."
    "Thanks!"
    Eirlys grinned as she shuffled her bottom backwards and sat on the pillow. "Come and sit next to me. I've got a tape measure!"

Barry sat on the couch, about a yard away from Zara.
    "Sit closer, Barry."
    "What if your mum comes in and finds us?"
    "She won't come in. She knows we're in here."
    "Can I have a pee?"
    Zara flung her arms back in frustration. "Go on, then. You'll only wet your pants otherwise. She grinned at the memory. Top of the stairs on the left."
    Zara rearranged the cushions as soon as she heard his footsteps going up the stairs. Now he'd have to sit next to her. She rewound the tape in the video machine, then got up and turned out all the lights except one. Good. All ready.
    "What happened? You get lost?"
    "No, I had to wait. Somebody was in the bathroom."
    "There's only mum and Betsy and Pandora in the house."
    "It wasn't any of them. It was ... a girl..."
    "Oh, not that girl from next door? She lives on the toilet!"
    Barry carried on, apparently not hearing. "She was wearing a bra and panties, nothing else. And she came out of the bathroom and nearly bumped into me."
    "In bra and panties. Little Sian. I hoped you looked the other way."
    "Pink, it was. With little black panties. But the bra was pink. And it was..." Words failed him. He resorted to hand signals. "This big!"
    "Don't exaggerate, Barry!"
    "I'm not. They were ... you know when we saw them the other day, walking round the field at school?"
    "Yeah?"
    "You know you asked me if I'd like to see you with tits that big?"
    "I could hardly forget, could I? You came in your pants!"
    "I know. I couldn't help it. I thought about you with tits as big as that little kid, and I just ... did it. But that was then. I've just seen her again. In a bra and pants."
    "So you keep telling me."
    Barry looked helplessly round the room.
    "What are you looking for?"
    "A shirt. A T-shirt?"
    "What for? I've got a blouse on."
    "I want to show you something. Can you find me a T-shirt? A big one?"
    Zara sighed. But something about Barry's intensity made her get up and go out to the kitchen. There was the laundry basket. She groped around inside, fishing out various items. 'Fishing' was the appropriate word, she thought, for some of these things. She put her hand on something soggy and nearly threw it away. Tina's panties, rolled up and stuffed into her jeans. The filthy little slut! What had she been doing? But then Zara found what she wanted. One of Tina's outsized T-shirts. Whatever Barry wanted it for, it was certainly a large one. Screwing it into a ball, she hurried back into the front room.
    "It's a bit stinky. It's one of Tina's."
    "Put it on."
    "What? It's all fishy!"
    "It's just to show you something. You can take it off afterwards. Just for five minutes."
    "The things I do..." She considered for a moment, then quickly removed her own shirt and bra. Fortunately it was almost dark in the room, although she could see Barry staring and wetting his lips. Probably wetting his pants, too. The T-shirt was big and damp, and she could feel her nipples pushing against the chill material.
    "Tuck it in your skirt."
    She shrugged and complied. Easier than arguing. "Now what? What are you doing?"
    He picked up two cushions from the couch: smallish, round cushions, quite fat. All at once, she realised what he was doing. "Stuff these down the front of your shirt."
    "Like this?" Her mouth felt dry.
    "Both sides."
    "They won't go in." But she knew they would. They did. She giggled. They were gigantic, sticking out miles in front and to the sides. "Barry!"
    "That's how big that kid is!"
    "She can't be!" Zara tried walking around. She kept bumping into things: of course, the cushions weighed nearly nothing. If the kid was this big, hers would weigh tons more.
    "They were. Maybe even bigger, but we haven't got any cushions the right size. She had this huge pink bra and her tits were bulging out all over the place."
    "You're winding me up."
    "I'm not! Why should I?"
    "'Cos it makes you horny."
    "Take it off, then. Put your own shirt back on."
    "No, hang on a minute. Let me find a tape measure." It may or may not have turned Barry on, but it was certainly getting to her. If the girl was this big, she'd have easily the biggest tits Zara had ever seen, far bigger even than Angharad's. And that was just the kind of thing that would make Angharad really mad! There was a dressmaker's tape in the drawer. Zara giggled. "Here, help me with this before mum comes in and finds me with these ridiculous tits."
    Barry leaped to obey.
    "Fifty-nine inches," he announced.
    "I hope you're satisfied now."
    "I still think she was bigger than this."
    "You never know when to stop, do you? Stand up a minute."
    "What are you doing? Zara?"
    "Just trying to imagine something." She began hunting round the room, then started out into the kitchen and came back with a cucumber.
    "What's that for? What are you doing?"
    "It's okay. I'm just seeing how you'd look if you had Winston Junior's cock."

"There was a boy! I'd just come out of the bathroom and I told him he'd better not go in there for a few minutes, but he just stood there staring at my tits!"
    "I'm not surprised!" Pandora was staring at them herself. This was getting really silly. She'd been frigging herself with four fingers ever since Sian had lumbered off to the bathroom twenty minutes earlier. Her friend had gone down to perhaps fifty-seven inches or so after she had been milked at Gerard's, but her milk was coming in again now, and her new bra was clearly under some enormous strain. There was flesh bulging out over the top of the cups, and little half-moons pooching out underneath. Make that big half-moons.
    "Drink me, Panda! I know I'm not properly full yet, but I'm so tight, I'm going to burst! This bra's miles too small!"
    Pandora unbuttoned the cup flaps and liberated Sian's ballooning areolae, then applied her lips to the thick nipples. They were as big as wine corks. The milk surged into her mouth instantly and Sian began moaning in ecstasy.

"What's that noise?" Tina said, scrambling off the bed and listening at the window.
    "Somebody's enjoying herself!"
    "It's coming from our house. Come and have a listen." She opened the window and leaned out.
    Eirlys joined her friend at the window, their warm bodies lightly touching. "That's our Sian!"
    "What's up with her?"
    "At a rough guess, I'd say she's getting milked!"
    "Does it feel that good?"
    "How would I know? But Keri's always got a smile on her face. And Sian's a real screamer. There ought to be a law against it at her age."
    Tina felt her nipples rigid inside her bra. As if the thing wasn't already too tight. She sat on the window-sill and turned to face her hostess. "Hello, Ei!"
    "Hello, Tee!"
    A knock on the door.
    "Come in, Mam!"
    "Hello, you two. Rice pudding. There's lots. And two spoons. Enjoy. What's that bloody howling out there? Cats?"
    "Yeah, you can see them down on the lawn."
    "Funny. I could've sworn it sounded like our Sian getting milked. Night-night, you two. Don't be too late going to bed."
    "It's only half past seven, Mam!"
    Mrs Jones grinned at them as she closed the door.
    "Alone at last," Eirlys purred. "Get that shirt off, now!"
    "Can't you do it for me?"
    "Who's going to take my clothes off, in that case?"
    "Me. Here, have a spoonful of rice pudding."
    "And you have some of mine. It's a good job she brought such a big bowl of it. I want you to rub handfuls of it into all my pubic hair, then eat the whole lot!"
    Tina inspected the huge bowl of pudding. "Hmmm. I don't know if there'll be enough here for that..."

"What's the time, Brian?"
    "Five to eleven."
    "We'd better get back. Mam said eleven o' clock."
    "You were amazing, Angharad. You're so young, yet you have an unbelievable body. And you do things with it that..."
    "It was nice doing it with a real man, too, Brian! And you've got a lovely big car, too. All these cup-holders! And this heated seat has really dried out my pants..."
    They purred down the hill into the village, past the green, then up the other side.
    "The posse have all gone home," she murmured. "I wonder if they missed me." She had missed them. "You can take me right up to the door. I'll get out quick. Just a quickie kiss first. Mwah! Night-night, Brian..."
    She hurried down the dark road to the house and let herself in.
    "Hello, love. Right on time. There's a good girl. Have you had a nice time?"
    "Yeah, okay." Angharad pulled her bra straight. He'd nearly ripped it off that last time. After she'd gone to all that trouble putting it back on, too. "I'll go straight up to bed, I think."
    "Night, sweetheart."

Barry got in and closed the door. It hurt his balls when he sat in the passenger seat. Lucas Wooldridge had told him about this, Blue balls, he'd called it. He'd have to take a look at them when he got home.
    "This seat's warm, Dad."
    "I must have left the heater on. Turn it off, down there."
    "No, it's not the hot seat. It's warm all the way up the back, as if someone's been sitting in it." There was a smell in the car, too. All too familiar: it was just like Zara when she was excited. He blushed in the dark and hoped his dad hadn't noticed it too. He'd be in deep shit if his dad realised he'd had four fingers right up inside a girl. He slid his right hand under his backside on the seat. They were passing the village green.

"More scrambled egg, Sian?" Mrs Smith tried not to gape at the young girl. "Oh, you haven't eaten your first helping yet."
    "My arms aren't long enough, Mrs Smith!" Sian whined.
    Mrs Smith tried moving the plate around. The only way Sian could reach with her fork was when the plate was placed to one side of her, almost in front of Pandora. She watched as the girl navigated a wobbling forkful of scrambled egg across the mountain range of her right breast. She almost succeeded; the egg disappearing into her cleavage. "How do you eat breakfast at home?"
    "She wasn't as big as this the last time she had breakfast. Yesterday," said Pandora.
    "I didn't have a bra on yesterday."
    "If she takes her bra off, she can rest her boobs in her lap."
    "That's not very nice, Pandora," said Mrs Smith. "Say sorry to Sian."
    Sian was stabbing at her scrambled egg with her fork again. It was too rubbery. She finally captured a piece and set off with it. That fell into her cleavage, too.
    "I'll get it out for you, Sian," Pandora offered.
    "Try a spoon, Sian!"
    Instead, Sian picked up the plate and bore it carefully to her lips. She tried persuading bits of scrambled egg into her mouth, but they evaded her fork and tumbled into the yawning chasm. Eventually, with a sigh, she upended the plate and tipped the whole lot down between her tits. "There," she said. "All gone!"
    Pandora dived in with a spoon. Mrs Smith retreated to the kitchen as Zara came blearily downstairs. "What time did you go to bed last night?"
    "Eleven o' clock. After Barry left."
    "I should hope so, too." Mrs Smith jerked a thumb in the direction of the dining room. "Before you go in there, you are not to stare, understand?"
    "Stare at what?"
    "You'll know what, once you get in there."
    "What are you talking about, Mum?"
    "Sian's ... you know."
    "Sian's I know?"
    "Her chest. I've never seen such a big chest. And to think, she's only Pandora's age. It's shameful!"
    Zara felt her tummy turning over. She tried to imagine herself wearing that stuffed T-shirt last night. That had got Barry wound up! Her, too. She'd been so wet...
    "Hello, Sian," she said brightly. "What are you doing, Pandora?"
    "Getting Sian's breakfast." She emerged with a spoonful of Mrs Smith's special plastic egg and fed it to her friend. "What's it like? More salt? A bit of pepper?"
    "Tomato sauce, please."
    Pandora obliged, shaking the bottle vigorously then plunging the spoon once more between Sian's bosoms. She proudly anointed the spoonful with ketchup and offered it to her grateful guest. But further probing failed to bring up any more scrambled egg. Overcooked, it wobbled and fell off the spoon, time and again. Finally, with a grunt of frustration, Pandora shook the entire contents of the sauce bottle down into the depths of Sian's chest.
    "You shouldn't have done that, Pandora," Zara scolded her mildly. At least, it gave her an excuse to stare at Sian without appearing rude. The child had her breasts resting on the table, projecting fully fifteen inches across the tablecloth, the creamy upper surfaces trembling like twin pink blancmanges. "Is she wearing a bra, Pandora?"
    "Of course she is. That's why she can't reach her plate. I told her not to wear it this morning, but she says it's brand new, so she's got to. It's miles too small."
    "How many miles?"
    "Probably only inches, but a lot of inches!"
    "C'n I use the bathroom?" Sian asked. She had been silent for a while, obviously concerned about something.
    "Course you can."
    "I hope I get there in time..." Sian shot away, moving with quite surprising speed.
    "She's got a problem," Pandora explained. "She poos a lot."
    "Oh, thanks, Sis! Some things I don't want to hear about at breakfast."
    "I'll have that sausage if you're finished with it." Pandora stole the sausage before Zara could regain her appetite. "Somebody's nicked all the tomato sauce."

"Are any of those kids coming down for breakfast?" Ceredwyn asked, helping herself to the freshly squeezed.
    Mrs Jones shook her head. "Angharad was tired when she came in. She looked completely..."
    "Shagged out?"
    "Knackered, I was going to say. But perhaps she is feeling the pace. She is highly sexually active, after all."
    "Ah, so you'd noticed, then?"
    "It's no good telling her not to. She'd only go out and do it just to spite us."
    "So why not tell her to go out and have sex ten times a night?"
    Mrs Jones was deeply shocked. "You can't tell a fourteen-year-old girl that!"
    "What about the other two?"
    "I'm taking their breakfast upstairs. They can have it in bed, bless them. I peeped in Ei's bedroom last night and they were sound asleep, just like babies. Their two little innocent faces side by side on the pillow..."
    "Oh, yuck!"
    "Don't be cruel. They're only young once. D'you think that will be enough for young Tina? They must starve her at home. She absolutely wolfs down everything I put in front of her!"
    Ceredwyn, regarded the plate. Two king-sized sausages, four rashers of bacon, a small mountain of scrambled eggs, six grilled cherry tomatoes, a mound of mushrooms, a slice of black pudding and two slices of fried bread. "That ought to be enough. What's Eirlys having?"
    "Just a little scrambled egg on toast. You know she doesn't like anything too huge in the mornings."
    "She should be so lucky. I was so horny when I woke up this morning, I was fancying that horse in the field out the back."
    Mrs Jones looked at her eldest daughter with concern. "You ought to get out now and again, Keri."
    "Oh, yeah? What bloody boy wants to go out with a dairy cow? I'll kiss you in a minute, Geoffrey, right, bach? Just got to finish milking myself, isn't it?"
    "It's not that bad, love! You only need milking once a night."
    "As long as he keeps his hands off my tits, yeah. How many boys do you know can keep their hands off a pair of fifty-fives, Mam?"
    "Your father was never like that, Keri."
    "And you married him?"
    "You had to marry a boy in those days, dear. 'Specially in the valleys. Strict chapel, we was. If a boy got a girl in trouble, he married her, or else."
    "Why couldn't Dad have married Else, in that case?"
    "Oh, har, har... Just do the washing up before you start milking, there's a love, okay?"
    "You off to chapel, then, Mother dear?"

"Get ready to stop as soon as Mam comes upstairs, Tee!"
    "Does she always come up every morning?"
    "It's only because you're here. I wouldn't get breakfast in bed if I was in here on my own."
    "I'm still full up after last night. All that rice pudding. I'm still finding hairs in my mouth. I don't know where they all come from."
    "Of course you do. They're from my pussy. My pussy wants licking again, Tee! She's a thirsty pussy..." Eirlys let her hand roam across Tina's breast. "Wow! Talk about being full up. Feel these things!"
    "I know. I felt the same after that rice pudding during the week. I had three times as much last night. It's all gone straight to my tits."
    "I don't mind, Tee. They're definitely bigger, though. Funny it don't seem to have gone to your belly at all. Skinny Lizzie."
    "I think she's coming. Let me back into bed."
    "Just like last night," Eirlys purred as she buried Tina's hand in her pubic forest beneath the covers.
    "Yeah! When she came in and found us both sound asleep. Just as well she couldn't see what was going on under this sheet..."
    "Just as well she can't see what's going on under this sheet now!"
    "Good morning, Mrs Jones!"
    "Hi, Tina. Sleep well? Here's your breakfast. And here's your girlfriend's. Wake her up. Wake up, Eirlys!"
    "Oh? Hello, Mam. Gosh, is it morning already? And you've brought us breakfast in bed! Wow! Look, Tee, breakfast in bed! What a Mam I got!"
    "Is she always like this when she wakes up, Mrs Jones?"
    "Oh, yes. A genuine, sincere and loving daughter, is our Eirlys. Eat your breakfast, you hairy little cow, then get your shaggy arse out of bed and tidy this room up. It stinks in yer!"
    She winked at Tina as she went out.
    "Your mum's nice. Does it really stink in here? Wow, she couldn't have got any more on this plate if she tried. Where's all yours?"
    "I don't eat a lot for breakfast. Just scrambled eggs on toast. C'n I borrow one of your sausages? Ta."
    "Hey, I was going to eat that!"
    "You can still eat it afterwards." The sausage disappeared beneath the bedclothes and Eirlys began to pant.
    "I'm not eating that thing now! You're disgusting..."

End of Chapter 6