Look! Look! Look!
by Winter

"Hey daddy! I'm home!"

"Hmm?" Martin glanced up from his desk as his daughter bounced into his study, smiling as she hugged him around the neck and climbed into his lap. "Welcome home, baby girl. So how was camp?"

"Great! I had so much fun, and I made so many new friends and we grilled 'mallows every night and..." She sucked in a breath, and Martin laughed. Teresa was as bubbly and happy as ever. "And there was a thunderstorm, which was scary, and we went out in canoes and Anna turned hers over and got all wet. She's a mouse, and she's twelve just like me."

"Did you turn over your canoe?"

"Nope! Miss Jane said I was really good."

"Great! You have to tell me everything, Resa, but right now..." He kissed her cheek and set her down onto the floor, then turned back to his papers. "...be a good kitten and let dad finish his work."

"Aww, daddy, you're so boring."

"I'll just be a minute, then I want to hear everything."

"Okay. Just one more thing. I got something while I was away. Look, daddy. Look, look!"

"What did you get?"

Martin looked up, but just then a t-shirt landed at his feet. He picked it up with a quizzical look on his face, then his eyes widened as he saw his daughter. Teresa was wearing a short black skirt, but her upper body was bare.

"Boobs!" she giggled. "Look!"

It was true, Martin realised. Her chest sported two small bumps, adorned with pink nipples that just barely showed through her light grey fur. Martin blushed as he forced his eyes up to her grinning face.

"Resa, please!" He threw the shirt to her. "Put this back on."

"I just wanted to show you. They really started growing the last week of camp. Cool, huh?"

"Yeah, sure. Guess I can't call you baby girl anymore."

"Nope." More giggles. "Sorry for doing that, but I'm so happy to get boobs, finally. All the other girls in my class are already wearing bras."

"I'm glad for you," Martin said as he tried to slip the shirt back onto the struggling girl. "Stay still, and just put it on."

"I don't want to!" She squirmed out of the way, and left him holding the shirt. "I want everybody to know."

"Then tell us." Martin clutched his chest, making his daughter laugh. "Be kind to my old heart."

"You're not old, daddy. And your heart's just fine."

She leaned into him and kissed his cheek, then danced out of the room showing all the grace of her feline ancestors. Martin shook his head. Such silliness! As he turned back to his work he couldn't hold back a snicker.

"So much like her mom," he muttered to himself. "So much."

* * * * * *

Teresa dashed down the hall, still feeling giddy with the happiness of being home, and still blushing from showing off her breasts to daddy. He had looked at them, and he had actually blushed. Did that mean he liked them? Well, of course he did! The girls at camp had talked a lot about males and sex, especially the older ones. The ones who had actually 'done it', the real deal. All males loved boobs, they had said. Well, all except the gay ones.

That thought made Teresa smile, and she knew just where she would show off her prized titties next. She slowed down and walked the last few paces to Ethan's room. Her ears twitched as she leaned against the door, listening for suspicious noises. She had learned long ago what sounds her brother made when he was lying on his bed with his pants off, and she had become a master at bursting in at the wrong - or right - moment. This time it was quiet, though, so she tapped the door before she entered.

"Hey Eth, I'm home!"

"Hi Resa!" came the answer from Ethan's walk-in closet. "So, how was... spit an' hiss!"

"Boobs!" Teresa yelled, jumping up and down in a vain attempt to create a jiggle. "Look! Look! I've got boobs now!"

"Silly girl," he laughed, fanning himself as if he were ready to faint. "What are you doing running around..."

"I just wanted to show you." She moved in closer, pushing her chest forward. "What's the' matter, big bro? Don't you like 'em?"

"Sure, they're cute. Absolutely adorable. It's just..."

"You like them? I thought... well... with you bein'..."

"Gay?" she nodded meekly, suddenly feeling a bit awkward. This was not how it was supposed to go. According to those girls at camp who had gay brothers, Ethan should have been halfway out the window by now. "That doesn't mean I hate girls, you know. Just that I prefer the sight of a swingin' ding-a-ling."

"You're goofy!" Teresa squealed, covering her mouth to suppress a giggle. "So you like 'em?"

"Yeah."

"They're kinda small..." She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, trying to make them seem more mature. "They grew all this in just two weeks, though."

"They're just the right size for you, little one." He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, making her ears twitch and causing her to purr loudly. "Don't be in such a hurry."

"'Kay..."

"And watch it where you haul 'em out, you might give a guy a heart attack."

"Daddy said the same thing," she laughed. "You boys are so silly."

* * * * * *

Okay, so scaring Ethan turned out to be a monumental fail, but Teresa still felt all tingly from his compliments and from the way he had kissed her. She had always loved her big brother, ever since she was a tiny little kitten, and every bit of attention he gave her was like finding a hidden treasure. To hear that he liked her freshly grown boobs meant the world!

On her way downstairs she met Floof, who stared at her bare chest, tilting his head quizzically. The boy's real name was Ian, but nobody ever used it. His long and constantly dishevelled fur made him look just like a floof, and the nickname had stuck. At five, Floof had not yet fully grasped the whens and when-nots of being naked or wearing clothes, and so he seemed to take it in stride.

"You got boobies," he squeaked, his eyes drawn to Teresa's chest. "Cools!"

"It is pretty cools," she agreed. "I've just showed daddy and Eth. They liked 'em."

"I likes too!"

"Aww, Floofster!" She knelt down and hugged her baby brother, covering the giggling kitten's face with kisses. "You're such a sweetheart."

"Don't call me that," the boy protested, but he did return some of her smooches anyway, whenever her lips came close enough to his. "Just Floof."

"Aww, don't be so boring, Floofie McFloofles. Is mommy home yet?"

"Nope. You gonna show her, too?"

"A-yup."

"She got bigger boobies."

"I know. Mine just started to grow. I hope they get as big as hers."

"Then you fall over." Floof yelped as she lightly swatted his butt. "Hey, I know!"

"Know what?"

"We both show!"

He tore off his shirt and tossed it down the stairs, then began examining his own chest. Teresa tickled his still baby-chubby tummy, he tickled her back, and soon they were both laughing so hard they had tears streaming down their cheeks.

* * * * * *

Their antics were cut short by the sound of a car coming to a stop outside. Both kittens squealed, and hurried down the stairs. They reached the front door just as it opened, and two grocery bags stepped in followed by their mother.

"Hey kids, can you help..." Hannah stopped dead in her tracks, and put the bags down. "What are you two up to?"

"Resa's got boobies!"

"I do, mommy, look." She puffed out her chest and squeezed her tits together. "Look!"

"Look!" Floof echoed, cupping his own tiny nipples, trying to pass them off as breasts of his own. "Look!"

"Look!"

"Look!"

"Look!"

"Lookie-look!"

"Boobs!"

"Boobs!"

"Boobs!"

"Boobie-boobs!"

"So I see. Oh, my baby girl. Are you really growing up?"

"A-yup,"

"She wanna have biiiig boobs," Floof said, grinning as Teresa blushed. "Like yours, mommy."

"Do you?"

"Uhm..."

"She does, she said so!"

"Well, yeah..." Teresa mumbled. "Some day..."

"Some day you probably will." Hannah picked up one grocery bag and headed for the kitchen, while her two youngest followed, dragging along the other bag. "We've usually got big boobs in our family."

"I know auntie Gemma does."

"So does uncle Bob."

"That wasn't very nice, Floofielunker." Teresa failed to look stern. "But funny."

"And true."

"Maybe so," Hannah said, trying to hide a grin of her own. "But go get dressed now, both of you. I've got takeout."

"Yay!" Floof ran of, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Takeout! Takeout! Takeout! Boobs! Takeout!"

"He's happy." 

"Mom, can't I keep them bare over dinner? I just love having something to show. Finally."

"I don't know. What would your father and your brother say? Your older brother, that is. Young Fluffy-Floof sure seemed happy about it."

"You know he's gonna turn up all the way nekkid, right? Just 'cause you told him to get dressed."

"Yes, probably." Hannah shook her head in a dejected manner, but she did smile. "All right, if your baby brother can eat takeout with his floofilous little wiener on full display, then I guess our older males can survive your boobs."

"They both said they got heart attacks when I showed them earlier," Teresa smirked. "Though I think they liked 'em."

"Males!" Hannah snorted. "Of course they like a nice pair."

"Why don't you show yours, too, mommy?"

"You know, maybe I will. Just for fun. We can tease them a little."

"Neat! I love you, mommy." Teresa giggled happily as they hugged. Then she kissed her mother full on the lips, and stepped back to watch as Hannah unbuttoned her blouse and liberated her ample bosom. "It's gonna be a great dinner."