“Your nipples look very cute.” she grinned. I looked down at myself. My nipples are concealed beneath the flat cups of my bra, yet they make their presence known as each is as solid as a peanut as they pout from beneath the thin white fabric. I donned my T shirt once more and sat myself down. “Wouldn’t you prefer fitted T shirts to those square ones you always wear?” Aunt Katinka asked.
“I don’t know.” I replied as I looked down at myself. “I like square T shirts.” I added. Later that afternoon my aunt did the laundry whilst keeping an eye on the simmering Sunday lunch. I made myself a cup of tea and as usual I offered to help. As usual my aunt graciously declined my offer, saying she liked to keep herself busy. I observed her as she emptied the tumble dryer item by item and neatly folded each one.
