There it was again and I opened my eyes and saw Aunt Christine looking at me. Her face turned into a smile as she said, “I think Marie had forgotten...I was coming over today. Have her call me Rich. She told me about your date tonight, it looks like you two couldn’t wait!”“Sorry, I must’ve worn her out—we talked about you earlier,” I said.“Who are you talking to Loverboy?” Marie asked.“Chrissy, your beautiful older sister—I think you guys had a lunch date?” I said.She turned towards me and said,. I was thinking those thoughts as she crawled into bed. She said, "Did you get a good enough look? Do I pass?"I jerked guiltily and said, "I saw enough to know that you pass with flying colors. You are a beautiful person." Just a person?" She had a fiendish grin."A beautiful lady, who is pointing at me." I looked down at her nipples that were showing through her chemise.She blushed a bit as she realized her nipples were visible though covered.I figured we were even in that department. I was just. Kathleen stepped back in her own embarrassment. They both blushed and started crying. They looked at each other through blurry eyes, then Melissa stood up and they hugged, and kissed each other. They both tried to talk at the same time. They blurted out that they loved each other as hugged and cried. They confessed that they had been sexually attracted to each other for years. They both started talking about how they found out about masturbation at about the time they entered puberty. They hid. She has a whole house full of clothes for those people....look what we found...LOOK!A zippered closet bag. Inside, through the heavy velvet cover, a tiny green beaded gown. A little note card attached in exquisite fountain pen script: Mme. Piaf. 1948. Oscar. THAT'S what the note on the bag said."She was tiny, like you, with big boobs. This gown might just fit..."Oh my god. Never in my life. It took a lot to get me to shut up, but this was one of those moments. Before the night was over, I had.