Katie Lancaster examined herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. She had inherited her golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes from her mother. She was tall, 5-10, like her Aunt Jennifer, and had inherited her shapely body and long, athletic legs. Her breasts were a solid B-cup -- not yet as big as Aunt Jen's. Because she was a basketball player, she didn't really want her boobs to get any bigger, fearing that they might inhibit her mobility and her jump-shot. Katie was proud of her body, though she didn't really wear clothing that emphasized her curves. She had been taught by her father to wear modest...