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with his yucky movies if he was willing to sit through her tear-jerkers and happily-ever-afters.
       It was one of their movie nights that had forever changed their dynamics. They were watching one of Jack's horror films. 'Friday the 13 th ' and Catlyn couldn't stop jumping. Jack had laughed and put his arms around her as they relaxed back against the sofa. He held her through the remainder of the movie, soothingly caressing her arm, as she laid her head against his chest. Catlyn had been so scared by the movie she had grabbed Jack's t-shirt, twisting it and pulling it against her eyes whenever something gruesome came on the screen. Not realizing this put her face in his chest, stomach and abdominal area each time she 'closed' her eyes.
       The movie was at an end when she became aware of the bulge in Jack's jeans. At first she thought it was his normal bulge, after all, his bulge was bigger than most boys on the team. Sara had laughingly pointed that out to her one day when they were at cheerleading practice and looking on at the football team as they worked out in their gym shorts and t-shirts. Sara had smacked her lips and said 'And he isn't even hard yet'. Catlyn had had only a vague idea of Sara's meaning. But it was brought to the forefront of her thoughts as the movie ended and his bulge seemed to have doubled in size. Catlyn gave Jack a quick glance beneath her lashes. He was watching her watch his bulge. Catlyn didn't know what to say or do so she just sat there. Jack seemed to be waiting for something from her.
       He let out a relieved breath when she only remained sitting within the loose hold of his arms. "I am sorry, Kitten."
       "Why?" Catlyn looked into his intense green gaze which had gone bright green with some unfathomable emotion.
       "Christ, I am no better than Dark." Jack shook his head and gently removed his arms from around her and stood and adjusted the inseam on his jeans, making room for his considerable growth since the movie started. He began a frustrated pacing in front of the TV.
       Catlyn didn't know what had caused him to think such a thing but she repelled it to her very core. "No, Jack! You could never be like him ." Catlyn spat the word him as though it were a four-letter expletive.
       "Kitten, I shouldn't want you like I do. I shouldn't get hard and sexually excited when I look at you, smell you!" His pacing became faster as he ran his fingers through his hair in annoyance. "You're a kid for crying out loud!"
       Catlyn considered his words. "Is it alright for you to want Sara's?"
       Jack stopped his pacing and gave her an embarrassed glanced. "I can't believe we're having this conversation."
       "Well, is it ok for you to want Sara?" Catlyn needed an answer.
       "Y-yes. We are peers, equals."
       Catlyn smiled. "Jack, Sara is five-five and a half. I am fivesix and a half. Sara weighs 108 lbs. I weigh 112lbs. Sara's bra size is 36B and mine is a 36D. We both wear size 3 jeans. Sara can wear small sized tops. I can wear some small tops. But because of the style some I have to wear a medium.
       Jack's eyes widen with her list of Sara's and her attributes. He'd known the girls were about the same size and that Catlyn's breasts were bigger but he never thought of their size as being equal, Catlyn's curves were a bit more substantial.
       With heat climbing up his neck into his cheeks Jack explained further. "Kitten, just because your bodies are close in size doesn't make it right. Sara is more mature naturally."
       "I'm mature!" Catlyn blushed at how immature that sounded. She was hurt and not wholly sure what the reason for the tears springing to her eyes. She blinked them back.
       "Aww, Kitten, you're misunderstanding me on purpose." He went to her, kneeling in front of her, taking her hand in his.
       "You want Sara more than me. I understand."
       His eyes flashed a deep emerald. "Now you're trying to make me angry."
       Catlyn