"Sure, if that's what she wants."

Something that Sis and I had kind of absorbed from Dad was that if anyone explicitly asked us for the truth, then we'd give it to them -" plain, and unvarnished. The people that knew us knew that was what happened, so Nadia had every reason to believe that if she stood up and let me look at her, I'd tell her exactly what I saw. From the look in her eyes, I could see that she also knew I was giving her one last chance to back out of the whole deal; if she let me look at her naked, she was going to hear my honest opinion, like it or not.

Looking into Nadia's face, I knew just how close she came to saying she'd changed her mind before she suddenly scooted to the edge of Janet's bed and stood up. Saying "If I don't do this, I'm*always* going to be worried and afraid, because I won't know", she quickly slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. Her ears turned pink, but she didn't show any other reaction as she stood in front of me.

The first thing I did was look into her eyes, and saw how concerned she was. Smiling, I told her "There's nothing to be afraid of, Nadia" before dropping my gaze.

As I'd remembered, Nadia's breasts weren't as large as Janet's -" but didn't miss it by a whole lot. Generally conical, they looked smooth and firm; at the tip of each was a dark pink areola about the size of a quarter, and slightly puffy. Neatly centered in each were her nipples, a little larger around than a pencil and sticking out roughly a quarter of an inch.

Her belly was a smooth expanse of unblemished light pink skin. Her waist was trim, and flowed nicely into her hips. An "innie" navel emphasized her abdomen and the faint paunch almost all women have; between her thighs, I could see the dark triangle of her pubic hair. From where I sat, it looked somewhat sparse, but slightly larger than the strip that covered Janet's mons. Nadia's thighs were slender, and perfectly proportioned to the rest of her legs.