was so lost in my own discoveries and sensations that I didn't even think of that. His hands flowed down my legs. I brought my feet toward my crotch, so he could reach them, also. As his fingers glided up between my legs, I found myself starting to shake, though I couldn't understand why. His hands cradled me between my legs. I stretched my legs out farther, to give him more access. I didn't want him to miss anything. For a while, his hands didn't move; he just held me. I was no longer shaking, but I felt warmth growing outward from my crotch. I lay back on Tom's chest and closed my eyes, feeling enveloped in his protective arms and overwhelmed by a sensation that could only be love. His hands rise slowly. I feel his fingers paint my skin, from my butt cheeks, sliding up, around and through my lips, then over my clit before they become airborne and I sense them rising toward his face. A scent floats past as his hands flow by my face. I realize that he has put his fingers under his nose, and he is taking a deep whiff. “Hey, this is my experience; how about me?” I said in a playfully pouty voice. “Sure, Princess,” Tom said, with a laugh. Getting another sample, he said, “You have more than enough to share here,” and then returned his finger to my nose. “You sure smell sweet,” he whispered, and: “I wonder what you taste like.”
“You got the first smell; I get the first taste,” I said, as I turned to gaze into his eyes. Returning to harvest more of my juices, he painted my lips before letting me suck his fingers dry. “I think you'll like this,” I said to him. I wasn't sure which I was enjoying more: experiencing the sensations or sharing them with Tom.
On his way back down to my crotch, Tom pointed out how puffy my nipples have become. He also made the same observation of my pussy lips. He showed me many more types of touches, from milking my lips, which also massaged my clit, as it drew the hood back and forth over it, to sliding actions and circling actions. He put one finger on either side of my clit and stroked me. I became very aware of the cool air currents that flowed over our hot bodies. “OK Princess, you need your beauty sleep,” Tom said, as he straightened up and gently pushed me away from him. “Aren't I beautiful enough,” I teased back. I wanted this to go on forever. “Princess, no one will ever be more beautiful in my eyes than you,” Tom said. He helped me put my nightgown on, kissed my forehead and then left for his room. Lying in bed, I was flooded with feelings. I wasn't sure what was physical and what was emotional. I did know that I was too hot for a nightgown, though; so removing it was my first course of action. I felt like I was glowing, and I couldn't get the smile off of my face. *** The next morning, I got up refreshed and energized. As I was bouncing around the kitchen, Mom commented, “It sure looks like someone is happy today.” “I couldn't be happier,” I said.
“What brings this on?” she questioned. I know that I could have shared this with her, but at the moment, this was something I only wanted to share with Tom. I said, “It's just a wonderful, beautiful day, and I am the happiest girl in the entire world.” I heard Tom coming down the stairs and I ran up to him and hugged him, squeezing my ear against his heart, listening to that strong steady beat that I knew I could rely on forever. I got on my tiptoes and whispered into his ear, “I wish there was a better word than thank you, for you deserve the best that anyone can offer.”*** Over the next year, our life continued as it always had. I continued to be very close to Tom, enjoying our hugs and little kisses, and fanaticizing about him as I masturbated myself to sleep, every night. One night, when I was 13, he walked by my room and heard me crying. He knocked softly and asked if he could come in.
“Yes,” I sobbed. I was standing in front of my mirror, naked. When he entered, I threw my arms around him and continued to sob. He held me and stroked my head and back.. He handed me my robe and sat down with me on my bed. “Princess,” he said, “what is happening?” I pulled my robe open and said, “Just look. I'm still the same. I haven't changed. I'm the only girl in my class who doesn't even need a training bra, and I can't even find one hair between my legs.” “I thought it was something terrible,” he said. “It is,” I sobbed.
“Here, stand up in front of me,” he said. I did as he requested, with my robe hanging loosely on my body. He opened my robe and took a good look. “I'm sorry, but I am unable to find one defect,” he said. “Let's take a look at your pert little breasts. Picture that all breasts have the same number of nerve endings. The larger a breast is, the farther apart those nerve endings are. How does it feel when I put my hand on your breast?” “Wonderful,” I had to acknowledge. “The closer those nerve endings are, the more intense the sensation will be for you. Do you really want to dilute the sensation by stretching them out? You'll grow. Don't rush it, for the sooner they pop out, the sooner they drop. I'm sure that you'll enjoy your youthful figure later, as you see other women start to fall apart. Realize that though there may be clothes that won't look right on your body, there are clothes that you can wear that the other girls would look terrible in. For every type of person, there is someone who truly appreciates that type of person, and I know that the lucky guy who gets you will get a treasure he'll cherish forever, if he knows what's good for him. I know that you are jealous of your girl friends who wear bras, yet many of them would love the freedom you have to be unencumbered by them. We all want to be something we aren't, thinking that things would be better if we were different. Girls with straight hair want curly hair. Girls with curly hair want straight hair. As I look at you here, I can tell you that you are beautiful and perfect in every way; and it's not just because I am your brother, I'm telling you the honest truth, and you know that I have never lied to you.”
I started to feel better.*** One morning, when I was 14, I awoke to a sticky sensation between my legs. I threw off the covers and looked down.
“Yes!!!” I screamed.
Tom came to my door and asked if everything was all right.
Wasn't ready to have him see me like this, so I just said that all was fine. I went to Mom, and she showed me how to use pads and take care of myself. My junior high school made Mom get trainer bras for me, even though I had nothing to hold in, but I was finding that those trainer bras were starting to get snug. I guess I was growing up. I started feeling more like a woman. I didn't need to tell Tom; he knew. *** Once, when I was 15, I walked by Tom's room and heard some moaning inside. Afraid that he might be getting sick, I rushed in. To my amazement, I found him lying on his bed totally naked, with his penis standing at attention as he stroked it with his hand, which was covered with one of the satin nightgowns I had outgrown. I was frozen where I stood. I knew that guys masturbated, just like I did, but I never pictured Tom doing it. I don't know why.
I was drawn to the sight, his veins standing out and the head all purplish. Tom's eyes were closed, and he was lost in the moment.
I didn't want to shock him or embarrass him or run away. I didn't know what to do. I walked over to his bed and started to stroke his arm.
His eyes popped open and he attempted to cover himself with his hands, but his hands weren't big enough. I shook my head and said, “No, Tom, we have no secrets, nothing to hide from each other. Please share this with me. I know what is supposed to happen, but I want to see it happen.” His erection had deflated some, due to the surprise, so I leaned over and placed a tender kiss on the head of his manhood.
I felt it come to life under my lips. A drop of silky liquid sat at the opening and was transferred to my lips. Using my tongue, I spread it over my lips and savored the taste. I leaned over to his ear and whispered, “You taste even better than me.” He couldn't take his eyes off of me, as he returned to his stroking. Though I was interested in what was happening to him, I wanted to help him along, so I slid my tube top down over my belly and started to caress my A-cups, tweaking my nipples and letting them protrude between my fingers. I got down close to his pulsing rod and was lost in the wonder of what was happening. Very soon, I discovered what I sought.
His muscles tightened as his moans intensified and then Old Faithful exploded. “Oh Princess! Oh Princess!” was all he could say. I was amazed at how high that first spurt shot upward. It actually hit the ceiling. Once I saw what it could do, I couldn't hold back, placing my mouth over his swollen member, catching all his remaining love juices. My mouth remained on his penis as it lost a little of its size and the pulsations echoed away. Looking up into his eyes, I painted my entire mouth with his hot cum, savoring the flavor and finally swallowing it all. I felt like a real woman. I actually had my brother inside of me, and there he will remain. I hugged him and gave him our first lingering lip-to-lip kiss. “Thank you,” I said, looking deep into his eyes, though no sound came from my mouth. Hopping up, and with a devilish smile, I said, “I'll let you get back to work now,” and walked from his room, turning to face him before I exited the door, while slowly returning my tube top to its place on my chest.
I wondered why my breasts felt so much larger as I pulled my tube top up.*** By 16, I was dating guys. It was nice going out and being social, but there always seemed to be something missing. I learned that guys want to touch girls with small breasts, also, but somehow it all felt empty. I sensed that they were only in it for themselves. I tended to stick primarily to platonic friends, as they seemed more real. No matter what I did with my friends, I always looked forward to coming home and being greeted by Tom's hug and kiss.
My senior year has come and gone. Sitting there at my graduation were my Mom and Tom, all proud of my accomplishments. I had done well, focusing more on my academics than boys, so graduated with honors. Tom had done well in school, also, but chose to attend a local college. It was a good college, but not the best that he qualified for. I always wonder if he stayed locally so that he'd always be there for me. They both encouraged me to
