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 attend the best college I could qualify for. I was reluctant to do it, as I didn't know if I could make it without Tom, but he believed in me, and that gave me the courage to cross the country for college.*** A week after I graduated from high school, I turned 18. Mom and Tom made my special day wonderful, though they have always been very creative and special in celebrating my birthdays. Afterwards, I went up to Tom and told him that I wanted to work off that wonderful dinner and asked him to come with me to the local nature center and take a hike. As we walked down the streambed, I shared my memories, he helped that little high energy, unfocused little girl slow down and learn to get in touch with nature. “I still remember you taking my little hand in yours and guiding me down this path. I will always cherish all the wonderful experiences we have shared together. I'll miss you so much when I go off to college, but you have left me with so many memories, that you'll always be part of me. I do have one request to make, though, one final birthday present.” “Were you unhappy with what I got you?” he asked.
“No, your gift was very thoughtful and I will treasure it forever. This is something different. I'm sure that you remember that day you caught me crying because I wanted to be a woman but still looked like a little girl. Well, I can tell that you know that I am a woman, now. I know that our increasingly lingering hugs aren't just because you are going to miss me when I leave. I've seen you watch me, and I've loved knowing that you want to and enjoy watching me. I have never wanted to hide anything from you. Well, now that we both know that I am a woman, I feel it is high time at noon for me to truly be a woman. I want to make love like a woman.” “But you don't have a boyfriend right now,” Tom said. “I can't see you having sex with some guy just so you won't be a virgin anymore.” “You're right, Tom. I could never do that. I would never make love with someone I didn't love. But there is a man that I love and adore, a man who has touched my heart deeper than anyone else has ever done.” A look of confusion came over Tom's face. I said, “We both know what I'm saying. You are the man I want to share this moment with. I couldn't imagine wanting to share it with anyone else. Please?” “Princess, you mean so much to me. I would never want to do anything that might jeopardize either our relationship or the memories we both hold dear.
No matter how strongly I want this, too, please don't encourage me to do anything that might harm what we have developed together.”
“Since that night you first taught me the pleasures hidden deep within my body, I have dreamt of this opportunity. I know that nothing could be more right. I know that eventually we'll go our separate ways and raise our own families, but you have done so much to start me down the path of discovering whom I am, and I want you to be the one to start me down this path of womanhood. I've been waiting for the right time, but I realize that I'm running out of time, as I leave in two months for college.” I look up into his eyes, and he reaches his arms out toward me. I dive into his chest and hug him closely. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” is all I could say.*** Tom always was the one to prepare and plan, even for this. He bought me different sized dildos so that I could stretch myself in advance, as he couldn't face causing me any pain. He suggested that with our love of nature, the ideal time and place would be the full moon, two weeks before I leave for college, and our favorite secluded backpacking trail in the local wilderness area. My excitement grows as the time slowly passes. I'm still jealous of Tom's patience. I diligently follow his directions and stretch my hymen. Actually, this isn't so difficult, as I have this insatiable urge to masturbate whenever I can. The time is finally here. We are packed and ready to go. Tom reassures me that he has packed the condoms (always the responsible one). I feel like a giddy little schoolgirl as we drive into the mountains. Not much time goes by between one or the other reaching over and caressing the thigh of the other. We reach the trailhead and put on our packs. The trail is beautiful and the weather is perfect.