Outward he went to explore all the curves of my ears. I could even hear his touch. My neck proved to be another discovery for me.
Where have all these wonderful places been hiding all my life? Tom massaged my shoulders and arms and out to my hands. I was lost in the sensations. He went back upward and started down my front. I liked the sensation just below my collarbone. Not having any breasts, or so I thought, I didn't think that my breasts would be as sensitive as they were. I liked how he let me discover how each little part felt. Down my sides, over my belly and into my navel he explored, while I discovered. Thinking back, he probably had an incredible erection raging, but I 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.”