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My Loving Brother
by StoryTeller (storyteller@pacificwest.com)

***

A girl grows into a woman as a result of the love of 
her brother. (mf-teens, youths, 1st, inc, mast, rom)

***

Relaxing on the couch, in front of the TV, our 
attention is drawn to the stairs. Coming down them is 
our 13-year-old son Tim, saying "hey Sis, got the game 
ready?" Waiting at the bottom of stairs is his 10-year-
old sister, Susie. "Sure," she says with a smile that 
would melt the heart of the most crotchety old man. 
Reaching up, she takes Tim by the hand and leads him to 
the board game, set up on the dining room table. She 
can't seem to take her eyes off of him, as they begin 
their game.

A tear wells up in my eye and starts to descend. 
Looking over at me, my loving husband, Paul, leans over 
and gently kisses the tear from my cheek. I start to 
speak, but he raises his finger to his lips and firmly 
holds me close, letting me know that he understands, 
and nothing needs to be said. I snuggle up against him 
and feel safe and loved. I truly love my life, 
especially all the men in my life. The present starts 
to fade as my mind goes back in time.

I never knew my dad, as he died in Viet Nam two months 
before I was born, but he had great impact on my family 
and on me. From what I've heard, from all who knew him, 
he was the most caring man they had ever known, and 
also very brave. His A-7D Corsair II was shot down 
during a "Sandy mission," providing air cover so downed 
pilots could be rescued. He risked and gave his life to 
save others. I wish I had the opportunity to know him, 
in person, but the stories others have shared have 
helped me to feel connected to him. From what I've 
heard about him, he had great impact on both my mother 
and my brother.

Mom insisted on carrying on the way of life that was so 
important to Dad. She introduced my brother Tom and me 
to unlimited experiences, facilitating our explorations 
and discoveries and helping us to create our own 
individuality. We always felt safe with her. She was 
very supportive and showed us that she believed in us. 
She met Dad in a hiking club they belonged to, while in 
college.

They both loved nature, and she continued to take us 
camping, hiking and backpacking. She and Dad had great 
dreams for Tom and I, and she wasn't going to let his 
untimely death stifle those dreams. Sometimes, I felt 
that his death motivated her that much more, as now she 
was carrying on the dream for two. She was very 
dedicated to us kids, and though she did have an active 
social life, over the years, she felt that no one could 
come close to my dad, so never remarried.

I always looked up to Tom. He was 3 years older than 
me, but he was the man in our family. I was very 
precocious when I was young, and I'm sure that I was 
quite the pest, but he had the patience of a saint. All 
my life, I've worked hard at developing the patience 
I've seen in him. Tom was my big brother, the light of 
my life. No matter what, he always scheduled some 
special time with me, every day. He would read to me, 
listen to me ramble on and on, teach me things and 
share in my discoveries. 

I was easily distracted and full of energy. To help me 
slow down and focus, Tom would blindfold me and take me 
on hikes, when we went on our family outings. He helped 
me to get in touch with all of my senses, letting me 
experience nature from a totally new perspective. I've 
always been very visual, but he helped me to fine tune 
my awareness of touch, taste, smell and hearing. He 
helped me to see things that couldn't be seen with my 
eyes.

Tom was my hero. I loved that he let me tag along with 
him, holding my hand and giving me hugs, even in front 
of his friends. He wouldn't let any of his friends make 
fun of me or give me a hard time. I loved Tom, even 
before I actually knew what love was. He always called 
me Princess.

Childhood was simple and fun. We were always playful, 
and without realizing it, Tom taught me the most 
amazing things while I thought we were just playing. I 
would never be the person I am today, if it wasn't for 
his gentle guidance. Childhood was beautiful. I hadn't 
a care in the world.

With puberty popping up all around me, I started to 
become aware of my body. My girlfriends started their 
periods, and I saw their bodies curving out in 
fascinating ways. I was very curious. Actually, I have 
always been curious; I was just unaware of the human 
body. I guess I just took it for granted. All my life, 
I just knew that I loved the nurturance I felt from a 
firm but gentle hug or kiss. I began studying the 
bodies of others, and also studying my own body. I was 
filled with endless questions, and Tom always took the 
time to listen to me and help me to discover the 
answers.

By the time I was 12, Tom realized that I was seeking 
more in-depth details. He bought me a series of books. 
The first was "Where Did I Come From?" That was 
interesting, but I think I might have been fixated on 
myself at the time, leading him to give me the next 
book, "What's Happening To Me?" In time, he gave me 
"Will I Like It?"

I asked Tom to show me where all the parts were on my 
body. Nudity has never been a problem in our family. I 
don't know why I asked Tom to show me this rather than 
Mom. I felt safe with Mom, too; but somehow I felt a 
special connection to Tom. I have seen Mom without 
clothes, many times, so I knew how my body would 
change. After my shower that night, and before I put on 
my nightgown, Tom met me in my bedroom. I brought out 
my hand mirror, and we set out on the task at hand. 

He was very gentle, and I felt no discomfort. He told 
me or showed me all I wanted to know. I still looked 
like a little girl: no breasts, no hips and no body 
hair (other than a little peach fuzz on the mound that 
my slender legs seemed to point to, and on those legs 
themselves). He pointed out how my nipples get hard 
when it is cold or when they are rubbed against certain 
textures and showed me that touching them can lead to 
this same reaction. 

I was surprised to discover how nice it felt when he 
put his hand on my breast and moved my nipple around 
with his finger. It was very different from what it 
felt like to wash myself in the shower. He showed me 
how different types of touches on different parts of my 
body bring on different sensations. I couldn't believe 
that there were so many sensations within me. 

I spread my legs and took my mirror to explore the next 
part. He showed me my inner lips and outer lips, where 
my hymen is and then pulled my hood back to reveal my 
clit. "So that's where it has been hiding," I laughed. 
I asked him about masturbation, and he explained that 
this is something that is different for each woman, and 
let me know that I would need to discover what worked 
for me. He pointed out that he hasn't actually seen or 
touched a girl before, so he is just sharing what he 
has discovered from books. 

He sure has picked up a lot of knowledge from books. 

I asked him to give me a starting point, so I would 
know what areas to explore. He got up on my bed and 
leaned his back against the headboard, with his legs 
apart. He invited me to scoot up against him, putting 
my back against his chest. I scooted up snug and placed 
my legs on the outside of his. 

I felt little vibrations in his fingers and hands as he 
started to caress my body. At the time, I thought he 
was very talented to be able to vibrate his hands so 
fast; though now I realize that he was probably just 
nervous and didn't want to let on to his little sister. 
He seemed to realize that I saw him as perfect, and he 
probably hid what he saw as his little flaws from me. I 
never saw any flaws, but I realize that he was an 
adolescent, also, so I'm sure he had his own self-
doubts.

He started by brushing his fingers through my hair and 
massaging my scalp. "Princess, close your eyes," he 
whispered into my ear. I could feel the warmth of his 
breath, as those words tickled my ear. I closed my 
eyes, and his fingers slowly and gently explored every 
inch of my face. I wasn't even aware of all the 
interesting places that I was discovering right there 
on my face. When his fingers got to my mouth, my lips 
parted to welcome his exploration. How is it that my 
tongue has been in my mouth all my life, yet I never 
knew how sensual the roof of my mouth was? 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.

Finally, 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 laid 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; "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. After bringing more of my sweet 
juices to his mouth, all I hear is "Mmmmmmm." 

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. 

In my mind I reviewed what just happened, and the flood 
returned. I started touching myself as Tom had done 
previously. I felt something growing within me. I kept 
touching till I felt like I was exploding. Wave after 
wave of energy emanated from my crotch. It seemed to go 
on forever. As the waves diminished into subtle echoes 
of wondrous pleasure, I found myself dozing off, with 
that smile still glued to 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 responded. "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 responded, "It's just a 
wonderful, beautiful day, and I am the happiest girl in 
all the world." 

When I heard Tom coming down the stairs, 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." 

That night, before bed, when he came in to give me my 
ritual kiss on the forehead, I told him, "Tom, it 
happened, and it was beautiful, and I owe it all to 
you. I only wish you were there to see it." He just 
smiled, lifted my hand and gently kissed it, and said, 
"My Princess, you deserve all the happiness life has to 
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. In time, I was cried out. He handed 
me my robe and sat down with me on my bed. "OK, 
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?" 

"Of course not," I realize, "but I want to look like a 
woman too, not just feel like one." 

"In time, 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 had to admit that, so 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 yelled. 

Tom came to my door and asked if everything was OK. I 
wasn't ready to have him see me like this, so I just 
said that all was fine. This time, 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 of all the times 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 questioned. 

"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 time 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 
questioned. "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. 

"Tom, 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 can 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. 

During part of the hike, we are hiking down a stream, 
with almost shear cliffs on either side. All of a 
sudden, without any warning, a family of bighorn sheep 
come barreling down one wall, right in front of us, 
stop to look at us for a moment, and then head right up 
the other side. It caught us so off-guard that we 
forgot to snap a picture. We continue our hike. I've 
got this itch that doesn't seem to want to go away, but 
I know what will work.

Finally, we get to our campsite. We are at the edge of 
a beautiful meadow, filled with every color flower 
imaginable. We look out over the wide stretch of open 
land, with our arms around each other's waist. I feel 
wonderful. How is it that I feel like a woman and yet 
feel like a little girl again, too? I run through the 
flowers, skipping and laughing and having a grand time. 
Tom just watches me, smiling and slowly shaking his 
head back and forth. 

I grab an armful of flowers and run back to Tom. High 
in the air I toss them, and flowers rain down all over 
us as we embrace. We prepare dinner together, wanting 
to get it finished and cleaned up before it gets dark. 
Actually, if I weren't so excited about what is to 
come, I would have found the dinner to be very tasty. 

After dinner, Tom puts some water on the fire so we can 
wash up. While it is heating up, we gather up a lot of 
pine needles and make a nice mattress overlooking the 
meadow. Tom then zips our two sleeping bags together as 
one, while I shyly look on. The sun is going down, so 
we split the hot water and go in separate directions to 
clean up. I strip off my clothes from the hike and wash 
myself from head to toe. My skin is tingling, and I 
can't stop leaking down my leg. I definitely need 
something big to plug this leak. 

From my backpack, I remove the special little baby doll 
nightie I bought just for this occasion. It is silky 
and almost see through. It leaves nothing to the 
imagination. It barely covers my other surprise. Now, I 
do have pubic hair, though not a lot. It is soft and 
silky, and I've trimmed it into the shape of a heart. 
Tonight I will share my heart with the man who has 
possessed my heart my entire life. I've also grown to a 
small B-cup, so my perky globes will show through 
nicely behind this veil. I put the final touches on the 
present I'm sharing with my beloved, and can't wait 
till he puts his touches on that present.

The sun is down now. The sky is full of stars, and the 
Milky Way can be seen reaching across the sky. The moon 
starts to peek over the mountain as I walk to our love 
nest. When I get there, I notice that Tom has gathered 
up flowers and drawn a large heart on the ground around 
our sleeping bag. The bag is unzipped and folded over, 
in a welcoming manner. I look towards the meadow and 
see the moon fully exposed rising right above the head 
of my beloved. The moonlight shines off of Tom's 
muscles and makes his definition look that much more 
impressive. 

He is wearing only boxer shorts, though they can't hold 
in his obvious desire. I notice his eyes slowly explore 
me from head to toe. His gaze lingers on my legs. I 
realize why. The moonlight is probably glistening off 
the drops that are endlessly meandering down my legs. 
He walks up to me, takes my hand and drops to one knee. 
Looking downward, he says, "My fair princess, how can I 
be worthy of such a treasure? Your beauty blinds me. 
Shakespeare said it so perfectly, in Romeo and Juliet: 
'My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; 
the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are 
infinite.'" 

"Arise my noble knight, for tonight you are my king. I 
wish I had my love to give to you, but that love has 
already been given away, given to you from the day I 
was born. I can share with you no more than you 
deserve, yet I lack the assets to fulfill that amount. 
I can give but myself to you, though I have always been 
yours. I can never repay you for all you have given me. 
Tonight, I can but share that which you have created by 
your love. And with this love, let us entwine." 

In each other's arms we form as one. Our lips touch, 
ever so gently. Our tongues meet; our first kiss of 
passion; just a taste of what is to come...

I've cherished the memory of that night forever. I can 
still go back in my mind and feel the wonderful 
sensations, the glorious love. I couldn't imagine 
anything more perfect. Though we see each other 
whenever we can, that night was a one-time experience. 
We realize that attempting a repeat would only tarnish 
the memory. I left for college two weeks later. I did 
miss Tom and Mom, but my workload kept me busy enough 
to make the loss tolerable. On occasion, I did go out 
on a date, but I found the guys to be much like the 
ones I knew from high school, just looking for what 
they could get. 

My first three years of college were very intense, but 
my senior year seemed to ease off some. Finding some 
extra time on my hands, I decided to volunteer with 
Habitat For Humanity. It was good hard work, but I 
found it very satisfying. As an added bonus, I actually 
met Paul there. It is hard finding truly caring men, 
and I've been too spoiled to settle for less. Paul is 
very much like Tom, very caring, patient, kind, 
sensitive (and a terrific lover). We married 6 months 
after I graduated with honors from college. It was a 
beautiful wedding. Tom gave me away. I was and continue 
to be very happy, contented and fulfilled.

Tom's not out of the picture. On occasion, during our 
visits, he'll blindfold me and walk me through his 
garden, taking me back to the memories of that little 
girl putting herself in the trusted hands of her big 
brother. Maybe our hugs linger a bit longer than the 
average brother and sister, but we respect each other's 
lives and have been very loving and supportive of each 
other.

"Good night Mom. Good night Dad." I must have dozed 
off. Here are our kids, hand-in-hand kissing us good 
night before heading off to bed. As I watch them bounce 
up the stairs, I think to myself, "If Susie gets just a 
taste of a brother like mine, she will be well on her 
way towards a wonderful life of happiness and 
fulfillment." I know, for I'm living it. "Care to join 
me upstairs?" 


"Good night Mom. Good night Dad." I must have dozed off. 
Here are our kids, hand-in-hand kissing us good night 
before heading off to bed. As I watch them bounce up the 
stairs, I think to myself, "If Susie gets just a taste 
of a brother like mine, she will be well on her way 
towards a wonderful life of happiness and fulfillment." 
I know, for I'm living it. "Care to join me upstairs?" 
Paul whispers in my ear. 

"I can't thing of anything I'd want more, at this 
moment."

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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