He covered a breast with his hand and moved his fingers gently to find her nipple, stroking it delicately and carefully controlling the passion he fel... for her. He reached down her body, still keeping his fingers against her skin, tantalisingly over her stomach. She could wait no longer and grabbed his wrist, forcing his hand lower, down between her thighs, into the aroused wetness there.Her moan of pleasure at his touch, mingled with his, for the sensation of probing her vagina, and the. Finding nothing but the taste of my pre cum, she pushed me roughly back onto the bed."Lie face down," she demanded, "as I've found nothing so far, I'll have to search deeper."I heard the opening click of the lubricant, normally reserved for taking her anally, followed by the distinct snap of Latex gloves being pulled onto both her hands. So the conversation on the plane had been a lie, the dirty little slut had remembered them after all, but her punishment for dishonesty would have to. “Did he notice me?” I whispered, trying to see if I could see him in the kitchen. “I don’t know” she said, watching me trying to look at him. “He’s so amazing” I said, squealing and clapping my hands. I started giggling again as I saw him walk out of the kitchen, heading back to his room. He looked at me for a moment and then continued walking. When he got to his room I suddenly turned to his sister and said “He looked at me!” “Yeah” she said, rolling her eyes and texting somebody on her. Then I tried to figure out my situation. Where was I? How had I got here?Was this some kind of joke, or a dream, or had I gone insane? As a youngperson struggling with feeling like a girl when I was physically a boy, Ioften questioned my sanity.I had done so less since I had actually begun working on a transition,but it was still something I wondered about on occasion. But lacking anyway to be absolutely sure I was sane, I decided to act as though thissituation was real, until I could prove it.
Read More