I move my hands down to the apex of your thighs, teasing your cunt, sliding my fingers through your soaking wet folds. Dipping the tip of my finger in...to your hole, you gasp gripping the bed sheet. Taking my finger out quickly before you start grinding on it, I move to your thighs massaging them, running my hands back and forth. Digging my fingers in, back and forth, side to side. I get off your legs, flip you over and straddle your stomach.I massage your right breast, missing your nipple. I stroked him through the boxers for a minute then pulled them down quickly. His cock sprang up, and it was bigger than I expected it to be. I reached my hand out to grasp it. At the same moment an audible groan left his lips. I took this as encouragement. It took two of my hands from the base to circle him yet I still had space at the head for more. My hand stroked up and down like I saw in the movies and then I slowly lowered my head. His whole body stiffened as if bracing himself. I snaked. I had to somehow get through to the little ...to my 'dear brother', that it wasn't cool to change me into a girl. Okay, I thought, threats weren't working. So I tried being reasonable. "Why did you do this to me, Kenny? Haven't I always been nice to you? I take you places. I don't beat up on you. Why, Kenny?" I would have gone on but it sounded like I was whining. "I've been reading some stories on the net about men who became women and what they go through. I wondered if it really. “I want to see your tits” He whispered.“What?” I gasped.“Your tits, let me see them, after all I’ve let you see my cock.”“But what if someone comes upstairs” I protested.“It’s ok we’ll hear them.” He assured me.My room was at the end of the landing so there would be time to cover up.I was reluctant, it felt wrong. But I was incredibly excited and enjoying the taboo nature of what was happening.“Ok”. I whispered. “Just a quick look.I unbuttoned my pyjama top, and pulled it open, revealing my.