I decided to see my brother first as he lived just off the main highway on the way to my sisters.He spotted me in the driveway and ran up to open my d...oor. A gentleman I thought.Once inside he offered me a glass of wine and grabbed a beer for himself.We did the standard chit chat and trying to catch up on several decades takes longer than a few hours.He knew I was roughly a year into my transition and I was happy he was not like most of the family that took turns hating on me.He told me about. You press your palm down against your clit when your finger is in as far as can go, curl it like he does, and slowly drag it out, watching it emerge from you in the mirror, covered in your juices. You smell your scent as you do this several times and wonder at the taste. He seems to love it. You raise your fingers to your lips and touch your tongue to sample it. It tastes sweet yet musky, very hard to describe but very pleasant. You smile at the thought of him tasting you. You return your hand. Raising the fabric to his nose, he thought he could still smell a hint of the heady tea rose perfume she’d loved to wear, and his mind took flight. Memories returned of his darling Beth waltzing around their tiny living room clad in that kimono, holding the acceptance letter to the University of Michigan’s med school in her dainty hands while golden sunlight wrapped her in its radiant embrace. Joey had stood by, trying to be happy and supportive though he feared that this new twist of fate. And the fact that her parents give her money for bills and groceries every month helps out as well. “Ok fine.” I said. “What else did you say?” “Ugh! I said I’m going to my parents’ house for the weekend!” she snapped. “Oh yeah… well you know what happens when you talk to me while I’m playing Playstation.” She rolled her eyes and went into the extra room. “Oh boy…” I said to myself. “Felicia!” I ran after her to the next room. I put my hands on her arms and turned her around. “I’m sorry. You.