Julian was a bit of a spoiled brat. At 15 years old, he fancied himself ahippie, with his long unkempt light brunette hair. He liked to talk aboutpeac...e and love, but in reality he just wanted to smoke a lot of pot.Every Saturday he would come in with his mother after they handled theweekly shopping, and the every time he would sit in the lobby whining andcomplaining about how he shouldn't have to arrange his life around herschedule. It didn't matter to him that they were all each other had. ." Lon grunted."I'll wet it, too..." Beth offered. Lon stuck out a finger, and Beth made love to it with her mouth. Lon gasped -- he was even stiffer from what she was doing to his finger! God, what a mouth! In a moment, Beth let go, smiling, leaving his finger spit-soaked, too. "Better hurry, before it dries..." Huh? Oh, yeah!" Lon knee-walked back to Beth's plush ass and started gingerly fingering her pucker. Beth concentrated on making things as easy as she could; Lon's finger was inside her. I held myself in her until I had emptied all my cum, only then did I release her. Dropping down to lay on the sofa. Morgan collapsed down as I released her, gasping hard for breath. I pushed myself up off the sofa. Morgan stared up at me, her breasts rising and falling as she breathed. I reached down, running my hand down her one long slender leg. Sliding my fingers along her soft skin, up her thigh. I brushed my fingers over her ass, slowly cupping them around it. Feeling the flesh of her. " I gulp. "I... I..." I look up at my sister. "I don't have agirl name," I say sadly. "But I think I want to be a girl," I blurt out."I'm a girl inside..." I fight back tears."Mom and I already know how you feel," she hugs me. "All the questionsyou've asked over the years," she holds me close. "We put it alltogether. And that's why we've not said anything about you raiding mywardrobe," she chuckled. "But there is to be no more hiding your trueself," she stepped back. "Let's make you prettier.