Can’t be MUCH wrong...”And I melted down. Hung my butt on a stool at the bar, put my head in my arms and cried.Derek heard me. Yes, he’s an icky... little brother at possibly the worst age possible, but he came to my aid.“Sis? Tara?” he said softly, touching my arm.I said nothing, just sobbed.“I know, Sis,” he said. “It’s hard. You need somebody to talk to.”“Who?”“Somebody ‘sides me. Kara, maybe. Rachel said Kara lost her mom.”“I dunno. It’s late. Just leave me alone...”“No, Sis. I love you. I’m. "Put these on." he said.Reluctantly, tom stripped and put on the panties. John had to clasp the bra for him. Then, John stuffed the bra cups with T-shirts. "There, now you look a bit like a girl."Next, he brought out a plaid schoolgirl skirt and a blouse, from his sister's high school uniform. He had Tom step into the skirt, and let him do the buttons on the blouse himself. The last part of the outfit was socks and shoes. The tennis shoes had a 4-inch platform. Tom had some trouble walking, but. I thought for a brief second that she was truly asleep, but then she slid off the bed and stood before me, her back turned to me. Without a word, she slipped out of her panties, dropped them next to her nightgown on the floor, and got back into bed without looking at me. She faced away from me and pushed her ass against my dick, once again burying me between her ass cheeks. I sensed that she eventually fell back asleep, but I was wide awake. We were both naked, and my dick was pressed into her. There can’t be. The feeling of a long slack rope between two people pulling taught, bringing two opposites too close to avoid snapping together. The conversations became a highlight of the afternoons and evenings. There was no denying the more they spoke, the closer they became in mind, if not in body. Then, on a rainy afternoon, it became too much. The rain had started again, on a Friday afternoon. As he again was naked on his bed, cock hard and straining against his hand, that he broke..