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     I was eighteen before I worked up the courage to let a boy fuck me! I am a good
looking girl, petite with long blonde hair and green eyes and a pair of firm 34C breasts
but I avoided going out alone with boys even though many of them at school were clearly
attracted to me. My girl friends would tell me how boys had fondled them, pressed their
tits, stuck their hands into their panties and rubbed their pussies and how they had put
their hands on boys’ “things” and rubbed them till they spurted thick white goo up into
the air. These stories did not excite me. I always found boys rough and inconsiderate and
was afraid their “things” would hurt me.
      I grew up in a single family home the only child of a mother who loved me dearly.
All her friends were female, either single or couples with children about my age. My
father was never mentioned but I got the impression that he had somehow wronged my mother
and even beaten her often before they eventually separated. My earliest memories of all
the parties my mother took me to had only women and their children present and most of the
children were girls.

      My best friend Brenda lived with her mother and her “friend”. Brenda told me that
they shared a bedroom and she slept by herself in another bedroom. They were partners in a
very successful boutique and seemed to be quite fond of each other. They never quarreled
and were always smiling and sweet tempered. Brenda and I were inseparable and our mothers
were close friends too.
      As the two of us grew out of childhood we began to realize that other kids did not
live the way we did. There were more males in their lives and couples were always a man
and woman. Many of the girls at school spoke about their dads and brothers and when we
were invited to parties at their houses lots of males were present. Both Brenda and I
found ourselves very uncomfortable at these parties and stuck together for support and
comfort.
      Once at a sleep-over at Brenda’s house we began to talk about boys and how we did
not like them and Brenda said that she had to tell me a secret. I promised not to tell
anyone and she told me she had a brother, a year older than her, who lived with her father
and who visited them secretly and alone as her mother loved the boy and could not tear
herself away from him. She also confessed that she too was very fond of him and when ever
he stayed the night he shared her bed. They had slept together from the time they were
babies and thought nothing of it. In fact he slept in a flimsy nightdress she lent him! 

      The thought of Brenda and her brother sleeping in the same bed excited me and the
next time I was over at her place I asked her about it.
“Does he just lie quietly and talk to you or do you both fondle each other like we do?” I
asked her curiously.

“Does he rub your pussy and make you feel good the way I can?” I demanded feeling a
little jealous that she should let someone else, especially a boy, touch her the way we
did each other. We were in bed together wearing only thin cotton nighties since it was
summer and very hot. Brenda rolled over onto me and I felt her hard little breasts press
against mine and my nipples hardened, she kissed me tenderly and said, “My brother is very
effeminate and sweet and gentle like a girl and he likes to kiss and tickle my pussy till
I squirt my sweet juices onto his fingers!” 

      We were both excited now and quickly pulled our night dresses up, I spread my
thighs so she could lie between them and fit her quivering pussy against my moist slit.
Our clits were rigid and we both began to undulate our bottoms causing a passionate
friction and tingling in our cunts. Her mouth was glued to mine and her tongue wriggled
wildly over my teeth and lips and then deep into my throat.
      I felt a familiar clenching in my stomach followed by sweet release and at the same
time I heard Brenda moan and felt a sprinkling of her cum on my bush. We had never
orgasmed so hard and so fast before and we looked with surprise into each other’s eyes as
our breathing slowed to normal. Then Brenda began to giggle.