I guess I had been in love with him all my life, but I didn’t realize it until I was playing with dolls one day when I was nine and the guy doll wasn’t my father or my future husband, it was my brother.

Mike is almost two years older than me. But I’m Mike too. Michael and Michelle. How original. Mike found out that Michelle could be Mike too, and we’ve been calling each other Mike ever since. When one of our parents calls “Mike!” we both answer. Sometimes we get “Girl Mike!” or “Boy Mike!” or “Michelle!” or Michael!” as a reply.

Mike was kind of geeky, but he got along with most kids. I was a little shy, but more outgoing when I was with my girlfriends.

Our parents work long hours, so we are alone a lot. They have a business and it takes all their time.

When we were in the old house, we had the same bed in the same room. We always slept snuggled up together and we did that since I was about two. We had always taken baths together

When I was ten we moved closer to our parent’s work, and I got my own room. I didn’t ask for one, they just did that because that’s how the house was. The bathroom was in between our bedrooms, so we could each go in whenever we needed to.

Sometimes I would still go into Mike’s bed and snuggle up to him, when I was scared or lonely, or just because.

We still took baths together every weekend, and sometimes we took a shower together during the week after school. Usually we would take turns washing each other, but sometimes we had fun and tried to wash each other at the same time, our arms getting entangled.

When we bathed together we usually sat across from each other, because the bathtub was like that, but sometimes I would turn around and lean my back into him and once in a while I wanted him to do that to me. It just felt good that way.

When I was eleven my feelings for Mike became stronger, and as I talked with my girlfriends at school about boys and love I would really be thinking about Mike and that was when I first I realized that I was in love with him, I didn’t just want his friendship, I wanted to be his girlfriend.

One day one of my friends, Shelly, told me that I had started growing boobs. I hadn’t noticed myself, but as we were in the bathroom I pulled up my shirt to look. I didn’t really think so, but when I put my hands on myself it did feel a little bigger.

I was starting to become a woman.

A couple weeks later when we were in the shower I thrust my boobs out at Mike the way I saw Mom do to Dad sometimes. He didn’t notice. He just washed me same as always. When I washed him I noticed he was getting crotch hair.

I screwed up my courage and took ahold of his penis. He didn’t do anything. Just let me hold it. When I let go he looked down at me and smiled. And patted me on the head.

I wanted to scream at him! God damn, I’m becoming a WOMAN! Can’t you SEE?

A few months later we were in the shower again. He was standing to my side washing my boobs and said, “You’re starting to grow boobs.”

“Yup.” I replied. My god! He noticed!

As he started to wash my belly I took his hand and moved it back up to my boobs. He washed some more. I liked the feel of his hand on my boobs, rubbing back and forth. Sometimes he would rub my nipple with his thumb. He washed my belly and then as his other hand started washing my back I turned toward him and kissed him. Not like a sister. Hard. Like a woman. He kissed back a little.

When I stopped he looked down at me and smiled. And patted me on the head. I wanted to scream at him! There’s a NUDE WOMAN standing right in front of you. She loves you and you don’t even NOTICE?!

It went on like that for a while. Sometimes he washed my boobs more. Sometimes he didn’t. I wanted to shower with him more and more, but I didn’t want to bother him so it was usually just once or twice a week.

When I turned twelve he gave me a necklace. I don’t know if it was his idea or if Dad said he should give me something more ‘mature,’ but I loved it and cherish it to this day.

The next time we took a bath together I sat behind him and made him rest his head on my boobs. I rubbed my boobs back and forth across his head. I just then realized I was fingering my crotch as I did this. He HAD to have felt my arm there, didn’t he? He never said anything, but he seemed to wash my crotch a little more as he washed me.

One time that summer we were swimming in the lake with some other kids. We were going to play that game where you’re up on someone’s shoulders and you try to push the other kid off. We had split up for teams, our four against their four, and the fat boy Jeremy said, “You guys can be skins.”

Mike and I said “Okay” and I took off my halter top and threw it on the shore and Mike took off his t-shirt and thew it at the younger boy on Jeremy’s shoulders, who was the only one without a shirt on their team. The other girl on our team had on a small bikini top and she was a little slow taking it off. I don’t know why, she was ten and had nothing at all on her chest. Not even bumps. Her ‘horse,’ a boy named Tom, didn’t have a shirt.

The other ‘horse’ on their team was a tall girl named Deedy that Mike knew from school. She was a year older than him and she had real boobs. Compared to her I was flat. I don’t know if Mike liked her or not. Her rider was her little brother Kevin.

We played a few rounds, and our side lost. Their side had the fat kid and the tall kid, and we couldn’t do anything about it. But it got me excited showing off my titties to everyone, and the feel of my crotch against Mike’s neck as I rode him made it even better.

When we went back to school, it was Mike’s first year in high school, so our schedules were different and we didn’t get to shower together as much as I wanted. I made up for it by coming into his bed and sleeping with him sometimes.

One time he was already asleep when I slid under the covers with him. I was just wearing my nightie, no panties, and he was wearing underpants. He was lying flat on his back. I rolled onto my side facing him, pressing my boobs into his arm. I whispered to him, “I love you, Michael.”

I put my hand on his chest, just to feel his heart and lungs. Then I slid my hand down over his belly, when it met his dick. He was hard. Big hard, sticking up out of his shorts. I pet it. I stroked it. I reached my hand into his shorts and held it. I squeezed a little, and stroked it some more. I felt it was sticky. It wasn’t a lot, just a little wetness. I tasted it. It didn’t taste good, but it didn’t taste bad either. I thought about sucking it. I knew about sucking a dick from older girls. I wasn’t afraid of it or anything, but I just didn’t want to.

I lay back and started rubbing my crotch, fingering my lips and my clit. I took some of the goo from his dick and rubbed it on my crotch. It felt slippery and sticky at the same time.

On my 13th birthday I wished silently but clearly, “I wish Michael would make love to me.”

It seemed like most other girl’s boobs were bigger than mine. Some girls just pop right out. Mine took forever. Maybe because I was 13 or maybe because Mom thought it was time, a couple weeks after my birthday she took me to a store and got a couple bras for me.

A few days later I was in the shower with Mike. I had finished washing him and he started washing me.

He was washing my back when he said, “You started wearing a bra.”

“Yeah. Mom said I had to.”

He turned me around back toward him, “I guess this means you officially have titties now, hm?”

“Guess so.”

He was looking at my boobs. “May I try them?”

I was shocked! I hesitated, then I gestured to them, “Please do.”

My god! He wants to suck my tits! Finally!

He knelt down and started licking and teasing, first one nipple, then the other. Then each breast. Then licking in between. His hands rubbed my back and my ass. I started fingering my clit. He’d tease my nipple with his tongue, then try to get as much of my breast into his mouth as he could, then gently nip and bite my nipple again. Oh God how I loved it.

He stood up and looked down at me. He kissed me, hard and quickly. I was too slow to hold him in place as he turned to leave the shower.

It wasn’t until I was drying him off that I noticed he didn’t pat me on the head. I opened my mouth to say this, but then stopped. Best not to jinx it. Does he think of me as a woman now? Is wearing a bra all it takes? Oh, if I’d only known that I would have started wearing one when I was eleven!

A couple weeks later we enjoyed another session of tit-sucking.

Shortly after was Mike’s first date. We had always gone out with friends together, but this time is was “special.” I learned that it was special from the girl’s side. She lived a couple houses up from us and was in between me and Mike in age. Her name was Diana.

Maybe she had a crush on him or something, but the date was arranged by our parents. The girl’s father was going to take them to dinner and then to a movie, being chaperone and chauffeur. Dad gave Mike some money, since he was the guy he had to pay for everything.

She was kind of a friend to both of us, but she was sort of a nerdy tomboy and we didn’t really spend much time with her. I was jealous anyway. Some other girl was going with Mike on his first date. I know he didn’t love her, but that didn’t matter. She wanted to date him and she got to.

Later that year, when we were just about to take a shower, Mike was staring at me. I turned to look at him. “What?” I asked.

He stepped up and put his hands on my hips. “Well hell, Michelle… I declare, you’re growing hair, down there!”

I giggled.

“And your hips are getting wider. More feminine.”

He stepped back. “You’re a pretty girl, Michelle.”

I stepped up to him and reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body fully into his. I kissed him deeply. “Thank you, Michael.”

We got into the shower and washed each other playfully, reaching around each other some times, he was trying to rub my ass and I was trying to rub my tits against him.

Then he turned me sideways and cupped my crotch with one hand while his other hand grabbed my ass. I froze. He squeezed my cunt gently. I looked up at him and he was smiling. Then he started washing me again. But instead of washing him, I took his hand and moved it back to my crotch. I pressed it down until his finger slipped in between my lips. I rubbed it up and down.

I turned my back to him. I took his other hand and put it on my tits. He began gently twisting and pinching my nipples, cupping and squeezing my tits. His other hand continued to rub my cunt. I pressed my body back into his, enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. Sometimes I would take the hand rubbing my clit and press it harder, or move it faster.

Something happened. My clit was going to explode. Shock waves coursed through my body and I twitched. I let out little squeaks and moans as I came. I held his hand on my cunt. I sighed deeply. My first orgasm from a boy. And my loving brother Michael gave it to me. It was wonderful.

“Did you like that?” he asked.

“Yes. Thank you.” I reached back to feel his dick. It was soft. I wanted to scream at him! You just made me COME! You just jacked me off! And you’re not even EXCITED?!

A couple months later Mike ran into my room and tackled me. He was smiling mischievously as I stared up at him, and then he began to tickle me. I tried to squirm around and tickle him back. It was fun. We hadn’t done this in years. I think most of the time I was the one to tackle him.

We wrestled some more, but he was stronger and started tickling me again whenever I tried to get at him. Then he pinned me to the floor with my arms behind my back. When I struggled he’d tickle me again. He lay on top of me with all his weight and looked in my eyes smiling. Then he kissed me. Hard. His whole mouth on mine, tongue probing inside my mouth. I wanted to grab him, but my arms were still pinned behind my back. I felt my tits swell and my nipples get hard.

Then he whispered to me, “Lie still.”

He slowly got up off me. Then he reached his hand up my skirt and pulled my panties down. What was he going to do? He spread my legs apart. My arms were getting sore, so I moved them to my sides.

He was just looking at my pussy, smiling. Then slowly, he bent over and gently kissed it. Then he just stared, breathing deeply. Was he smelling me? That must be it. Then his tongue darted out of his mouth, probing. Up and down. Squirming, gentle, wet. He found my clit and his tongue kept swirling around and around. I moaned. It felt so good. He kept at it, sometimes stopping to probe inside, sometimes licking my lips. Then he gently bit my clit. “AWK!” I squawked. My whole body twitched.

“Did that hurt?”

“NO! It was great! Do it again!”

He did. And again. Little nips. Finally my whole body convulsed as I came.

He kissed me quickly and got up to go to the bathroom.

I couldn’t move! I couldn’t speak! I wanted to scream at him! PLEEEEASE fuck me!  Goddamn, don’t you know how much I want you?!

He came back with a wad of tissue. “I found this in the trash.”

It was a mini pad. Mine. I had just finished my first period.

“I read somewhere that it’s better for a woman after she started menstruating. I don’t know if it’s true or not, but you seemed to like it.”

That was an understatement.

It seemed we hardly saw each other after that. Mike had got a job fetching carts at the grocery store and I had band practice, as well as having to play recitals.

I had just finished cleaning off my makeup when I heard Mike come into his bedroom.

I stood there naked and called out, “Hey, Mike. Take a shower with me?”

“Okay.” He stripped and followed me into the bathroom. I was washing him and I remembered a couple years earlier when I shyly held his dick in my hand. This time my hands were all soapy as I washed it. And I kept washing it. And it started getting bigger. I looked up at Mike. He just smiled down at me, “Go on…”

I began stroking it. I had seen him jack off a couple times, so I had kind of an idea of what to do. Sometimes he’d tell me to grip it lighter or go faster. His whole body was tense. He was all clenched up. Then he groaned as the come shot from his dick. Some of it got in my hair, bit most of it was on the shower wall.

He was breathing heavily. I wiped the come off his dick with my hand, then I tasted it. I licked it. And before I knew what happened, it was in my mouth. I didn’t know what to do, so I just sucked a little and rolled my tongue around it. I guess I just wanted to try it a little.

I stood up and he wrapped me in his arms and we kissed hungrily. After kissing, he washed me. He didn’t rub my crotch too much, but he squeezed and cupped my tits, rubbing my nipples with his thumb. It felt good. As he dried me off afterward, he wrapped me in the towel and kissed me hungrily again. “Thank you,” he said.

He pushed me up against the wall and took his half-hard dick in his hand. He squatted down a little, and began rubbing the tip of his dick against the slit of my pussy. Just slowly, up and down, poking in just a little. I moaned. He was teasing me! I wanted to scream at him! SHOVE. IT. IN. ME!

Not long after that I had my first date. It wasn’t really a date, more like an assignment. Mike was going to take Diana and I was going along with her cousin Tom. Fucking great. Since Mike had a job he paid with his own money. We went to the bowling alley. We ate and bowled. Tom was the only one of us that was any good. It wasn’t too bad, really.

We held hands and were nervous and awkward, the way a first date is suppose to be. As we kissed goodnight I saw Mike’s hand on Diana’s ass and I felt such intense hatred I wanted to stab her. Then I realized for her it was probably the thrill of a lifetime. Mike had been kissing me and holding my ass since we were toddlers.

It was Mike’s 16th birthday.

Early in the morning, before the day started, I went into his room to give him a special gift. I’d cut a little hair from my crotch and put in a tiny plastic bag like drug dealers use.

He was already awake, lying on his back just looking at the ceiling. He turned his head when he saw me come in.

“Hey, Mike.”

“Hey,” I replied. “I have something for you.” I handed him the gift.

He sat up and took it in his fingers and looked at it closely. I stood there and waited. Finally he turned his head. “Thank you, Michelle. I will treasure this always.”

He cupped it in his hands and looked at it some more.

“You’re very welcome.”

The day was pretty normal – that is busy. I really didn’t get to spend much time with him. After dinner Mom brought out the cake and we gave Mike his gifts. Dad gave him $1,000 ‘credit’ toward a car – meaning Mike would get the money when he actually bought the car. Mom got him a book he’d been talking about getting and  some money. I gave him a couple cd’s.

After dinner he went out with his buddies from work.

I wore the necklace he gave me when I turned 12 and a very sheer nightie he got me when I turned 14. Well, actually he gave me a gift card and I got he nightie myself, but…

I decided I needed a little courage/relaxation so I got some of Dad’s rum and mixed it with a glass of Coke. I didn’t know how much to use, so I put in a couple shot glasses. I choked on it and spit up the first couple times until I learned to take it easy.

After about half an hour I had quite a buzz.

When Mike came home he was very drunk and maybe a little stoned. I heard him fumbling with his keys as his friends drove off and opened the door for him.

“Thnks,” he mumbled as he shuffled toward the stairs, barely pausing to look at me. He climbed the stairs and went into his room as I followed. He stripped off his clothes and flopped down on his bed in his shorts.

He lay there asleep or nearly so, oblivious to me. I pulled down his shorts and began rubbing on his cock. I bent down and kissed it and licked it. I took the head in my mouth and sucked a little. It started to get hard. His dick was well lubricated with my slobber and I jacked him off until it was hard.

I lay next to him and whispered to him how much I loved him and how much I wanted him as I stroked him. I kissed his face and his chest, and rubbed my tits across his body.

I was nervous and a little scared, but I was determined to give him another special gift:

Myself.

I straddled over him and leaned over to kiss him.

I took his super hard dick and put it inside of me. First a little, then farther. I was pushing myself down onto him and let out a little yelp as I felt my hymen tear.

I rubbed his chest and arms as I fucked him. It felt so good for me, now that ‘the moment’ was passed. I read somewhere that people bond when they have sex. I didn’t think I could love him any more, but somehow I did. Mike moaned softly and thrust in time with me. He reached up to fondle my tits through the soft fabric of my nightie. The bedsprings were squeaking and I was a little nervous about getting caught. I was too scared/ nervous/ drunk to come, but I wanted to give him all of my love and just kept fucking him with the same rhythm.

He moaned and tensed as I felt his jism spurt inside of me. The pulsing went on and on. He seemed to have a lot of come inside him. Finally he relaxed and lay back on the bed.

“Thank you, Michelle…” he whispered, “I love you.”

I lay on top of him and rubbed my tits across his chest and face. His dick softened and I let it slip out of me. Then I lay down next to him and went to sleep, with my arm across my lover’s chest.

The next morning we looked at each other and smiled, saying not a word.

That day and the next were surprisingly normal.

I was standing in front of my mirror brushing my hair out before I got dressed and put on my makeup. Mike came running into the room totally naked and shoved me over to my bed and pushed me onto it. He jumped on top of me and wrapped his arms around me and began kissing me hungrily. It happened so fast I didn’t see how hard his dick was, but I felt it now as he began humping me, rubbing it against my pussy.

I immediately got excited and began squirming around, trying to hump him back and rub my tits against him. He literally ripped the crotch of my wet panties out and jammed his dick into me as I spread my legs. I clutched at his ass, wanting him to jam it into me as far as he could. He began fucking me hard and I lifted my legs up to let him slam his cock home more easily.

God it felt so good! My whole body began twitching with every thrust. I didn’t notice when he ripped the front of my bra open. He began kneading my tits and pinching my nipples.

“Oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck…” I said with the thrusts. My whole cunt was tingling as I felt myself about to come.

“Fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me-fuck-me…

“Oh-please-oh-yes-oh-fuck-oh-FUCK-oh-GOD!” Waves of ecstasy coursed through my body as he thrust into me. And then I felt his release.

“MM-MM-MM-MM-mm-mm-mm…”

He continued to thrust into me slowly in the rapturous afterglow, kissing me and touching me. I had never been happier. Eventually he stopped and just stared at me.

He smiled down at me, looking into my eyes.

“I’ve wanted to do that with you since last year when I rubbed your pussy in the shower.”

“I’ve wanted you a lot longer than that,” I replied.

“Really?”

I smiled and nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

He’s usually so smart. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he understand? I wanted to scream at him!