“You think I can hit on order?” he smiled. Suddenly my plan, simple and direct as I’d thought it was, exploded in my head. “You think I can hit on order?” he smiled. I think maybe he understood my message even before I’d understood what I was really saying, what without real thought perhaps and certainly without real talk between us, I was suggesting. My shameful confession: I’d never really been kissed. Without really thinking about it, after a few minutes of quiet affection I drew my head back and said “you’re playing tomorrow, right? I want what Brittany got.”
I could see the confusion on his face, that the penny hadn’t dropped. But I wasn’t out for gratuitous teasing or embarrassment; I had a goal and purpose in mind. Curves in all the right spots and I know a couple of D-cups when I see them even though with my C-cups I wasn’t envious. Yes, it was my brother and that thought conflicted me, but I luxuriated in the realization for the very first time in my life that I had been sexually attractive, that I had tapped into a reserve of female power that I hadn’t even known I had.
