Light was spilling in around thecurtains, so it had to be one in the afternoon, Friday. As he pulled thebedsheets off, he noticed his red fingernails....The pink nightshirt he wore wasfilled out generously by his ample breasts. For a moment he thought that he mustbe in some alternate universe. A universe where he was a woman and this was hisbedroom. But reality soon returned as memories of the night before came back tohim.As Chris lay there in bed, Nature?s call came to him. So he climbed out of. No matter how much I plead and argue my maturity, she simply will not agree to leave me alone by myself overnight. When those occasions arise that she has to be gone, she arranges for me to stay with Aunt Sue and Grandpa. I stayed there at night couple of times before school was out, but now that summer’s here, I stay all day and all night. This time I’ve been here a couple of days, and will probably stay a few more before Mom gets back.Aunt Sue is Mom’s sister. She is several years younger. He traced circles against the moist fabric of my black panties and then hooked his fingers and slowly pulled them down. He dipped his head and licked upward. I moaned loudly, my hips thrusting off the bed and rocking into him. Raising his eyes to meet mine once more, he plunged his fingers as deep as they would go. Arching, savoring the sweet ache, I clenched around them, feeling my throat vibrate with sounds I couldn't contain. He withdrew slowly and I whimpered at the emptiness. I watched. This time, Susan reached down and firmly grabbed my shaft guiding me into her. There was a gushy sound and a sense of warmth I felt as I entered. Susan shuddered as I moved slowly up all the way inside her. I held myself above her and looked down at her. "How does it feel?" I asked. Her eyes got big, she didn't say anything. Her look was enough. I think she was as excited and a bit scared like I was. I went very slowly, taking long strokes. We just looked at each other. I kept wondering what.