Finally, Erik is zoning out, looking through the window.You were really excited your brother decided to join you on your birthday weekend. It's been a...hard year since your parents died and Erik still can't get over the fact that he ended things so poorly with them. You've tried telling him numerous times that he shouldn't beat himself up over a fight, and that of course your parents loved you both, but the grief won't subside.Anyway, it took some convincing, but he finally agreed to join your. She looked at it for just a moment, then took it into her hands. Stroking and playing with me. My eyes rolled back in my head at her touch. Had I really once thought silk was soft? Silk was like sandpaper covered with glass shards compared to her touch. She continued to stroke me for what could have been a minute, or a lifetime. I found I didn't much care about time right then.When she was done, she slid slowly up the entire length of me, my dick rubbing first between her perfect tits and over. And my diary for customer appointments, work events, etc, is nice andfloral. Pink trim on the pages and a butterfly motif. I've lost track ofthe amount of comments I've received from customers about my 'masculine'dairy, how 'pretty it is'.Sometimes my hair is in a bob, sometimes a pixie cut. Whatever shedecides that week. And I try to brush it off when people joke, but Iwonder should I just start accepting what is happening. I do enjoy allthe feminine finery in life. I love wearing jewellery. ‘Watching, probably.’ He was probably right. I made a non-committal sound. His hands slid up, and very slowly massaged the base of my breasts. After a few moments, I bit my lip. His lips found my ear, and he bit down, gently. ‘When you first took me,’ I said in a remarkably steady voice, ‘you were my rescuer. Except you weren’t. Except you were. It has been a little confusing. When a woman gives herself, there has to be a reason. She has to believe the man is worthy, or she’s giving comfort, ….