She looked forward to talking with her brotherwho was always the voice of sound reason in the family, able to cutthrough the crap.To break free of the...depression, she turned her attention to the pile offan mail. Dumping the box of unsorted mail on the the center island inher kitchen, she carefully placed the pile of pink and white envelopes alladdressed to her, handwritten in the most feminine of handwriting. Itbrought a smile to her face knowing all the young girls who aspired to beher. Everywhere! Crotch, ass, waist,hips, thighs, they all fitted with no excess fabric anywhere, just firmlycovered.I was so excited that I didn't even look in the mirror. I just grabbed thet-shirt to put it on realizing at that moment it wasn?t a t-shirt but apolo, still I put it on. It also felt great on me, it was softer than theshirts I usually wore and it adjusted to my small ribcage and thin armsvery well, I didn't feel lost inside it, just right.Without thinking about what was happening, I. He had been thinking about Sandy lying naked on her bed, and of all the things he could have and wanted to do to her had he the time and way of it. Come to think of it, he was really thinking about her breasts mostly. Does that mean a part of me will change if I think about what I'd like to do to another woman?His hand that had been cupping his breast was now squeezing it softly, sending a wicked, until now, unfelt pleasure through him, which did not go unnoticed. He looked down at his chest. Mostly I just tried to fade into the background, occasionally I’d offer a suggestion, but quietly, without interrupting. Sue didn’t spend every night in my bed, much as I wanted that, not just because she was my only sexual outlet.It took some time to explain to Sue that I wasn’t sending her away, I just didn’t want either of us changing our routines too fast. Sue was my first shot at a real relationship, the first time I felt commitment. I had seen too many people fall in lust, burn with all.