Perhaps it was because I was a straight ‘A’ student, whom the teachers seemed to love but many other students seem to resent. Perhaps it was the f...ct that I had shot up to nearly six foot tall, and towered over most of the boys in my sophomore class. Perhaps it was because while my figure was now developing, and my breasts while perky and firm, they were a rather small, ‘B’ cup; I was not the voluptuous symbol of sexy many adolescent boys desire. Perhaps it was the fact that I was a female. She put her head on my shoulder and looked up at me while she said "I love you Jim, with all my heart and soul, you are the man I want and the man who can have me any way he desires." And then she kissed me.It was no ordinary brother sister kiss, it was a kiss of passion and surrender. I could feel through her lips the lust of her desires. We were both panting hard when we finally broke away, we just stared into each others eyes for a time, soaking in what that kiss signified. As the kiss went. She smelt exotic, aromatic, like some spice or herb leaking out of her pores. She made to close her thighs, but I opened them, silky smooth latte coloured skin, perfectly muscled to squeeze my head in there. I slipped my tongue inside the hole and scoooped out her juices, she tasted like she smelt. She nearly took off through the ceiling. Her hand came towards my head, but instead of pushing me away she pressed on the topof my head, bringing me into her, and curled her henna'd fingers in my. "I know you like window shopping dear, butreally, we have to get you fitted for that suit." She reached up and pattedmy face. "Maybe you can come back later today and look at it."I grimaced inwardly. I love my wife, really I do, but women can employ somepretty wild logic on occasion.I picked up her bags, like a dutiful husband, and away we went. It wasgetting close to noon, and the lunch crowds were starting to pick up a bit.The mall is normally pretty packed, but it struck me as unusually.