Using that stuffwasn't just acknowledging my new parts and gender, it was embracing themto an extent that I wasn't really ready for. I might not have...anychoice about being a girl, but I just couldn't accept it quite as easilyas Laura did.Since my thoughts had turned in the direction of my changes, I was nowquite aware of my body and new parts while I washed. Sometimes, I couldgo a couple days straight, without thinking about how strange my bodyfelt, or how embarrassing it was to have breasts. Christine was now 66 and told me she neede a place to live as she was penniless and also getting evicted from her apartment in Pennsylvania. Could she move in my spare bedroom? She would cook and clean while she looked for a job and another place to live. Against my better judgement, I consented but stated that I wouldn't help with the move. She was on her own. A saturday was set for the move and I left the townhouse open so she could move in. There was already a bed and chest of draws in. And finally my last sign was her pussy trying to grip my dick with everything it had. I heard her moan, “More.” I could only oblige. ********************** My parents walked into the house exactly six hours after Amanda’s and my little romp in the shower. I’m still sure her nails went a good two inches my back, since then I have periodically excused myself and checked to see if there was any blood on the back of my shirt…still nothing. My dad was the first to walk into the house with his. I wanted to kiss my sister and she wanted to kiss me!What kind of sicko perverts were we! brothers and sisters don’t kiss! Yet, those lips, those puffy, pouty, girlie girl kissers were so beautiful and undeniably enticing. Hell, I couldn’t kiss my…but I did!My right hand crawled across the top of the bench seat then it reached out to grasp the slender stalk of Leah’s neck. I felt the fingertips of her right hand touch my cheek. Before I could think, before I could protest, before I could deny.