Back outside Gabby and I went, her in her pink g string and a shirt of mine that just reached to under her ass. Marc had poured the drink and was stan...ing outside in his jocks having a smoke as he waited for us to join. Off came my pants and shirt and while also just in my jocks a tackled Gabby into the pool. The water was lovely and refreshing and just before Marc got in, he hand us our drinks. As we moved around the pool Gabby soon was in my arms. Her back against my chest as I held her while. Mom was deathly afraid of having a baby daughter while he was like he was, so she concocted a cover story and religiously used an IUD. I only found this out, much later.Dad had gotten her pregnant in high school (I guess he thought the milkman went to that same HS), but he conveniently forgot about that when he was in a fit!Finally, at thirteen, I reached MY boiling point! I could no longer take this bullshit and I went toe to toe with him!I was giving away, maybe two inches in height, but not. I could have tried on some of your clothes orCarolines but that was far too scary as well. And no, I didn't steal yourknickers and do boy stuff in them either just to put your mind at rest.When you were little I bet you had a tutu and practiced ballet. I wouldhave loved to but boys didn't do that. Until you decided to punish me. Ihad to wear girls clothes, behave like a girl, to all intents andpurposes "be " a girl. Something I had always thought about. But the bestpart of it all was it wasn't. This put my face almost in contact with her lower abdomen, and my warm exhalations started have some effect on Jeans breathing. As her breathing became slightly ragged, she bent her upper body over to look at me and wonder of wonders, her left breast was leaning on the side of my head and the right was resting just below my jaw.With a slight twist of my head, my warm breath was now heating the underside of the right breast. The result was spectacular, she unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped out.