I had just barely started growing breast which at the time were little more than tiny mounds sticking out from my chest.I always had the feeling I was...lesbian but at the time, I didn't acknowledge it. I wanted to think I was straight so I went after guys. On this particular night, my older brother Jacob (who at the time was thirteen), had his friend sleep over.His friend was a f******n year old named Brandon. He was tall for his age and muscular with a six pack. He had charming brown eyes and. So what's the hurry?" "But I'll need pajamas for tonight.." I started. "Oh Dennis!" she sighed. "For goodness sake! That room's full ofnightwear!" "But it's all yours!" I exclaimed. "You're welcome, silly," she said "I've never worn most of that junk.." "That's what I mean," I persisted. "It's all.. Girl stuff!" She sounded exasperated. "What are you wearing right now? If you'vechanged back, what were you wearing an hour or two ago?" "But.." "Oh stop complaining!" she ordered in a voice that. I flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs apart and started to kiss her thighs. Placing my left hand on her mound, I then used my thumb and index finger to spread her now wet lips, I pulled the hood of her clitoris into my mouth, which made her thrust her hips upward. I slowly sulked and pulled, and she tried to match my sucking with the movement of her hips. I then began circular motions around her clitoris with occasional flicks of my tongue from side to side, she now grabbed. At this point the Wise Observer smiles and places his finger againsthis lips in the position of the God Harpocrates for if this realizationwere ever to become widely accepted the World of Opposites with all ofits terrors and its strange beauties would at once cease to exist andthe Play called "Man" would be over. And there be very few inhabitantsof the World of Opposites who would seriously desire this consequence.For why?For this cause: an existence without opposites seems pallid, and.