Sometimes a friend, sometimes a father figure, sometimes a mentor, sometimes even more. It was my turn to support my big brother. I leaned into him an... gave him an extra long hug. “It will be okay Gerry, I’ll look after Terry, just like you looked after me when we were young!” I spoke softly lovingly. I didn’t mean it that way, should have worded it differently.Even though Gerry was getting close to his 40’s he was still as buffed and handsome of a big brother as any sister ever had. He hugged. “It is padded, you are going to have tits. You will only wear this when we have sex.” He ordered as I tried to figure the thing out.“Here, let me help you,” Jim said, “stick your arms through here,” and then he was behind me hooking the strap. I looked down and had tits, they weren’t big but I immediately want to try the slip. “That can wait for tonight,” Jim said and unhooked the bra.That night my shaved area started itching. I had never had something that itched so bad and tried to leave it. Thehapless male’s throat had been ripped as if by awildcat. After that, proud Rambo always had his owncage, kept far away from other males during breedingseason.Sherri finished her Coke and addressed her prized cavy.“Rambo, don’t tell me you’re going to get fat and lazynow that you’re not chasing the women any more! I’mgoing to have to put you to work killing mice to keepyou in shape!” Rambo had made short work of the lettuce, so Sherriopened the cage. I just turned and took her face in my hands, planting a big wet kiss on her mouth. Sam kissed me back with the same enthusiasm as the room erupted with whistles and cheers. We looked at each other, turned, and took a bow, giggling madly as we started to leave the bar, a little unsteadily.Sam took my hand in hers and led the way as I took little half-running steps to keep up.Someone handed me my purse, but they disappeared as I tried to say thanks.Our arms were stretched as Samantha picked up.