Fluids,I would just love a cup of cum-juice I almost said as I nodded a "yes".Jeff and I started to do some homework again when I caught his Dad eyein...me to go into the kitchen. I smiled and deliberately didn't wiggle in.Alone, he grabbed me and started kissing me again. I had to literallyfight him off. He told me to meet him the next day after school and hewould be waiting in his car around the corner in pub carpark. I kissedhim and promised I would be there but had to go now. Jeff and I. Another thing was, the age difference. Mom wasnt the craziest girl ever, but she had a freaky side, typical of her poor upbringing. She never did have an opportunity to live out her wildest fantasies, the sex between them had been close to non-existent ever since she gave birth to my brother, and with finances dwindling, conflicts began to surface. Trying to keep up with his younger, beautiful wifes caprices had taken a toll on him. His ambition, too, working day in and day out, stressing over. He never got married. Except for my parents the only otherliving relative I had was my grandfather, my father'sfather. So as one can probably imagine we were rather closeas a family. We still are as a matter of facts.It all started one day when at school we were told of animportant experiment to teach us about prejudice andequality between men and women. It was an all boy's schooland there were only male teachers so some of us wonderedwhether there would be any girls allowed from now on. Weonly. I went to my vanity and removed my nail polish,then went to Jeffery?s dresser and got a pair of his boxers. They fithorribly but they were male. Looking in the mirror again I began to cry.?You are a freak? I said to myself before going down the stairs dressedin his boxers to get more coffee. Once down stairs I decided this wasstupid immediately went back to dress. Suntan Pantyhose, a denim jumperdress with a floral brocade, and my hair in a now proper bun I decided todo the laundry and then.