I could tell she was as excited as she could possibly be – arching her back against my face and pulling my head deeper with her legs and hands. I wa... so hot for her, I didn’t need her to suck my cock. It was already as stiff as could be. I climbed up on top of her and kissed her neck – licking it with my tongue. She grabbed my penis with her right hand, my balls with the left and guided it into her sloppy, hairy, wet, pussy hole. I plunged into her and she moaned – uttering in my ears. I still wasn’t too sure exactly what I was supposed to be doing down there, but he was reacting positively and pushing his dick against my hand and following my up and down motions.He stopped me though when he said, “Hey, I want to do something. Has any guy ever gone down on you?” Now I knew what that meant – oral sex - but it was odd to hear him say it and I calculated where we were going with this and I didn’t want a repeat of the thrust and cum situation, and honestly I was really curious. . My hands caressed her head and my fingers lost in her thick locks of hair. I pressed her closer and closer to me so I can go deep into our kiss. We broke our kiss only to breathe deep and went back to it. I was hungry for her and my tongue kept dancing with hers and tasted her saliva and it was mixing well with mine. It was better than honey. And a thought came to be. I wanted to taste very lips. I softly stopped sucking on her tongue and ran the tip of my tongue along her lips. Could taste her. The policewere called and my parents made their excuses.The situation was brought to a head.I was sent to a child therapist who through a series of 4 or 5 sessionsand one family session determined that I was jealous of my sister - shewas the eldest and never had to make do with hand me downs. Of course Iwas jealous of her. Except I wasn't. I was transgendered and theopportunity for this fact to be open and discussed passed me by quickerthan you could say malpractice. My mother, bless her open.