The Swan, Part I


THE SWAN (Part I) My name is Logan and I buried my twin sister the other day. Her name was Sue Ann and she was 8 minutes younger than I was. She always said it made her feel safe to be the younger of the two. My pet name for her was “Swan” and people would ask why I called her that, and we would both smile and say it was private. Some people would guess it was perhaps a childhood name because I could not pronounce her given name when we were young, or perhaps because she grew up to have a very long and graceful neck. Actually it was neither of those things. Forty years ago we were growing up on the family farm/ranch in the Texas panhandle a couple of miles outside of town. We were seventeen at the time. Our mother had passed away a couple of years before and it was just the two of us and our Dad. We had to be, and were pretty self-sufficient by the time we were seventeen. Our Dad worked long hours and we were expected to get ourselves up, etc. to go to school. The bus would pick us up at the road that fronted our farm about 200 yards from the house. This story is the reason I gave her the Escort Erenköy name. As twins, and especially since our Mom had died, we had always been very close and able to tell each other everything. One day towards the end of our sophomore year, we were riding the bus home and I could tell that she was upset about something. When we got home I started asking her what the matter was and she of course said “nothing.” I kept after her and she finally broke down and cried, saying she was ugly, she had braces on her teeth, none of the boys in school liked her, etc. I tried to console her, saying she wasn’t ugly, and it wasn’t her fault that the guys in school hadn’t figured out that she was nice looking and just slow to develop. I pointed out that not every girl in our school had big boobs, or was gorgeous. I pointed out to her that the Homecoming Queen last fall had been so flat chested two years before that she looked like she had been ironed out. That at least got a smile out of her. I reminded her of the story of the ugly duckling that turned into a swan, içerenköy escort and said she was going to be every bit as beautiful and desirable as any girl in the school. At that point she asked me if I thought she was desirable. It caught me by surprise, but I said of course, and teased her by saying I liked skinny girls with small boobs. “Anything more than a mouthful is wasted anyway.” Then she asked me if I had fooled around with any of the girls I had gone out with. I said, “Sue Ann, why do you want to know that?” That’s when she told me, “The one guy I’ve gone out with a few times never even tried to get his hands on my tits, only kissed me once.” Then I found out that he asked Melissa (one of her friends) to go to the Spring Dance. So I told her that yes I had fooled around with a couple of the girls I went out with. “What was it like, what did you do with them?” “Are you sure you want to hear all this?” “Yes. I want to know why nobody asks me to go out, and if somebody ever does, what to expect. Would you show me what you do with your dates?” Tuzla escort bayan “Sue Ann, you’re my sister for God’s sake! I can’t do that with you. It’s not right” “Why not? You hug me when we see each other, you give me kisses on the cheek, why can’t you kiss me for real, or maybe play with my tits. I play with them. I’ve even played with my pussy a few times. I just want to see if it feels different when a guy does it and I’ve been having trouble getting guys to see me that way.” Well this was an entirely new side of my sister. One I didn’t know. While I was standing there, she suddenly leaned forward, put her arms around my neck and started kissing me on the lips. I started to loose my balance and instinctively put my arms around her. The next thing I knew we were sitting on the sofa and doing some serious kissing. I looked at her and said, “Are you sure you want to do this?” Her answer was to take my hand and place it on her tit. As I said, they weren’t big but I later found out that they were A cups. As I started kissing her again, and rubbing her tits through her shirt, she started breathing more heavily. “Oh, wow. Does kissing like this, do this to all girls?” “No, just to the ones that enjoy it. Sue Ann, fooling around and having sex is fun. You will find out one day” “You’ve had sex with your girl friends?” “Yeah, a few times…but I intend to have more.” “Logan, touch my pussy.

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