Chapter 2

The light in the bathroom disappeared with a click of the switch. Barefoot, Lea padded back to her bedroom. She toyed with the idea of stopping by her brothers' room, to see what he was up to. She found herself with a hand on his doorknob and hastily snatched the hand back, acutely aware that she only had on a pair of pants and a Winnie the Poo nightgown that she'd had for years, the hemline of which was slowly but steadily climbing up her thighs as she grew taller. Her mother had mentioned a few times that maybe it was time she got a new one. She kept meaning to, but it was comfortable and she'd had it for so long that it was becoming sentimental in value. She carried on to her room. Muffled sounds from the TV downstairs occasionally made their way up. One of her parents was still up. It might not be a good idea to be caught in his room. Why? What were you planning to do in there? Guilty conscience, by any chance? Lea blushed.

Her main light was already off, the only light in the room coming from the bedside light that she had left on before she went for a shower. The dress she had given to Thomas earlier in the evening was still draped across the bottom of the bed.

Forgot about that.

Lifting it up, she headed over to her wardrobe. Lifting out a hanger she slipped the wooden construct with its little bag of perfume into the neck and refastened the buttons. She held it up to the light for a moment, remembering how her brother looked wearing it.

Dammed good. If he'd been female and I male, I would have shagged him there and then!

Making space amongst the few other dresses she owned, Lea slipped the metal loop of the hanger over the rail and shut the door. She might have put the dress away, but as hard as she tried- which was not very- she could not put away the image of her brother. Pulling the duvet back, she slipped under its welcoming warm embrace. As usual, the hemline of her nightie slipped to her waist.

Lea was going to deny it but changed her mind; she could lie to many people, just not herself.

Yes, yes I would.

But you'd like more, wouldn't you?

Lea did not answer herself at first, but the voice was insistent, demanding an answer.

No, I'm not going to. Part of Lea sulked.

Lea slipped a hand between her legs, slipped fingers under elastic and probed.

Aaahhh! You bitch!

I warned you. Fingertips rubbed the little button of flesh. I'm waiting.

Lea tried to hold out, her back arching from the bed. Stop it!

The finger tips rubbed again, harder this time. She trembled under the duvet.

Because it feels so good, because you feel so good. She blushed. Because I want him to.

That wasn't so hard, was it?

No. Can I go to sleep now?

But you haven't finished yet!

Thomas slowly pulled her pants down, his breath tickled against her stomach. His nose slid down her skin, the passage of breath moving to the junction between her thighs. Lea felt herself getting ready to welcome him, opening up, moistening. His hands left her underwear around her ankles, sliding up her legs. She felt his thumbs either side of her lips, felt those lips being drawn back, exposing the fruit within.

Warm breath travelled over the freshly exposed moist contours for a moment, followed by something solid and as equally wet as the surface being traversed. His tongue traced every ridge, explored every nook and cranny as his lips brushed her labium. His tongue snaked in a little further, teasing the edges of her hymen briefly before moving up to her clit. Thomas knew just how much pressure to apply, how to tease her, when to back off and when to resume, each movement of his tongue mirrored by her index and forefinger. Her stomach muscles clamped suddenly as she felt an increase in the flow of fluid between her legs. She lost herself to the throes of pleasure and was in no hurry to come down from the pleasurable heights. Yet all things must come to an end.

Now can I go to sleep?

After the previous night's escapade, she could hardly look her brother in the eye the next day, dream or no dream. So guilty of her passion, that she was actually glad for once that he did not walk her to school or search her out at break times. Not that he was very far from her thoughts.

Lonesome Mary made a few efforts to engage her in conversation. Probably 'cos I've spent so much time lately, staring at her. Reckoned Lea, though I think these dreams involving my brother pretty much prove I'm not a carpet muncher.

The bell for break rung throughout the corridors, it came as a surprise to very few pupils as almost all had been clock watching for the last five minutes. Lea saw Lonesome Mary put away her pens and head towards her. Trying not to appear too blatant about it, Lea ignored her and walked away sharpish.

In a bid to avoid both Mary and her brother, Lea searched out some of the larger groups of girls that would provide a deterrent to hormone inducing brothers and confusion inducing members of her own sex.

The group she joined was all excited about something and Lea found her interest and curiosity piqued.

'And you didn't stop him?'

'God no! I was enjoying it way too much!'

The girls —with the exception of Lea who hadn't a clue what they were talking about-laughed.

'So go on, what happened next'

'Well, he'd seen them, felt them, so I thought to myself, why the hell not.'

'You didn't!'

The girl who had been telling the story looked smug 'I certainly did! And although it was strange at first, I got to like it really quickly. I mean REALLY quickly. And I know he wasn't complaining.'

'Wow.'

'Way to go girl!'

'Is that all?'

'No, he was doing such a good job; I was going to let him go further south, if you catch my drift. But his little brother came home.'

'Bummer.'

'I know, for a moment I really considered getting his little brother in on the act as well.'

'You sick bastard!' More laughter.

'Anyway, I pulled my top down, but I left him my bra as a little memento. That and the possibility of somewhere else to explore with his mouth' the girl wiggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows.

'You left him your bra?'

'I didn't like it anyway; it dug into the skin below the armpits, besides the colour was ghastly and it matched fuck all. Not that some of us have that problem.' She looked pointedly at Leas almost flat chest.

Don't fucking start.

'If I was you, I'd see a doctor about getting implants.'

'GEORGE!' A passing boy stopped and looked over warily 'What do you think of Leas tits?'

'Ask me again in four years time, when she develops some.'

All the girls burst into laughter.

Thanks George, that's you off my Christmas card list. Not that you were on it anyway.

'At least the clothes she buys in the children's section are cheap.'

'Cut her hair and she can buy out of the boys section.'

More laughter, Lea turned and walked away with as much dignity as she could muster.

For the rest of the day, she put up with little breast related digs. Not helped by the fact that chicken breast was one of the options for dinner ('Hey Lea, that chicken had bigger tits than you') and one of the puddings was jelly with a dollop of cream topped with a cherry ('This has more wobble than you. Any more and it'll need a bra!'). A bad mood in the afternoon did not dispel by the time she got home. Rather than disperse, it had festered. Not helped by the sudden and inexplicable amount of mirrors that seemed to be mounted on every surface to which she turned her gaze, all managing to show her profile and highlighting her remarkably flat chest.

She sulked in her bedroom at home, but after spending fifteen minutes trying to avoid her reflection in her dressing table mirror, she gave up and went in search of her brother, who was being suspiciously quiet.

He was not in his room. No mirrors here, she noted, and trudged down the stairs.

Thomas was busy reading a magazine. She was halfway across the room before she realised it was one of hers.

'A good read is it?'

Thomas looked around quickly.

'Did you know that eighty percent of women are wearing the wrong sized bra?'

Lea stopped dead in her tracks, completely blindsided.

'Are you on drugs?'

'That's next week's issue.'

Struggling to keep up with the conversation, Lea kept thinking back to all the breast related comments she had suffered during the day. She had no desire to suffer them at home, the one and only place she felt secure. Especially comments from her brother.

'Don't tell me, you can help me measure up properly?' She tried to laden the retort with scorn, but she really wasn't in the mood. She didn't want to fight with her brother, that would spoil her nightly fantasies.

'Since you mention it, I'm more than willing to give you a hand. Or two... '

She watched his gaze drop to her nonexistent chest and linger there. Pissed off, she spoke without thinking. 'Who said I was wearing one?' His barbed reply struck a little too closely to her heart.

'That's a pleasant image, sadly dispelled by the fact that I can see the strap outlines of a rather industrial training bra. A bit of overkill for what you have, don't you think?'