I had always fancied my brother Densen. I never had any idea why… I just did. I liked him I think before I even liked boys in fact. Just something about him, his aura made me just feel all good inside. His presence is not the only good thing about him. He had a muscular build, due to the weight lifting he did on a regular basis. He was not a sporty type, he did not engage in football and the sort. Being so muscular he often looked out for me at school, which was a good help if I was being picked on. Few people at our school in their right minds would try and take him on, knowing that they would probably have their arse kicked, literally. He also had the features that would make most girls desire him. Model looks you could say I guess. He had dirty blonde hair from our mother, and blue eyes from our father (who sadly recently passed away). He was not exactly tall being only 5ft 10 but that did not bother him.
I however looked slightly different, a bit opposite. I got my brown hair from my father and green eyes from my mother. I liked my eyes I felt they had somewhat of a piercing, captivating ability. I was quite pretty, though not supermodel status, well nearly. You see I was a late developer, I was quite flat chested, my breasts did not really develop much, that was until I was 16. After that they started growing quite fast for no reason. They kept growing until I was 17. By that time they had grown to 36dd cup. They did not seem to sag too much, and I was very proud of my new assets and I ranked them along with my eyes as my good features. Many people were surprised I had such large beasts despite my light build. I had nice long legs, that gave me a height of 5ft 8 and a pussy which I shaved bare. Lastly, I had, in my opinion a rather nice round tight arse which showed off nicely when wearing jeans.
Well, with that out the way, I guess it be an idea to tell you the story that changed my life forever. A revelation came that would, make my dream come true.
It all began one the last day of college. The exams were gone, I never had to sit through another history lesson listens to Mr Hendon's droning voice, talking about Mussolini ever again, and I could forget about the meaning of poets ideas in poetry, while Mrs Jonall tried to make it sound exciting. I was on a high, a long hot summer stretched out ahead of us, me and my friends. Well hot is not exactly true, this was English weather I am talking about. But who cares? COLLEGE IS OUT!
" I can't believe its finally over!" I laughed at my friends.
" I know Rose!" My best friend Debbie replied. " A whole summer ahead of fun!"
"And were finally free from that dungeon!" My other friend Gene said. Debbie, Gene, June our other friend, and myself all laughed at that.
"You are all still up for the sleepover at my house tonight?" June asked.
