A Woman's Work Is The Best Thing About Being A Women

I was 15, and my family took a holiday in the country. There was fishing for Dad and 4wheeling for my brothers. For Mom and me was cooking, laundry, bedmaking, picking up, spoiling the men. I loved being close with my mom, learning how to take care of men and keeping a home nice and tidy.

That holiday is the holiday I confronted my sex. Girl, woman, female, and other words. Too young to be a girl, not old enough to be a woman. None of the fun of a girl, all the responsibilities of a woman. I had blossomed over the last few years, my hips were a woman's, I had real tits, and a belly that proved one day I would have children. Also, the period thing, the woman smell, bad breath, pimples.

I sat on the toilet that morning contemplating my navel, and my woman under my naval. All bush, up to my naval. I was going to have to do some serious shaving during bikini season.

My older brother's friend showed up, now he and my brother were together, that left my little brother for me to entertain and make a man out of him. I thought he would want to know about masturbation, like my older brother. I took his dick and pulled on it, that didn't work so I put his dick in my mouth. He got hard and between my mouth and my hand he had an ejaculation. I cleaned him up, smiled at him, and showed where he could stick his dick in.

It felt good for him, warm inside me, and it felt good to me. My little brother was a man now.