My name is Jessie, and I'm transsexual. Not the kind you see on Jerry Springer. I'm just a relatively normal, average, nerdy person who just so happened to have been born into the wrong body. This is a story of what happened between myself and my sister. I hope you enjoy it.
~~Jessie <3
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Jenny and I are together for perhaps the last time today. She's here in New York to visit me one final time before my upcoming flight to Europe to be with my boyfriend, Fionn, who I intend to marry. After an enjoyable but otherwise unremarkable evening together in the city, we retire back to my apartment in Brooklyn.
I offer her the choice to sleep on the futon in the living room, but she says "How about right here, like when we were kids?"
I blush a bit and say "Sure."
She jokes, "After all, it's just us girls."
That makes me blush more.
She snuggles up to me, slipping out of most of her clothes. I blush and ask "W-what are you doing?" and she grins.
"I visited the beach at Coney Island early this afternoon. I've got a swimsuit on underneath."
I answer "Oh," trying hard not to sound concerned, but swimsuits are one of my biggest turn-ons-- and it's largely because of her. I smile through my growing blush. "Wow, you've really got a great figure. I'm impressed."
She finally returns my blush. "You've changed quite a bit yourself. You look a lot like mom."
I grin. "Hey! I do -not- look 50."
She laughs. "No, not that, silly."
I, trying to be polite, turn to the corner and sigh. "Night, Jenny."
She, unexpectedly, spoons up behind me and gives me a hug. "Aww, don't you wanna chat? This may be our last chance before you go to Europe." I blush, resisting the urge to wriggle back closer against her warm, soft, swimsuit-clad body. I turn about, facing her, nosetip almost touching nosetip.
"Sure, I'd love to." I return her gentle cuddle, resting a hand chastely on her hip.
"You feel nice," she muses, petting my side absently.
"You do too," I return, smiling. "I've always thought you're so pretty."
She blushes deeper. "Awwww! How sweet." She returns the compliment. "I always thought you were very handsome." She thinks for a moment. "Well... 'pretty', now."
I blush, and admit, "Yeah, I wished there were more girls like you."
She nods. "I wished there were more guys like you. Then you told me you were Jessie instead of James. She suddenly giggles. "Okay, I get it now. Jesse James."
I grin. "Took you long enough."
Then I pause for a moment, becoming suddenly solemn. I realise that, despite myself, I'm growing uncomfortable stiff, and since I'm tucked neatly into my panties, it's becoming painful. I wriggle my hips a little, trying to ease the pain a bit by changing my position. "Yeah.. I guess that did kind of come out of left field a little, didn't it? My change, I mean."
She shrugs. "Not really. I always knew you were different, I just didn't know how different." She rests her hand on my hip, making me blush. "You have really nice hips!"
I grin. "T-thanks."
She starts gently running her hand over my curved hip, tracing my contours. "A part of me wishes you weren't my brother. Well, sister," she muses, petting my side.
"W...why's that?," I ask.
"Because, to be honest, you're really cute, and after what Tommy did... (Tommy was her ex) I wish I knew someone more like you and less like him."
At this point, my blush becomes practically volcanic in its intensity. "I-...I don't know what to say. I kinda wish you weren't my sister either... you're just so beautiful."
She pouts cutely, and gasps "Awww......," then leans in and gives me a slightly un-sisterly kiss on the lips. "Now I'm REALLY sad you're my sibling."
I nuzzle her nose. "Well.... we're both siblings, but what can't two siblings do that any other couple of people can't do?" I carefully phrase this sentence so as to be sufficiently ambiguous to avoid reproach, just in case I'm misinterpreting her with my desire-clouded mind.
She licks her lips softly, thinking. "Well... you know."
I blink. "Nooo," I answer, feigning innocence. "I don't know. Got an example?"
She looks down. "Well, you know... be ... boyfriend and girlfriend.... or, whatever...."
I draw her closer, breathing in softly, considering my next words carefully. "Jenny.... we're both adults." I notice that her breathing is also a bit ragged, her face a bit flush.
"I know... we are." She nestles closer.... "Pretty Jessie."
I return her flush, gently stroking her sides and her lower back through the soft spandex of her one-piece suit.
"Can I tell you a secret?", she whispers.
"Yeah," I whisper back.
Her response makes me blush so heavily that I fear I'm going to faint. "I.... I... I always wanted you."
I softly stammer and murmur, unable for a moment to form words. "J-jenny," I whisper, taking care that each syllable doesn't sound reproachful, so she does not fear for what is going to come out of my mouth next... my voice is soft and strained. "I... always... wanted you too.... There. I said it." My blush does not fade one iota, as I look into her eyes and gently repeat, "I always wanted you...."
Jenny rests her hand down further on my hip, her fingertips almost touching my rear, clad in silk pyjamas. "What did you... what DO you want to do with me?"
I close my eyes for a moment, thinking how to word it. Opening them, I nuzzle noses softly with my sister, and whisper, "I've wanted to make love to you..." I pause. "I've wanted to slowly fill you, to hear you moan... to make you cry out in delight... to please you."
Her blush is almost palpable. "I...I want that..."
I move closer to her, my own hands slowly slipping lower, cupping her girlish rear, not quite as large as my own but perfectly round and soft, through her suit. "I've wanted you so bad..."
My sister nestles closer, her fingertips playing over the tops of my silky panties, just under the waistband of the pyjama bottoms. "Undress me," she asks softly, in a whisper.
"Yes," I answer, thinking of how long I've longed for this moment. "Lie on your back," I whisper, and she complies, lying down on the soft futon. I gingerly stretch the shoulder straps of the maillot, helping her wriggle her arms out through the holes. Then I slowly begin to tug the suit down and off her pretty little body, licking my lips softly as I gaze down at her, whispering, almost worshipfully, "Jenny...."
She gazes up at me, smiling, then grinning. "Jessie...." Her grin softens back into a soft, gentle smile. "Jessie," she repeats, trying out the sound of the word.
"Ohh, Jenny," I gasp, as I catch a glimpse of her soft, round breasts for the first time. They are larger than mine proportionally, yet still of moderate size; round and soft and perfect, standing out well-formed from her trim chest. "Oh, Jenny," I whisper, as I draw the suit further down, watching inch after inch of soft, milky flesh being exposed as I reveal my beautiful little naked sister.
Finally, I slip the suit down below her loins. She is utterly bare, hairless as a baby down there, the soft folds of her womanly cleft peeking out pinkly between soft, trim thighs. "Oh my god, Jenny," I whisper under my breath.
"I epilate.... so I can go swimming without embarrassment," she notes, and I nod.