My sis's First Bra

When I was growing up, I was very close to my mother and my s*s.  My Dad had skipped out on us when I was two.  I really don't remember him at all, and to this day i don't ever want to see him again.  It was only natural thatI did "girly" things instead of playing ball with the boys.  I didn't have an interest in the things "normal" boys did.  I played with dolls, I sang songs and skipped rope, mom let  me wear an apron when i helped in the kitchen, and in fact, i squatted to pee on the toilette just like a girl.  I really didn't want any "guy" friends as I felt comfortable the way things were.  Well without saying, I was a target for all the boys in the neighborhood.  I was a small, skinny boy and mom dressed me cute boy shorts and a matching shirt.  The boys called me names like, "sissy" and "panty waist".  I would just smile and go along on my way.  But strangely it didn't bother me.  I had a happy life in my innocence, but things were about to change in a big way.  When I was eleven and my s*s Jennifer was twelve, mom decided it was time for her first bra.  It was all the talk at the dinner table that night. I just sat there eating and not really paying attention.  As I started listening to their conversation, I found myself getting inexplicably jealous.  Now I knew I was not suppose to get a bra, but it was some- thing that mom and Jennifer were going to do without me.  You see I was not invited to go, it was girls only.  So the next day, mom and Jennifer left to go shopping leaving me home alone.  I went into the living room and just sat there on the sofa and"pouted".  It seemed like an eternity had passed when I heard a car door slam.  The next thing that happened was unexpected.  Jennifer ran into the room and in her excitement pulled up her blouse exposing her new bra.  She exclaimed, "isn't it just wonderful, I love it". Now I had seen bras before.  My mom would leave hers in the bathroom all the time and I never took real notice.  Also, in situations where I was upset like, I usually cried about it.  But this was different.  I just stared transfixed on the bra. In an instant I could see the satiny fabric and the cute little mounds it made on her chest.  After a long second, I managed to say,"It looks good".  Then I smiled and retreated to my room.  As I lay on my bed, my thoughts were on nothing but the bra.  It had cast a magic spell on me, and I was now under its power.  I began plotting how I was going to get into Jennifer's room to touch the object of my desire.  Finally, two days later, I got my chance.  Mom was  driving Jennifer and her friend Amy to the pool to swim.  Jennifer was wearing her swim suit when she left.  That meant the bra was in her room.  As mom's car back out of the drive way, I rushed into quickly Jennifer's room looking for my prize.  Then I saw it.  There it lay in all its alluring beauty on Jennifer's bed.  My hand nervously scooped it up and I instantly brought it to my face to feel its luxury.  As I stood there holding my s*s bra an indescribable thrill came over my body.  That day I vowed to myself that I would have a bra of my on.  But the strangest thing of all was my little boy cock was as hard [image[/image]as a rock.