My StoryOf my Granny's first seven grandchildren, I was the only boy.
And we were and are a clannish family. Not like when Granny was alive, but still.
In my growing up days, it was me, six girls and two boys younger than me.
Granny raised me mostly and all six of the girls came around a lot to play. Or I'd go to their house.
Therein lies the beginnings of my tendency to feel a bit female.
My aunt Wanda was battered somewhat and she would cry in front of me sometimes.
Wanda was also the first woman I saw naked.
My cousin Gina was the first girl I saw naked. We were playing in the creek when I started rubbing her tiny nipples which were poky from the cold water.
After we got on the bank, we each got our first kiss and I got to put my hands inside her shirt.
The next day, the whole gang was there and we played hide and seek.
Gina hid with me in one of the primo spots and we started kissing again with me rubbing her nipples.
Later in the day, our cousin Sabrina caught us kissing. After threatening to tell, Sabrina agreed to just join in.
Sabrina was older than me and had some real pretty - and tasty - breasts.
From then on, it was us three against the world.
To this day, I call them both my sisters instead of cousins.
And no, none of us lost our virginity together.
Throughout my life, I've been surrounded by girls. I've been accused by men of being gay. But I'm anything but.
I probably get more ***** than three of them.