Of course, most of the women weren't really women yet, just barely older than I was, but Mom sometimes forgot I was around. He thought I had another boyfriend on the side, so now he doesn't have a girlfriend." It took me a few seconds to decipher that one. All that started to change just after I turned thirteen, as my growth spurt finally arrived. I got you something you've wanted for years," she added cryptically.
She wouldn't be competing in any swimsuit competitions anymore, but as the first adult woman I ever saw naked, her plump, rounded curves and big tits made a lasting impression. For the next three years, I was a clothing manufacturers dream, growing out of pants every three or four months.
Yes, I'm talking about my aunt Siobhan, which is pronounced 'Shavon' for most people, despite the distinct lack of a 'V' anywhere in the name. Vonnie became my tutor again, coaching me through my earliest relationships with girls. almost as soft as a Mom hug, and a whole lot more fun. I plucked at the ribbon, which gave way, and allowed me to tear the paper open. I popped the tape at each side, and lifted the lid. I had an interest in vintage warbirds, and this book catalogued the various models of the iconic British fighter, the Spitfire.
I called her Vonnie, and as I said earlier, she spent a lot of time at our house. Little more than crushes, really, but she helped me understand the female point of view, especially when the point of view excluded me. "Just one girl tonight, the girlfriend of one of my buddies, and she's not that hot," I explained. She had developed the same big, voluptuous chest as her sisters... Actually all my sisters were pretty similar, as well.
It might have been overheard gossip, or maybe she just figured I was the right age, and made the logical assumption. "Goodbye." Just before the line went dead, I thought I heard a voice ask "who was tha..." It wasn't a girl's voice.
I mean, we may all have been named like we were still in the 19th century, but we were a thoroughly modern family, and knew what was what. if it had been my sisters doing it, I would have been mortified, but she made it a fun tease. " "Um, sure," I replied, "I guess I don't really have much to say anyway.
I'm lucky that even my parents didn't call me that tongue twisting moniker... It got a little more confusing around our house than mere numbers. She's either psychic or she heard me, and knew I'd found the special gift. They weren't just panties ; they were sexy panties, black, lacey, and quite brief.
By the time I came along, about five years, two single and one pair of twin girls later, my Aunt Siobhan was at our house so much, I really thought she was my sister. " I laughed along with her, feeling close despite the distance between us. "I should go, honey, but I'll see you Saturday at your party," she said softly. Only two blocks away, and closer in age to my family than her own, she was like my sixth sister, and had a different attitude than my real sisters. my uncle Cillian, was seventeen years older than her. She was like a mother, my own age, or at least a lot closer to it, and she was much easier to talk to. "Any hotties after your body now that you're legal? This house would be filled with big, soft breasts this weekend, and I'd probably get hugs from all of them. "I just thought this gift would be better without the crowd," she continued. Her closest sister was twelve years older, so she was every bit as much an afterthought as I was, as low boys and girls on our respective totem poles. I waited for her to call back, but I fell asleep before she did. I even returned the favour when her most serious relationship imploded, holding her while she cried, then telling her how beautiful she was, and what an idiot he was. "Just a few of my classmates taking me out for a burger and some fun. "Actually," she laughed, "I don't think either of us wants to open this in front of anyone else." "Huh? Whatever the reason, I grew up in a house full of women, the only testosterone in a sea of estrogen. Being the youngest, and only boy, I was doted on by my all my sisters, my aunt, and my Mom. "I guess that makes you my only boyfriend," she laughed. " "All the women I know are older women," I smiled, in a moment of sudden adolescent maturity. Fiona got married and moved out before I turned fourteen. There was very little sibling rivalry that I recall... As my sisters grew up, there was some friction within the female members of our family, but I was blissfully uninvolved. The twins were both gone by the time I turned seventeen, and my youngest older sister, Gael married shortly after that, leaving only Shelagh and myself at home with Mom. My father hadn't been overly tall, or at least, not that I recall. When everyone is that much taller than you are, you only notice their height compared to each other. Soon, Fiona, my eldest sister, started to take on some of the same attributes, and that's when doors started getting closed around the house. It was nice while it lasted, even if I didn't really know what I was seeing. I went from just under five feet, and about 100 pounds, to just over six feet, and nearly 180. She had her life, of course, and several boyfriends, but I remained her one, constant, special friend. " I gasped, then wondered, "Why wouldn't I open this in front of anyone? I think that's about the time Vonnie and I grew closer. Our conversations, almost every night, were those of best friends, not nephew and aunt. You've got a birthday kiss, and a big hug coming." Mmmmm, a Vonnie hug... I could learn to lock the damn bathroom door properly, however. *** I'm not really sure how Vonnie found out about my private bathroom activities. I'm Canadian, and so are my sisters, and my parents, but that didn't stop my parents from naming us all in the Celtic tradition. My mother is the oldest of my grandparent's children, and she met Dad, married, and had my eldest sister just after turning eighteen. "I remember someone saying they wanted something to sniff while playing with their stuff," she giggled.