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I still look at that photo sometimes, although maybe I shouldn't. My brother Harry and I at the beach together, wrapped in the same towel, smiling happily, his arm around my shoulder. That was the year it all started, 2013.
Harry is six years older than me, so at the time I was eleven and he would have been seventeen. And I just thought he was the best thing ever. He was tall and strong with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and curly blonde hair that made him look a bit like the Disney Hercules. Not only that, he was just a lovely human. He had a beautiful smile, and was genuinely such a kind person, absolutely that type of guy who would help an old lady onto the bus, or shovel snow from a neighbor's walkway if he saw they needed a hand. He never took advantage of his good looks to treat people badly, and was always so hurt when someone assumed that he might. Hercules was totally the right comparison, because he was my hero.
If it sounds like I had a crush on him, you're right. But in fairness, a lot of girls did. At least, all of my friends. Our school, St. Paul's, was a Catholic school that ran grades 7 to 12. Harry was going into his senior year and I was just starting, so for one amazing year we'd be at the same school! But my friends had of course seen him at my house from time to time at sleepovers or parties, and more recently when he would drive my parents' car to pick me up from various places. Yeah, he could drive as well! So maybe I kind of inherited that crush from my friends, who were always swooning over how gorgeous and tall and strong he was, and how they wished they had a brother like him.
But whatever my crush on him was like, it was just admiration and adoration, not anything physical. Harry was the most charming, kind and beautiful man I knew, he just happened to be my older brother as well.
Harry was on the varsity swim team, which was a big reason for his heroic physique. As soon as swim meets started that school year, mom and dad dragged me off to watch him race. They'd always done this, and he had always come to watch my gymnastics performances even when I was just starting and all I could really do was jump around. All the family always supported any sporting event. That first meet when he was in grade 12, I brought my best friends Kody and Melissa (Kody is also a girl by the way). All three of us had grown up doing gymnastics together, and now that we were in middle school, all of us had talked about joining the cheer squad. Even though she was only 11, Melissa had a boyfriend at the time - I forget his name. But we didn't really talk about boys and stuff much back then. That was all about to change.
The swim meet started with the women's events. I guess I was bored, so I found myself looking the swimmers on the girls team. One girl was tall and blonde, and had a very high waisted swimsuit with a sort of v shape at the front. Straight away, I thought that as a seventeen year old, she must have to shave down there just to prevent hairs from sticking out. Then I blushed at the thought. I didn't have much more than a few wisps of hair myself, which annoyed me because it was growing in an uncomfortable and, I thought, unattractive way. I knew some of the girls in my grade already had more of a full bush that would definitely require maintenance to avoid embarrassment in that type of swimsuit.
Anyway, as I looked around the pool at the swim teams, I saw so many firm butts and shapely breasts. And this was just the women's team. I had a momentary pang of jealousy that Harry had his pick of all these beautiful girls. But he was such a darling, he would never let himself be loved by someone he couldn't love back. He would never sully himself with a pointless sexual encounter, I just knew it. But it was an odd thought, and a new one to me.
Once the men's team came out, I was definitely feeling a bit strange. Some of those boys were just gorgeous, broad shoulders and strong legs. When I saw Harry come out for his first event, I honestly thought he looked like a god. His Speedo sat low on his hips and his stomach was perfectly flat and tightly muscled. His arms looked strong but not huge, but his chest was pretty huge. He grinned up at us and waved.
"Oh my God your brother is soooo hot," whispered Kody, as if reading my mind. My eyes widened for a moment and I blushed.
"Totally," said Melissa. "All the swim boys are hot, but he's the king of them all."
I didn't answer, because I was preoccupied with whatever weird feeling was happening in my mind, and reaching out tingly little tendrils into my body. The fact that it was my brother who was the focus of my attention didn't matter as much in that moment, I was more preoccupied with the feelings themselves. It felt a bit like butterflies in my stomach, but descending down further into my panties as well. I was suddenly very aware that I was in fact wearing panties. Panties that covered me... My girl parts. My tingling girl parts. The rest of the events passed by in a blur, but I remember being worried whenever I stood up to cheer that somehow everyone in the pool would be able to see that my crotch was wet, so I stood in a weird slightly crouched way. But nobody noticed or commented on my strange attitude.