My other half's breath was warm and sent tingles down my neck. Her plump, enchanting lips made contact with my skin. Her eyes closed in shame for the act we were committing, and their arms wrapped around my neck, entrusting her body to me, filled me with an excitement that no pornographic video or Hentai had ever made me feel in my past life.
Mei had been masturbating for three nights straight, disturbing my sleep and causing me to have erections that wouldn't stop and almost ejaculate without me having to do anything.
At first, I didn't understand. Why did she break her own rule? Despite bothering her about the topic, I always treated her with care and understanding—not because she was a girl or some nonsense like that.
It was because I understood from the very beginning that the abrupt change left her confused and scared. It took her years to truly accept herself. It took her years to wear skirts and women's underwear.
It took her years to refer to herself as "she." She was my other half, she was me. I could put myself in her shoes better than anyone.
During the second night of her constant masturbation, I understood what she was thinking. Mei was at a stage where she needed to accept herself as a woman. She needed to reconcile her mind with her body, but she couldn't do it alone.
Was I willing to be touched by a man? Hell no. Never. I'd rather die a virgin. That was Mei's thought, and I knew, because I´m her too.
But Mei had something that no other poor soul in the multiverse in her same situation had: She had me.
I noticed the revulsion Mei felt towards the stares of the boys at school, towards the gaze of men on the street. She hated it, more than any other crazy feminist.
But my gaze didn't repel her. She was never disgusted by me seeing her, nor by us bathing together. She only stopped doing the latter out of embarrassment, not rejection.
Still, I didn't do anything on the second night. I had to think things through and reach the same conclusion my other half reached, but didn't communicate.
Is this unwillingness to speak her mind and send signals to me an effect of becoming a woman? Or is she so terrified to admit that her female impulses demand she accept herself, and she can't express it—not even to me, who is her?
In any case, I made my decision today the moment she reached climax and sent that wave of sensations through our bond.
Mei is a woman—a man in mind, my own mind—but a body that demands things which go against her nature. Mei will never give her body to another man.
But I am not "another man." I am her, and she is me.
-I will take responsibility- I declared to my other half. There was no doubt in me, not anymore. My other half needs help before this identity problem messes with her mind. And I am the solution.
I lifted her thigh and removed my shorts, as well as the underwear that was trying to contain my erect member. Pre-seminal liquid stained my clothes, but I didn't care.
I carefully moved my piece of meat, intentionally rubbing against the forbidden zone of my other half, causing a shudder to run through her. Finally, our pubic areas met, my penis in contact with Mei's gates.
There was no penetration. That wasn't what Mei wanted now, she wasn't ready for that.
I carefully lowered her leg, her thighs pressing against me and filling me with stimuli, while Mei's only amplifies the effect.
And I started to move. Slow at first, movements back and forth, the friction of our flesh increasing our pleasure. We were doing something wrong, something bad, but that only stimulated us even more.
This was the apple of Eden, and we were touching it in defiance of a higher being.
My hips moved faster as Mei's juices spilled out, lubricating my glans and facilitating my action. Small moans occasionally escaped her, her arms tightened around me more strongly, her eyes closed without daring to look at me.
-T-this isn't right, Tetsu- Ah♥♥!- Tetsumaru, this isn't right- she even whimpered through our bond.
I increased my pace, a wet sound resonating in the room and my pubic area impacting her clitoris, making her gasp, open her eyes and arch her back.
A spurt of liquid bathed my penis and her own orgasm made me ejaculate, staining the floor and her thighs. Mei trembled, my legs almost giving way from the pleasure.
This was the wildest ejaculation I had ever had in my life. The sensation of reaching climax multiplied by two. And we wanted more.
I grabbed Mei by the waist and threw her onto her bed, surprising her with the abruptness of the movement. A flash of fear crossed her eyes, but upon meeting mine, she returned to calmness, excitement and acceptance.
We didn't need words to communicate. She wasn't ready to become a real woman and I wasn't going to force her. But we were still going to use each other to satisfy these teenage impulses.
I lay down next to Mei, my hand firm on her waist and my other arm as a pillow for my other half. Her back and my abdomen met, my still erect penis sliding between her buttocks and finding its way along the path of her opening.
And I began to rub again, semen and vaginal fluids used as lubricants for our enjoyment. Mei's back arched again, my chin pressing her head and one of her hands grabbing my hair, as if she were trying to bring us closer.
My free hand moved to squeeze her growing breasts, my fingers finding her cute and pink nipples, twisting them as I know she likes.
An overwhelming need to penetrate her and make her mine almost made me impale my penis without warning. Almost.
For the sake of my other half, I wouldn't do something like that without her consent. She might like it, but I'm not willing to if she doesn't have the resolve.
As we were about to reach climax, I took her cheek and moved her head towards mine, our lips connecting and our tongues twisting. I thrust my tongue into her throat, and she accepted me with eyes clouded by pleasure.
And so we received our second orgasm of the night. Our tongues in each other's mouths, my hand stretching and twisting her nipple, and my penis leaving a trail of semen on her sheets and her entrance.
We separated a bit, both panting for air, sweat soaking our bodies. Neither of us moved.
Mei kept my penis pressed against her entrance, her body almost joined to mine, and our mouths a centimeter apart.
There were no words. Our glances said it all.
This was only the beginning of something that was definitely wrong, but neither of us cared.
We sealed our mutual masturbation session with another long kiss and fell asleep, naked, the warmth of the other and their presence calming our agitated heart.
Antes de perdernos en la inconsciencia, ambos pensamos lo mismo:
-What the fuck did we just do!?
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I feel like it sounds strange because of the number of times you have to repeat the pronouns, but hey, languages~