Free Butterfly by Sylvester Stephens

sister.
    â€œCan I have a hug?” Brittany said as she jumped out of Dr. Forrester’s arms and ran to me.
    â€œOf course you can!” I picked her up and spun her around.
    â€œMommy said we’re going to the mall today!”
    â€œYes we are!” I walked over to the breakfast table and extended my arms across the buffet of food. “Breakfast, anyone?”
    â€œHomemade biscuits?” Dr. Forrester shouted. “I thought you didn’t know how to make homemade biscuits, baby.”
    â€œI don’t,” Ms. Alicia rolled her eyes at me sarcastically, “Ms. Thang over there made them.”
    Dr. Forrester took a big bite out of one of my biscuits. “These are delicious. Melts in your mouth.”
    â€œOkay! That’s enough! If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you were trying to show me up, girl.”
    â€œNo! Uh-uhn! I’m not trying to show you up, Ms. Alicia!” I laughed.
    â€œWell, just for that, you have cooking duties every morning until you start school. We’ll see who’s going to get the last laugh!”
    Ms. Alicia threw a napkin at me and we both laughed. I never knew life could be so enjoyable. People always try to explain what a family is, or is not. I do not care if it is biological or not. A family is being around people who love and care for you.
    After we ate breakfast, Ms. Alicia asked me to help out with Brittany. It really made me feel like I was one of the family.
    â€œOkay, Rachel Ray, take your little sister upstairs and help her run her bath water.”
    â€œOkay.” I grabbed Brittany’s hand.
    â€œOh, I’m sorry. I got caught up in the family moment thing, Shante. Take Brittany upstairs and help her with her bath.”
    â€œThat’s okay,” I said. “We already call each other sisters, anyway. We got this under control. But, um, like you told me, Ms. Alicia, when you learn how to control your mouth, you’ll stop having to say ‘I’m sorry’ so much.”
    â€œNo that heffa didn’t!” Ms. Alicia laughed and chased after me.
    â€œCome on, let’s go, Brittany!”
    I ran Brittany’s bath water and played with her while she took her bath. After she was finished, I took a shower. I was not used to having my own bedroom and my own privacy. It was wonderful. I cut on the shower to let the water heat up. I liked taking very warm showers. Baths, on the other hand... I loved hot! Steaming hot!
    I took off my clothes and I stared at myself in the mirror. My breasts were the size of a full-grown woman. I touched my left breast and then my nipple became hard. I was excited. I do not know if it was the privacy of having my own room turning me on, or the curiosity of my own body, but I was hot and horny.
    I never cared too much for touching myself. It never really turned me on. Now when dudes touched me, it made me hot as hell. I never let them touch between my legs, though; that was my forbidden fruit.
    I sat on the toilet and opened my legs. I could see myself in the full-length mirror that was directly across from me. When I’d first moved in with the Forresters, I’d asked myself why that mirror was there. Come on now, who wanted to see themselves crapping? But seeing myself naked gave me an entirely different perspective of that mirror.
    I looked in the mirror and then I opened my legs. I used my finger next to my thumb and I began to touch myself. I touched my clitoris and it felt so good my legs began to tremble. I opened my legs wider and touched myself faster. I had one hand on my breast and one hand between my thighs. I felt the sensations getting stronger and stronger. I leaned my head back and I closed my eyes. I was about to have an orgasm, so I wiggled my finger really fast. I felt like I was about to explode. You know, like a bottle when you shake it up really hard. Just when I was right there, my worst nightmare happened.
    â€œGirl,