When he turned 14, I found evidence of Martin, my little brother's sperm, all over my bedroom, always dried but obviously sperm. One day I went to my bedroom at an odd hour and found him there, cock in hand, madly wanking. He did not stop when he saw me but quickly came, fortunately, into a paper tissue. I had purchased a box of tissues for my bedroom, as long as he was going to do his thing there.

We talked and I asked him why he was doing this in my bedroom all the time and he said, "I can't stop thinking about your ass, legs, and what I imagine is your pussy." Something got hold of me and I pulled my jeans down and spread my legs for him to have a good look. He pulled out his cock again, which was more impressive than I imagined, which, until that moment I had not. Minutes before I saw him coming into the tissue and there he was big and hard again. I had just ended my monthly so I knew I would be safe so I told him to go ahead and enjoy a fuck.

That was not a great idea because after that, all he wanted was having sex with me and it lasted half a year. I strongly suspect our parents knew, although they never brought it up. Little Martin proved to be a natural master with his tongue and his recovery from coming was only ten minutes so for the months before he went back to boarding school, he must have licked me and fucked me hundreds of times. Fortunately, I supplied him with my boy friends's condoms which puzzled him about being missing). My b/f never had a clue that his girl friend was being fucked silly, a number of times daily by her big-cocked, little teenage brother.

I let little Martin have it all, even the ass he dreamed about. I imagine when he is fully grown, he'll thank me for my generosity.