TV Remote

When I was 13 my brother m****ted me. It was a weekend and I was in the basement watching TV. My parents were in bed (it was pretty late). My brother, who was 16 at the time, had been drinking with friends. It was a hot summer night. I was wearing a light night shirt. My brother had on shorts. He came into the room to watch TV with me, but didn't like the show I was watching. He tried to grab the remote from me, but I wouldn't let him have it. So, he started tickle wrestling with me. Pretty quickly he was on top of me and my night shirt had slid up so my panties and stomach were exposed. He took his hands off my shoulders and put them on my breasts -- they weren't big but I had some decent bumps.

But then he slipped his hand under my night shirt and felt my tits. I remember his hands were warm. It was the first time anyone had touched my tits. The sensation was electrifying. I could smell beer on his breath. I tried to stop him, but only half-heartedly. He continued to fondle my breasts. By this time, I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach. I remember my heart started beating faster, as I wondered what was going on -- half curious, half afraid. But I didn't resist him.

He started to hump me, rubbing his crotch against mine. It felt good. He kept fondling my breasts until he was finished. He made a grunt and pushed himself against me hard and fast, and then stopped. He said he had to go and got up and staggered out of the room.

We never talked about it again. But this happened nearly 30 years ago and I still think about it and continue to have masturbation fantasies about what might have happened if he pulled down my panties and we went all the way.