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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Female / 35
My Brother's Wife
When I was 7 years old my 17 year old brother snuck into my bedroom.
Our parents had their bedroom at one end of the house on the first floor. Our bedrooms were on the second floor at the other end of the house. We probably could explode a bomb in my room without our parents hearing it. The guest room was on the second floor above my parent's bedroom. There was a huge empty space my Dad called a mezzanine above the living room and that space separated the two ends of the house. So we could make all the noise we wanted. They never complained about the TV or music being loud and because my brother's bedroom had a sort of little balcony that was above the garage and because there was a built in ladder that ran from that balcony down to the driveway he could sneak in and out as much as he wanted and he often did to hang out with his friends at night.
So it wasn't the first time he was in my bedroom. My brother was my favorite person in the world and he gave me a huge amount of attention and often came into my room to hang out. We watched TV and listened to music together. When I was sick he'd take care of me. We were very very close. It would not be an exaggeration to say I worshipped him and adored him. In part that was because he was always so nice and loving and affectionate with me. In part it was due to his being an all around good guy. In part it it was because he was drop dead gorgeous. It would not be an exaggeration to say he looked a bit like Tayler Hanson only cuter and with longer hair. I often fantasized about us getting married. My fantasy went as far as imaging us having kids together. At 7 I didn't think about the ramifications of a brother and sister getting married and having children together. I wasn't even aware it was looked down upon. I had joked about marrying my brother in front of my parents who ignored it and I half joked about it with my brother who never told me that we couldn't. He just smiled and hugged me.
I should also say that since we had a Jack and Jill bathroom we saw a lot of each other if you know what I mean. I remember when his penis was smaller and had less hair. Now it's huge with a huge blond bush. I saw it hard once and soft often. He'd just stumble into the bathroom to piss in the morning and I made sure I was there to watch. After a few times he didn't bother to cover himself when he used the toilet. If my door to the bathroom was open he didn't bother closing it. He'd just whip it out and start pissing or he'd just take a seat and do his business. Same when he showering. I often stood there and watched him strip naked. He'd look at me and smile then climb into the shower leaving the shower curtain open just enough so I could watch him wash himself. I did exactly the same thing. I NEVER closed the his door when I was using the bathroom. I'd take a seat on the toilet and often kept my legs spread and never made an effort to cover myself in front of him. When I was younger he often gave me baths and washed me everywhere including rubbing soap into my vagina and but crack. I think I was probably around 3 and he was probably around 13 the first time he gave me a bath. I remember him asking if it would be OK to wash me between the legs. He always asked. I always said yes. It always felt really really good. He was gentle. He didn't scrub me down there but instead softly caressed the soap into my skin. Occasionally he tickled my vagina with his soapy hands which would make me squeal and giggle but also feel very tingly down there. I knew that if I begged him not to tickle my vagina he would become determined to do exactly that and that was why I always told him not to. I wished he would never stop tickling me down there it felt so good.
So pretty much as long as I can remember he has always touched me in an extremely intimate way and I always liked it.
But this was the first time he snuck into my room with the lights out while I was asleep. This was the first time he didn't ask permission. I woke up suddenly to an intense shock of pleasure between my legs. He was tickling me as usual. I couldn't believe what a wonderful surprise to wake up to. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I think I yelled at him to keep doing it. Some how the surprise of it made it feel even better. He had always in the past asked for permission as I said but this time by sneaking in and doing it without my permission made it naughtier. I always knew what we did together was naughty. I never had to be told to keep this a secret between us. The way our parents reacted when he merely kissed me on the cheek slightly too close to my lips would make them freak.
He continued to tickle my thighs and vagina softly and playfully all the way around occasionally flicking a finger across my clit which would send an additional shock of pleasure each time. Then he did something different that he'd never done before. He leaned down and kissed my vagina. It surprised me that he would do such a thing. I considered it dirty and all the naughtier but it felt good so I was not going to tell him to stop. He caressed me there with his lips for several minutes then gave me a strange look like he was trying to decide something and all of sudden he stuck his tongue out and began licking.
Instantly I wrapped my legs around his head and began humping his mouth. I'd seen our black lab hump pretty much everything and everyone and even saw him fucking another dock once so I understood what fucking was and that people do that and that our parents did that to make us. But I never fully grasped the the significance of it, why people wanted to do it until that moment when the intensity of the pleasure caused by my brother's tongue was overwhelming. He licked for everything he was worth and I found myself involuntarily begging him to never stop and telling him how good it felt over and over. He had an amazing amount of stamina because he went on for what seemed like an hour while simultaneously massaging my ass cheeks. Then I exploded in unimaginable pleasure as wave after wave hit me. I would describe it as feeling as good as being tortured felt bad. That was my very first orgasm ever and I hadn't even been aware that orgasms existed.
After I recovered my brother and I talked about it and he explained that he had read somewhere that girls my age (7) could sometimes be induced into experiencing one. He had already made up his mind before he came into my room that he was going to attempt to lick me to an orgasm. I am so glad he did. He introduced me to an entire universe of existing. I know a lot of people would argue that he is not a good person. I beg to differ. A bad person would have exploited the situation and would have told me that he would only lick me to an orgasm again if I either sucked his dick or let him fuck me. He never did that or anything like it. I never had to beg him or even ask him to lick me. "would you like me to kiss you good-night?" became the code phrase for "would you like me to eat you to orgasm?" He never had to ask. From then on he often just snuck into my room late at night. Sometimes he would surprise me with it. Other times he would say it at the dinner table and our parents would give him a strange look. I always said yes or nodded my head or just looked at him and smiled.
Once our parents went on a two week trip together in the summer and we decided to spend the whole time naked roaming the house like newlyweds. We skinny dipped in the pool, played tickle games on our parent's huge king size bed while watching porn on their big TV and my brother found sex toys that vibrated in Mom's closet and used them on me which made me cum even harder.
Then the sad day came a year later when my brother graduated from high school and went off to art school in Rhode Island. For the next four years I only saw him during spring break (we lived in Florida at the time) and holidays and the first two summers.
The spring that I was ten I discovered blow jobs. Now the internet did exist but it was in it's infancy and internet porn was not something I was really aware of. We didn't even have a computer or a cell phone. I had snuck into my parent's bedroom for a sex toy to borrow and discovered some porn. My brother had showed me porn before but that was mostly fucking and pussy eating. Yes I'd seen porn with a girl giving a guy a blow job but I didn't really pay much attention to it at the time. But this time one of the videos was all blow jobs. In fact at the beginning there was about five minutes of instruction on how to suck cock. I paid very close attention and decided I wanted to suck my brother's cock. I had been feeling sexually aroused since the age of nine but didn't share that tidbit with anyone. I later found out that girls can sometimes enter puberty early if they are frequently sexually stimulated. I certainly was. Every day I didn't get my pussy licked I masturbated. In fact that was the whole point of sneaking into my parent's bedroom that day. I was searching for something to enhance my daily orgasm. I knew girls eventually got pubic hair. I didn't know that nine years old was considered very young to get one's first pubic hair. I discovered one and instantly knew what it was. In a way I was excited at the idea. I thought about plucking it but decided to surprise my brother and hoped to have a few more by the time he came home that summer. A few weeks later I found my nipples began to ache a bit and were very sensitive and a bit puffy. I was slender so I always had flat nipples. I had read up on puberty and concluded I must be starting it. I just didn't know I was too young still.
By the time my brother came home for the summer I had a dozen short fine pubic hairs above my slit and proudly showed them off to him. When I did he immediately wanted to see my nipples and then softly licked and sucked both. Each time he did I had a shock of pleasant tingling in each one that I never felt before. So my plan was to surprise him with a blow job. That night I snuck into his room. I had actually started doing that the first time he came back from college. I climbed onto his face and humped his tongue until I came that time. This time I had a different agenda. He was pretending to be asleep as he always did and I pretended not to know he was pretending. I pealed back the sheets which he wasn't expecting and exposed his uncovered and throbbing erect cock and his huge hairy balls. I leaned in and inhaled the musky smell and felt all tingly. "May I suck your cock?" I asked him. He looked into my eyes and told me I didn't have to. I told him that I was going insane with horniness and if he didn't let me suck him and if he didn't promise to cum in my mouth and let me drink it I was going down stairs into the kitchen to get a zucchini and I was going to choke myself to death on it while masturbating. So he let me and I touched his cock for the very first time ever. I had been practicing with cucumbers, dildos and a a very realistic silicone penis I "borrowed" from Mom. So by the time he got home I had no gag reflex left and could take something bigger than his cock all the way down my throat and hum while doing it. He must have been saving up all year because it only took about four or five strokes for him to flood my mouth with a huge load of sperm. I was disappointed because I wanted to enjoy sucking him for hours. I swallowed his cum and found I liked the taste and kept his cock in my mouth intending not to spit it out until he got soft. He never got soft and after a rest began fucking my mouth. He did that for nearly 45 minutes before he came again. By then he had licked me to two orgasms where I peed into his mouth after the second one and he just drank it and licked me clean. I drank the second load of sperm and decided this time to do the same and not release his cock until I found out what his piss tasted like. He began squirming after a while and told me he was going to piss soon and I just gripped his ass and held on with his cock all the way in my mouth. I tickled the top of the crack of his ass which relaxed his bladder and he pissed down my throat. Ever been waterboarded? It was kind of like that but in a good way.
The following summer he convinced my parents to let me go visit him in Rhode Island. I was 11 and had never been on a plane before. I was scared but excited both being alone and flying. He picked me up at the Providence airport which wasn't actually in Providence and took me to his apartment. We stripped and went right to a 69 and didn't stop until we both came and pissed in each other's mouths three times. We spent the summer traveling all over New England though we did spend half the time in Providence. By then I had a full bush of pubic hair and I had tits. Ever see an 11 year old slender girl with B-cup breasts? I looked like a very short 15 year old and with help from my brother's lesbian friend my hair and make-up made me look like a very very short 18 year old. So basically we spent all summer living as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then one day his lesbian friend, her girlfriend and my brother and I were all sitting around watching baseball, playing cards and drinking when she and her girlfriend were talking about their first sexual encounters and both were with siblings. She had her first lesbian experience with her older sister and her girlfriend said for her it was when her older brother snuck into her room when she was 12 and took her cherry. My brother's friend hinted that we could do it in Rhode Island since it's not a crime to fuck your sister. My brother told her I was 16 which at the time was the age of consent in Rhode Island.
THAT was when I decided to move to Rhode Island. Later that night I demanded that my brother take my cherry. He protested at first but when I stood there naked masturbating pleading with him to do it to me he relented, shoved me down on the bed and "play r*ped" me. I had been practicing with dildos so there was no blood. I had the best cum of my 11 year old life with my legs wrapped around him and his cock in me and our tongues in each other's mouths.
Seven years later I finally got to move to Rhode Island and live with my brother. We found a minister who would perform a commitment ceremony not knowing why it wasn't a wedding. We exchanged rings and have lived as husband and wife ever since. We weren't legally married of course as that is illegal even in Rhode Island but we consider ourselves to be married. Our parents don't know. They know we live together. They think our kids are the result of me being promiscuous with random boys and think it's wonderful that my brother takes care of me and our boy and two girls who call us Mommy and Daddy.
Our parents had their bedroom at one end of the house on the first floor. Our bedrooms were on the second floor at the other end of the house. We probably could explode a bomb in my room without our parents hearing it. The guest room was on the second floor above my parent's bedroom. There was a huge empty space my Dad called a mezzanine above the living room and that space separated the two ends of the house. So we could make all the noise we wanted. They never complained about the TV or music being loud and because my brother's bedroom had a sort of little balcony that was above the garage and because there was a built in ladder that ran from that balcony down to the driveway he could sneak in and out as much as he wanted and he often did to hang out with his friends at night.
So it wasn't the first time he was in my bedroom. My brother was my favorite person in the world and he gave me a huge amount of attention and often came into my room to hang out. We watched TV and listened to music together. When I was sick he'd take care of me. We were very very close. It would not be an exaggeration to say I worshipped him and adored him. In part that was because he was always so nice and loving and affectionate with me. In part it was due to his being an all around good guy. In part it it was because he was drop dead gorgeous. It would not be an exaggeration to say he looked a bit like Tayler Hanson only cuter and with longer hair. I often fantasized about us getting married. My fantasy went as far as imaging us having kids together. At 7 I didn't think about the ramifications of a brother and sister getting married and having children together. I wasn't even aware it was looked down upon. I had joked about marrying my brother in front of my parents who ignored it and I half joked about it with my brother who never told me that we couldn't. He just smiled and hugged me.
I should also say that since we had a Jack and Jill bathroom we saw a lot of each other if you know what I mean. I remember when his penis was smaller and had less hair. Now it's huge with a huge blond bush. I saw it hard once and soft often. He'd just stumble into the bathroom to piss in the morning and I made sure I was there to watch. After a few times he didn't bother to cover himself when he used the toilet. If my door to the bathroom was open he didn't bother closing it. He'd just whip it out and start pissing or he'd just take a seat and do his business. Same when he showering. I often stood there and watched him strip naked. He'd look at me and smile then climb into the shower leaving the shower curtain open just enough so I could watch him wash himself. I did exactly the same thing. I NEVER closed the his door when I was using the bathroom. I'd take a seat on the toilet and often kept my legs spread and never made an effort to cover myself in front of him. When I was younger he often gave me baths and washed me everywhere including rubbing soap into my vagina and but crack. I think I was probably around 3 and he was probably around 13 the first time he gave me a bath. I remember him asking if it would be OK to wash me between the legs. He always asked. I always said yes. It always felt really really good. He was gentle. He didn't scrub me down there but instead softly caressed the soap into my skin. Occasionally he tickled my vagina with his soapy hands which would make me squeal and giggle but also feel very tingly down there. I knew that if I begged him not to tickle my vagina he would become determined to do exactly that and that was why I always told him not to. I wished he would never stop tickling me down there it felt so good.
So pretty much as long as I can remember he has always touched me in an extremely intimate way and I always liked it.
But this was the first time he snuck into my room with the lights out while I was asleep. This was the first time he didn't ask permission. I woke up suddenly to an intense shock of pleasure between my legs. He was tickling me as usual. I couldn't believe what a wonderful surprise to wake up to. He asked me if I wanted him to stop and I think I yelled at him to keep doing it. Some how the surprise of it made it feel even better. He had always in the past asked for permission as I said but this time by sneaking in and doing it without my permission made it naughtier. I always knew what we did together was naughty. I never had to be told to keep this a secret between us. The way our parents reacted when he merely kissed me on the cheek slightly too close to my lips would make them freak.
He continued to tickle my thighs and vagina softly and playfully all the way around occasionally flicking a finger across my clit which would send an additional shock of pleasure each time. Then he did something different that he'd never done before. He leaned down and kissed my vagina. It surprised me that he would do such a thing. I considered it dirty and all the naughtier but it felt good so I was not going to tell him to stop. He caressed me there with his lips for several minutes then gave me a strange look like he was trying to decide something and all of sudden he stuck his tongue out and began licking.
Instantly I wrapped my legs around his head and began humping his mouth. I'd seen our black lab hump pretty much everything and everyone and even saw him fucking another dock once so I understood what fucking was and that people do that and that our parents did that to make us. But I never fully grasped the the significance of it, why people wanted to do it until that moment when the intensity of the pleasure caused by my brother's tongue was overwhelming. He licked for everything he was worth and I found myself involuntarily begging him to never stop and telling him how good it felt over and over. He had an amazing amount of stamina because he went on for what seemed like an hour while simultaneously massaging my ass cheeks. Then I exploded in unimaginable pleasure as wave after wave hit me. I would describe it as feeling as good as being tortured felt bad. That was my very first orgasm ever and I hadn't even been aware that orgasms existed.
After I recovered my brother and I talked about it and he explained that he had read somewhere that girls my age (7) could sometimes be induced into experiencing one. He had already made up his mind before he came into my room that he was going to attempt to lick me to an orgasm. I am so glad he did. He introduced me to an entire universe of existing. I know a lot of people would argue that he is not a good person. I beg to differ. A bad person would have exploited the situation and would have told me that he would only lick me to an orgasm again if I either sucked his dick or let him fuck me. He never did that or anything like it. I never had to beg him or even ask him to lick me. "would you like me to kiss you good-night?" became the code phrase for "would you like me to eat you to orgasm?" He never had to ask. From then on he often just snuck into my room late at night. Sometimes he would surprise me with it. Other times he would say it at the dinner table and our parents would give him a strange look. I always said yes or nodded my head or just looked at him and smiled.
Once our parents went on a two week trip together in the summer and we decided to spend the whole time naked roaming the house like newlyweds. We skinny dipped in the pool, played tickle games on our parent's huge king size bed while watching porn on their big TV and my brother found sex toys that vibrated in Mom's closet and used them on me which made me cum even harder.
Then the sad day came a year later when my brother graduated from high school and went off to art school in Rhode Island. For the next four years I only saw him during spring break (we lived in Florida at the time) and holidays and the first two summers.
The spring that I was ten I discovered blow jobs. Now the internet did exist but it was in it's infancy and internet porn was not something I was really aware of. We didn't even have a computer or a cell phone. I had snuck into my parent's bedroom for a sex toy to borrow and discovered some porn. My brother had showed me porn before but that was mostly fucking and pussy eating. Yes I'd seen porn with a girl giving a guy a blow job but I didn't really pay much attention to it at the time. But this time one of the videos was all blow jobs. In fact at the beginning there was about five minutes of instruction on how to suck cock. I paid very close attention and decided I wanted to suck my brother's cock. I had been feeling sexually aroused since the age of nine but didn't share that tidbit with anyone. I later found out that girls can sometimes enter puberty early if they are frequently sexually stimulated. I certainly was. Every day I didn't get my pussy licked I masturbated. In fact that was the whole point of sneaking into my parent's bedroom that day. I was searching for something to enhance my daily orgasm. I knew girls eventually got pubic hair. I didn't know that nine years old was considered very young to get one's first pubic hair. I discovered one and instantly knew what it was. In a way I was excited at the idea. I thought about plucking it but decided to surprise my brother and hoped to have a few more by the time he came home that summer. A few weeks later I found my nipples began to ache a bit and were very sensitive and a bit puffy. I was slender so I always had flat nipples. I had read up on puberty and concluded I must be starting it. I just didn't know I was too young still.
By the time my brother came home for the summer I had a dozen short fine pubic hairs above my slit and proudly showed them off to him. When I did he immediately wanted to see my nipples and then softly licked and sucked both. Each time he did I had a shock of pleasant tingling in each one that I never felt before. So my plan was to surprise him with a blow job. That night I snuck into his room. I had actually started doing that the first time he came back from college. I climbed onto his face and humped his tongue until I came that time. This time I had a different agenda. He was pretending to be asleep as he always did and I pretended not to know he was pretending. I pealed back the sheets which he wasn't expecting and exposed his uncovered and throbbing erect cock and his huge hairy balls. I leaned in and inhaled the musky smell and felt all tingly. "May I suck your cock?" I asked him. He looked into my eyes and told me I didn't have to. I told him that I was going insane with horniness and if he didn't let me suck him and if he didn't promise to cum in my mouth and let me drink it I was going down stairs into the kitchen to get a zucchini and I was going to choke myself to death on it while masturbating. So he let me and I touched his cock for the very first time ever. I had been practicing with cucumbers, dildos and a a very realistic silicone penis I "borrowed" from Mom. So by the time he got home I had no gag reflex left and could take something bigger than his cock all the way down my throat and hum while doing it. He must have been saving up all year because it only took about four or five strokes for him to flood my mouth with a huge load of sperm. I was disappointed because I wanted to enjoy sucking him for hours. I swallowed his cum and found I liked the taste and kept his cock in my mouth intending not to spit it out until he got soft. He never got soft and after a rest began fucking my mouth. He did that for nearly 45 minutes before he came again. By then he had licked me to two orgasms where I peed into his mouth after the second one and he just drank it and licked me clean. I drank the second load of sperm and decided this time to do the same and not release his cock until I found out what his piss tasted like. He began squirming after a while and told me he was going to piss soon and I just gripped his ass and held on with his cock all the way in my mouth. I tickled the top of the crack of his ass which relaxed his bladder and he pissed down my throat. Ever been waterboarded? It was kind of like that but in a good way.
The following summer he convinced my parents to let me go visit him in Rhode Island. I was 11 and had never been on a plane before. I was scared but excited both being alone and flying. He picked me up at the Providence airport which wasn't actually in Providence and took me to his apartment. We stripped and went right to a 69 and didn't stop until we both came and pissed in each other's mouths three times. We spent the summer traveling all over New England though we did spend half the time in Providence. By then I had a full bush of pubic hair and I had tits. Ever see an 11 year old slender girl with B-cup breasts? I looked like a very short 15 year old and with help from my brother's lesbian friend my hair and make-up made me look like a very very short 18 year old. So basically we spent all summer living as boyfriend and girlfriend. Then one day his lesbian friend, her girlfriend and my brother and I were all sitting around watching baseball, playing cards and drinking when she and her girlfriend were talking about their first sexual encounters and both were with siblings. She had her first lesbian experience with her older sister and her girlfriend said for her it was when her older brother snuck into her room when she was 12 and took her cherry. My brother's friend hinted that we could do it in Rhode Island since it's not a crime to fuck your sister. My brother told her I was 16 which at the time was the age of consent in Rhode Island.
THAT was when I decided to move to Rhode Island. Later that night I demanded that my brother take my cherry. He protested at first but when I stood there naked masturbating pleading with him to do it to me he relented, shoved me down on the bed and "play r*ped" me. I had been practicing with dildos so there was no blood. I had the best cum of my 11 year old life with my legs wrapped around him and his cock in me and our tongues in each other's mouths.
Seven years later I finally got to move to Rhode Island and live with my brother. We found a minister who would perform a commitment ceremony not knowing why it wasn't a wedding. We exchanged rings and have lived as husband and wife ever since. We weren't legally married of course as that is illegal even in Rhode Island but we consider ourselves to be married. Our parents don't know. They know we live together. They think our kids are the result of me being promiscuous with random boys and think it's wonderful that my brother takes care of me and our boy and two girls who call us Mommy and Daddy.
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