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When I Was A Kid
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Straight Female / 44
I Started Way Too Young
the last story made me want to finally tell my own. i started way too young, and i didn't know any better but i loved all of it. my brother and i grew up bathing together and it was innocent until it wasn't. we grew up being comfortable being naked around each other because of that. he was 6 years older than me which meant he stopped taking baths and started showering much earlier than i was ready to but because we were bathing together i thought i was a cool big kid showering instead of taking baths at 4 years old!
several years later when he hit puberty at 13, he started changing as all of us do. he started getting hair in places he didn't have it before, his voice started getting deeper, and his dick started getting bigger, and since we showered together, i got to see it all. one day we were showering and i finally asked why he had more hair and why his "weiner" was bigger, why his voice was deeper and he explained puberty to me. he told me his "weiner" would get even bigger if he rubbed soap on it so i asked him to show me and sure enough it did. he got a boner and really it probably wasn't much bigger than it had been but it was kind of thick and longer from what i was used to. i asked if it went back to normal and he said yes. when i asked why it got bigger he said "it's supposed to go in there" and touched my crotch. while we kept showering he was still rubbing it a lot so i asked him why and he said it felt good. he asked if he could put it in there and touched me again. i told him okay, i didn't have any reason to say no and he told me it was supposed to so i let him.
he told me to turn around and put my hands on the wall, he had seen pictures in one of dad's magazines that showed him how. so i did. i was a lot shorter than him, and this is why the last post made me think of this - he had me rest my elbows on the recessed tile ledge in the shower wall and held my hips and lifted me up in the air and put it in me with my little legs dangling haha. it didn't last long, he got tired of holding me up, but i liked it. i thought it felt good having it in me and him holding me and everything he did. it didn't feel good like sex feels good really, just something i liked.
we got in the routine of doing it regularly. there was a stool under the sink i stood on sometimes to see in the mirror so we would put in in the shower and he would fuck me standing on the stool. i really didn't understand what sex was still, i just liked what my brother was doing to me. he came in me every single time too, i would always have to push it out like i was trying to pee or it would leak into my panties at night. that stopped after my first bleed, he said he could only cum in my butt or mouth or we'd have a baby. by then we had been fucking for 5 years and done much more than shower sex, and he wasn't the only boy that fucked me at that point. i loved all of it, i was never taught it was bad until my mom had an awkward conversation with me when i was fifteen but it was way too late to convince me to stop.
i always wonder now if our parents ever heard the sound of his hips slapping my wet ass when he would fuck me in the shower. i didn't think about it then but now as an adult, yeesh.
several years later when he hit puberty at 13, he started changing as all of us do. he started getting hair in places he didn't have it before, his voice started getting deeper, and his dick started getting bigger, and since we showered together, i got to see it all. one day we were showering and i finally asked why he had more hair and why his "weiner" was bigger, why his voice was deeper and he explained puberty to me. he told me his "weiner" would get even bigger if he rubbed soap on it so i asked him to show me and sure enough it did. he got a boner and really it probably wasn't much bigger than it had been but it was kind of thick and longer from what i was used to. i asked if it went back to normal and he said yes. when i asked why it got bigger he said "it's supposed to go in there" and touched my crotch. while we kept showering he was still rubbing it a lot so i asked him why and he said it felt good. he asked if he could put it in there and touched me again. i told him okay, i didn't have any reason to say no and he told me it was supposed to so i let him.
he told me to turn around and put my hands on the wall, he had seen pictures in one of dad's magazines that showed him how. so i did. i was a lot shorter than him, and this is why the last post made me think of this - he had me rest my elbows on the recessed tile ledge in the shower wall and held my hips and lifted me up in the air and put it in me with my little legs dangling haha. it didn't last long, he got tired of holding me up, but i liked it. i thought it felt good having it in me and him holding me and everything he did. it didn't feel good like sex feels good really, just something i liked.
we got in the routine of doing it regularly. there was a stool under the sink i stood on sometimes to see in the mirror so we would put in in the shower and he would fuck me standing on the stool. i really didn't understand what sex was still, i just liked what my brother was doing to me. he came in me every single time too, i would always have to push it out like i was trying to pee or it would leak into my panties at night. that stopped after my first bleed, he said he could only cum in my butt or mouth or we'd have a baby. by then we had been fucking for 5 years and done much more than shower sex, and he wasn't the only boy that fucked me at that point. i loved all of it, i was never taught it was bad until my mom had an awkward conversation with me when i was fifteen but it was way too late to convince me to stop.
i always wonder now if our parents ever heard the sound of his hips slapping my wet ass when he would fuck me in the shower. i didn't think about it then but now as an adult, yeesh.
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