Bi-Sexual Female / 34
I'm A Housewife For A Man At Heart And Wear The Pants With My GF
I was a loner and independent from when I was very young. I had friends, but didn't need to be around people. I liked to read and I had my own world. Puberty struck me like a freight train and dealing with my developing body was the biggest trauma of my life. I got reminded daily that I was a girl, and I went from being fairly independent, sucked into the women's chores in the house.
Our family was typical. Dad, Mom and two kids. My father worked for a major airline, and my Mom was a stay at home mom. Her world was being a housewife and that's what she molded me to be. It's my first instinct. My brother grew up with baseball and hunting and fishing, and I grew up with Church and cooking and cleaning. While my father was teaching my brother how to clean a rifle, my mother was teaching me how to cook.
I don't say this in anger, I am a real good housewife and I can cook real well. I learned all the little things, how to mend a button, how to iron a shirt. I got daily lessons on the women's world. Sex was one of those things you do not talk about, and since it was a marital privilege I could wait to find out about it. I was raised to be modest about everything, we occupied the silent role, don't talk unless spoken to. I suppose that in my teens I had sexual feelings, but keep your hands to yourself and out of your pants was the order of the day.
My brother, he jerked off every day. How do I know? Because he jerked off in front of me, if he jerked off at night he told me to change his bed, and it was my secret duty to wash his underwear. Instead of panties hanging over the shower curtain in my bathroom it was my brother's jockeys shorts. Sometimes I had to help him, hold his boner for him. Sometimes he needed something more than a jerk off, and it was me on the couch under him until he wet his pants. And I kept a few hand towels in my bathroom to wash his dick afterwards. His dick to me was God's g*ft to mankind. I was frustrated that I didn't have a dick.
He went away to college and I spent the rest of my high school alone. When he came home on holidays I scooted over to his bed to be with him. No matter I was able to keep his dick outside of me, but I slept better after he had cum all over me. I loved more than ever washing his dick for him. I took special care and washed him very gently, and now that I was older I would bend over and kiss the tip after I was through. And yes, sometimes I wanted his dick in me. But I respected that we were brother and sister and I kept his dick on the outside.
I went off to college when my time came. I went to a school that was within an hour drive. I wasn't going to be let off without supervision. I called home everyday to speak with my mother, and I spoke to my father two or three times a week. My brother was off playing soldier after graduation, and I worried for him. Soldiering like he was he didn't have a girl close to him to wash his dick for him. He didn't tell me he was playing sword fighting with another guy he met there. Turns out that the only girl he ever used to get off was me, otherwise he got off with other boys. I don't need to tell you what that did to my father. His son was a sissy and his daughter a tom boy. By then I had this girlfriend. I had to learn to hunt and shoot.
While I was teaching my girlfriend the finer points of housekeeping, my father was teaching me how to be a man. Since I was going to be the breadwinner. My girlfriend was artsy. I never got all the man lessons, I graduated early from college and I set up house with my girlfriend. My brother was living with Simon who he met in England. My brother was the dick washer in his relationship. I had grown a set of balls by then and I was full steam ahead with my profession.
Everything in our world was going fine. On my 32nd birthday I found what a man does to you when he fully inserts his dick in you and cums. I don't much recall if I did fight him or not. It was probably more of my brother holding me down, except he did get his dick inside me. I washed his dick afterwards like I washed my brother. I turned housewife at work and kept my legs open for him. I tried my best to explain that to my girlfriend, but it's near impossible to explain.
I'm not married, I am more of the office wife. My legs spring open when he holds me down, I can't help it. I wash and clean and if he let me I would be over at his place with my dishtowel and my girlfriend. It pains me that he doesn't have a warm meal, and it pains me worse that he is doing his own housework. He wants to be a modern man and I want to be his housewife.
Our family was typical. Dad, Mom and two kids. My father worked for a major airline, and my Mom was a stay at home mom. Her world was being a housewife and that's what she molded me to be. It's my first instinct. My brother grew up with baseball and hunting and fishing, and I grew up with Church and cooking and cleaning. While my father was teaching my brother how to clean a rifle, my mother was teaching me how to cook.
I don't say this in anger, I am a real good housewife and I can cook real well. I learned all the little things, how to mend a button, how to iron a shirt. I got daily lessons on the women's world. Sex was one of those things you do not talk about, and since it was a marital privilege I could wait to find out about it. I was raised to be modest about everything, we occupied the silent role, don't talk unless spoken to. I suppose that in my teens I had sexual feelings, but keep your hands to yourself and out of your pants was the order of the day.
My brother, he jerked off every day. How do I know? Because he jerked off in front of me, if he jerked off at night he told me to change his bed, and it was my secret duty to wash his underwear. Instead of panties hanging over the shower curtain in my bathroom it was my brother's jockeys shorts. Sometimes I had to help him, hold his boner for him. Sometimes he needed something more than a jerk off, and it was me on the couch under him until he wet his pants. And I kept a few hand towels in my bathroom to wash his dick afterwards. His dick to me was God's g*ft to mankind. I was frustrated that I didn't have a dick.
He went away to college and I spent the rest of my high school alone. When he came home on holidays I scooted over to his bed to be with him. No matter I was able to keep his dick outside of me, but I slept better after he had cum all over me. I loved more than ever washing his dick for him. I took special care and washed him very gently, and now that I was older I would bend over and kiss the tip after I was through. And yes, sometimes I wanted his dick in me. But I respected that we were brother and sister and I kept his dick on the outside.
I went off to college when my time came. I went to a school that was within an hour drive. I wasn't going to be let off without supervision. I called home everyday to speak with my mother, and I spoke to my father two or three times a week. My brother was off playing soldier after graduation, and I worried for him. Soldiering like he was he didn't have a girl close to him to wash his dick for him. He didn't tell me he was playing sword fighting with another guy he met there. Turns out that the only girl he ever used to get off was me, otherwise he got off with other boys. I don't need to tell you what that did to my father. His son was a sissy and his daughter a tom boy. By then I had this girlfriend. I had to learn to hunt and shoot.
While I was teaching my girlfriend the finer points of housekeeping, my father was teaching me how to be a man. Since I was going to be the breadwinner. My girlfriend was artsy. I never got all the man lessons, I graduated early from college and I set up house with my girlfriend. My brother was living with Simon who he met in England. My brother was the dick washer in his relationship. I had grown a set of balls by then and I was full steam ahead with my profession.
Everything in our world was going fine. On my 32nd birthday I found what a man does to you when he fully inserts his dick in you and cums. I don't much recall if I did fight him or not. It was probably more of my brother holding me down, except he did get his dick inside me. I washed his dick afterwards like I washed my brother. I turned housewife at work and kept my legs open for him. I tried my best to explain that to my girlfriend, but it's near impossible to explain.
I'm not married, I am more of the office wife. My legs spring open when he holds me down, I can't help it. I wash and clean and if he let me I would be over at his place with my dishtowel and my girlfriend. It pains me that he doesn't have a warm meal, and it pains me worse that he is doing his own housework. He wants to be a modern man and I want to be his housewife.
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