- When I Was A Kid -
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 ..(continue confession)
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 ..(continue confession)
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