Bi-Sexual Female / 31
I had the best brother growing up. He's 8 years older than me. I know it's hard to believe but I really do remember my very early childhood. I was 4 years old and he was twelve and it was the first time he gave me a bath. He was so gentle and nice and it felt so good to feel his hands all over me. I especially liked the way he made me feel between my legs when the washed me down there. He had a soft gentle soothing voice that made me tingle all over. I was so relaxed that when he was rinsing me off as I was standing there I peed into the tub right in the water. Did he get mad? Nope. He said it was cool that I did that and said I could pee like that in front of him any time I wanted to.
I also liked the way if felt when he offered to clean me after I used the toilet. Every time he touched me it made me tingle all over. I was addicted to him. I followed him everywhere like a shadow. Instead of getting mad he always included me in every activity. He loved to read me stories with his hand up my panties making me feel good. Even when I peed while sitting in his lap as he tickled me he didn't get mad. Instead he'd gently clean me up and told me I was a good girl for peeing on him and letting him clean it up.
Once I was playing in his room while he was doing homework and I was trying to reach his little league trophy. I accidentally knocked it over and broke it. I was upset but instead of being mad he kissed me and told me I was a very good girl and thanked me for breaking it and even handed me his other little league trophy and told me I could break that one as well. So I did while he tickled my pussy. When our mom found out about the trophies he told her that HE broke them.
Once when I was trying to get something out of our mom's china cabinet I knocked over her favorite tea cup. It broke. My brother told me not to worry. He just went to our mom and told her that he broke it.
My brother has always been there for me. He always bought me stuff. His lap was always available for snuggling. He volunteered to be driver when I went on my first date at ten. But secretly I wished I was on a date with my brother. I figured that out and started to take me out on a date not long after that. He took me anywhere I wanted to go and always made me feel good with his hands in my panties. He shared his porn with me. He bought me my first vibrator. He bought me nice clothes when I got older and when I was twelve and wanted to lose my virginity he let me fuck him. I could only get about half of his dick in me but it felt so good. He even ate me out when I was on my period and never complained.
I'm 31 now and he's 39 and we live together and have since I graduated from high school. He takes care of me and our babies and still is always so good to me. Sex is even better today than ever.
I also liked the way if felt when he offered to clean me after I used the toilet. Every time he touched me it made me tingle all over. I was addicted to him. I followed him everywhere like a shadow. Instead of getting mad he always included me in every activity. He loved to read me stories with his hand up my panties making me feel good. Even when I peed while sitting in his lap as he tickled me he didn't get mad. Instead he'd gently clean me up and told me I was a good girl for peeing on him and letting him clean it up.
Once I was playing in his room while he was doing homework and I was trying to reach his little league trophy. I accidentally knocked it over and broke it. I was upset but instead of being mad he kissed me and told me I was a very good girl and thanked me for breaking it and even handed me his other little league trophy and told me I could break that one as well. So I did while he tickled my pussy. When our mom found out about the trophies he told her that HE broke them.
Once when I was trying to get something out of our mom's china cabinet I knocked over her favorite tea cup. It broke. My brother told me not to worry. He just went to our mom and told her that he broke it.
My brother has always been there for me. He always bought me stuff. His lap was always available for snuggling. He volunteered to be driver when I went on my first date at ten. But secretly I wished I was on a date with my brother. I figured that out and started to take me out on a date not long after that. He took me anywhere I wanted to go and always made me feel good with his hands in my panties. He shared his porn with me. He bought me my first vibrator. He bought me nice clothes when I got older and when I was twelve and wanted to lose my virginity he let me fuck him. I could only get about half of his dick in me but it felt so good. He even ate me out when I was on my period and never complained.
I'm 31 now and he's 39 and we live together and have since I graduated from high school. He takes care of me and our babies and still is always so good to me. Sex is even better today than ever.
