8th summer part 3

During my 8th summer I had gotten my 14 year old brother and our next door neighbor, Danny, to let me in on their secret game, a game of secret sex that, I was told, if discovered would land us all in reform school. The secret game also entailed my doing whatever I was told by the boys as the price of admission into the game. I was 8 during the summer, average size, a little baby fat but just starting to develop. As Danny pointed out my tits weren’t much but better than nothing. It began with my having to pull my shorts and panties down in the back of the garage and showing myself to them, to kissing their dicks, to sucking them off, to getting fucked by them. As time wore on my brother would fuck me on nights when my parents went out but he kind of lost interest in the other stuff, but not Danny. Danny was a nerd who lived alone with his mom and spent too much time on his computer watching porn of the internet. He had me do all kinds of things from french kissing to pissing and shitting for him to french kissing his asshole to letting his dog lick my pussy after he had fucked me to letting his friend watch the whole thing. Whatever he found on the net he did with me. After the summer, Danny was home early after school and never missed an opportunity to get me off alone and have me do stuff for him. It wasn’t as often as during the summer but he did his best. When school started again Danny and my brother had turned 15 and I had turned 9. I had done more sexually at 9 than most girls have done by the time they’re 19.

I liked being fucked by my brother because it was the only attention he paid to me and he was nice when he wanted it. I didn’t mind the stuff with Danny, and I didn’t even mind so much the day he had his friend over and had him watch Danny fuck me in Danny’s room while my parents were out and my brother was supposed to be minding me. I did mind he and his friend holding me down while Danny’s dog licked Danny’s cum out of my pussy but what could I do. Danny just did what he wanted with me and if I acted like I didnt’ want to he would threaten to tell on me and have me sent to a bad girl’s home. I like that a whole lot less.

Not sure how it was arranged but one Saturday my brother had a football game out of town and my parents were going but I had dance class. My mom thought maybe ballet lessons would make me more graceful or something. I was getting bigger and I guess she thought it would help.