A Brother’s Enjoyment (Revised)

While growing up, my brother was always very authoritative over me. When we were young kids and when we were washing dishes, he would pull my undies down exposing my ass. Then as I got older and started wearing a bra, he hated for me to wear one. He would skillfully pull the back until the elastic wore off so I would not wear one but our parents would always buy another pair for me.

Since I enjoy being naked especially in my bedroom. One day he barged into my room and I quickly grabbed my blanket. He knew that I was very sexually active, but it was awkward that my brother would pull my blanket sway from me and leave me standing naked before him, which was the first time he saw me naked at the age of 19. I spat in his face for that matter. He was angry about something that I did, and was having a bad day or a combination of both. I could care less what he was saying but I wanted him out of my bedroom. I guess he was pissed since someone else did his sister, but it was not one of his friends, thank heavens. He called me a slut, whore, and a bitch.

The second time he barged into my bedroom I had no time to grab my blanket. He saw me naked which I didn’t care since I am not ashamed of my body. I knew that he wanted to handle his sisters big tits as well as my snatch since he was mesmerized, he couldn’t take his eyes off of me..

Now going back to my brother, I saw his bare ass in the shower, it was hot to see. My cunt was sure wet and my tits were hot as I went in to pee. My brother is 13 months older than me. His chest is so fine and very suckable nipples. Perhaps he was turned on as he heard me pee and perhaps watched me as he showered.

After finishing his master’s studies, boy, his head sure did swell up. He got very dominate on me. Our mother knew that I was taking the pill, but he figured I was taking the pill to be a slut, whore, and a bitch. Since I was hardly home, his dominance turned into violence where he beat me up. I could take in his infatuation, but beating me up was another thing. At that time we were in our late 20’s so I left and went over to my boyfriend’s place, Lance, and as we showered, he saw bruises all over me. We didn’t have sex that night.