Me and My Brothers — Chapter VII

VII. A New School Year

That September when school started Bobby was in the 11th grade, I was in the 9th grade, and Donny was in the 7th grade. We all arrived home on the same bus so Bobby and I had no private time any more. There would be a day now and then when Donny would visit a friend and on those days Bobby and I would enjoy each other. Also, once or twice a week Bobby had after school activities that kept him from arriving home until later so I had private time with my little brother Donny. It took me a while until one day in early October I caught him beating off.
He was so scared. He was in the bathroom and I walked in. There he was standing in front of the mirror watching himself as he had his pants down and he was pumping on his peter. He tried to hide what he was doing from me as I asked, “What were you doing?”
“Nothing,” he answered.
“Yes you were,” I insisted. I went on, “Now Donny, I want you to tell me what you were doing.”
“Nothing…I wasn’t doing anything,” he insisted.
I moved close to him and he crouched down in his attempt to hide. I said, “Show me what you were doing.”
“Huh uh, no,” he pleaded.
“You were beating off, weren’t you?” I demanded.
He looked at me with shock on his face. He had never heard his sister use such words. Tears began to flow from his eyes. “Oh sweetheart, I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I said as I wrapped my arms around him. I whispered in his ear, “A healthy 13-year-old boy needs to beat off every once in a while. Now let me see that peter of yours.”
“Huh uh,” he said as he tried to squirm away from me.
“I bet you’ve got a pretty peter. Any brother of mine has to have a pretty peter.” He could not get away from me but I could not get him in a position to be able to see his peter. I began to tickle him. We did not have much history of tickling but he was soon helplessly under my power and there was his peter sticking up like a handle that needed a hand to make it work. I wrapped my hand around it and began gently stroking it.
“No Carly, no!” he said as he continued to squirm.
“It’s okay Donny; I know what I’m doing.” His peter grew firmer in my hand and Donny stopped resisting me.
“Carly…Carly…I’m…I’m gonna…”
“I know, you’re gonna come,” I said. I directed his peter to the side so that his stuff shot out onto the floor. As it did, I took note that his peter was nearly as big as his brother’s. When his stuff slowed to a dribble I looked to his face. He looked frightened and I put a hand on either side of his face and planted a kiss on his lips. He attempted to twist away from me and I said, “Oh come on give your big sister a big kiss.” He still resisted and I said, “If I can beat you off you can give me a kiss.” His lips met mine and he wrapped his arms around me. My tongue met his closed lips but they parted slowly. Soon our tongues were swirling around each other.
It had been several weeks since my little button had had a proper stimulation and at this moment I felt it itch for attention. When we broke from the kiss he said, “I have always wanted to kiss you Carly.”
We kissed again and my pussy said to me it wanted attention. When the kiss ended I asked, “Have you ever seen a girl beat off?”
“I never knew girls beat off,” he replied.
“Oh yes, girls beat off. I do it often. I feel like I need to do it now. Would you like to watch?”
“You mean it? You’d really let me watch?” he asked in surprise.
“Only if you promise never to tell anyone.”
“I’d never tell anyone.”
“Think about it. You’re with your buddies and one of them is bragging about how he did his girlfriend. He says something that you know can’t be true and you say something about me. You have to be sure not to say anything.”
“I won’t say anything to anyone.”
“Okay, let’s get up off the floor and go to my room.” As I stood and helped him up I said, “Let me clean this up first.” I took a towel from the rack and wiped up the mess on the floor.