My Brother and Me_(4)

Fbailey story number 332


My Brother And Me


Up until I was ten and my brother was twelve we slept in the same bedroom but in different beds. At that time Mom made Dad put a wall between us. He put up just a cheap two by two frame with cheap paneling over both sides. I could hear everything right through it, even when he burped or farted.

When I was eleven and started growing my tits I was very excited about them and played with them constantly. I noticed my brother was attracted to them too. Every once in a while he would get into a wrestling match with me and feel of them. I didn’t mind and rather enjoyed it, but he only did it occasionally.

When I was about eleven and a half I started my periods. They were irregular so Mom took me to her gynecologist for birth control pills to help with my periods. He was old, fat, and balding but I kind of liked it when he felt me up. I had to take all of my clothes off and put on a stupid paper shirt that he looked under anyway. It didn’t make any sense. Mom stayed in the room because he couldn’t be alone with a naked girl. He played with my tits to check for lumps and I liked the feel of someone else’s hands on them. My nipples got hard and it gave me goose bumps. Then he had me get on a table and put my feet in some stirrups. He got right in there close to my pussy and poked around in there. He had a little light and a magnifying glass too. He poked a plastic thing inside me and squeezed it to open me up. It hurt but at the same time I liked it. He apologized for breaking my hymen but Mom told him that it was okay. Easy for her to say maybe I didn’t want it broken. Then he stuck a long Q-tip inside me and rubbed it over my cervix. Just before he finished he rubbed my clitoris with his finger and asked me if it hurt. No, it didn’t hurt it felt pretty damn good in fact. He laughed and told me that it was my pleasure button. Mom laughed and agreed with him.

That night in my bedroom I checked out my clit. It sure did give me pleasure. I moaned a few times playing with myself and listening to my brother jerking off on his side of the wall. I had to laugh thinking that we were doing the same things to ourselves. Only I was wishing that it were him doing it to me and me doing it to him.

By the time I turned twelve I was growing hair on my pussy and under my arms. Mom taught me how to shave my legs and underarms. She taught me how to douche too to keep myself clean down there. She was starting to treat me like a woman. Mom started letting me go with her to pick out my clothes. She would go into the changing rooms with me when I tried on bras and panties or skirts and blouses.