Paying My Tutor

Fbailey story number 418


Paying My Tutor


When I entered the sixth grade I was the oldest girl, having failed twice before. I had repeated the third grade and the fifth grade. So now I was fourteen years old. Everyone else in my class was twelve years old…every single one of them.

My tits were bigger than the other girl’s tits were, my periods were quite regular, and my mother allowed me to wear makeup to school. I was much taller, heavier, and more voluptuous too. My figure equaled those of our teachers. The kindergartners often mistook me for a teacher.

My life did have one drawback thought…my little brother. Frankie was only twelve years old but he was in the seventh grade. The little bastard got into school a year earlier than I did because of his birthday, we were in fifth grade together, that is the first time that I was in there. He just came by his smarts naturally like our father while I got Mom’s brain and good looks.

Frankie was a recluse, a word that he had to teach me, damn it. He actually liked being alone. Mom and Dad hardly ever punished him but he didn’t care if he was grounded, or if they took away his phone privileges, or even his television. I on the other hand found any of those to end my social life.

I had made up my mind to stop failing grades in school. I was tired of seeing all of my friends pass me by. I was tired of the comments about me being dumb.

So I made a deal with my brother. If he would help me learn my homework I would let him feel me up and all of my friends too. He wondered how I could speak for my friends. I told him that I really didn’t have many friends but that most of the girls in my school were afraid of me and that I could get them to let him. It was a deal but it involved total nudity and five full minutes for him to touch me or my girlfriends anywhere that he wanted too. He meant that he wanted to feel our tits, pinch our nipples, and poke around in our pussies. It was slightly degrading for me but I said yes because I knew full well that it would totally degrade the other girls and I liked that power.

That night when Mom sent us up to bed I undressed and put on my robe like I always do before going to the bathroom to take my shower. On the way there I tapped on Frankie’s bedroom door. It took him a while to open the door. I stepped inside and heard him lock his bedroom door behind me. I just walked to his bed, turned around, and let the robe fall to the floor. I looked over at his digital clock and saw it change to nine oh six. All I had to do was allow him to feel me up until nine eleven. I kept an eye on his clock while he felt my tits and sucked my nipples. I thought that it would be gross letting my little brother feel me up but instead I felt myself getting aroused. Then he started fingering my pussy. I knew I was wet and I knew that he didn’t know what he was doing so I asked him if he would like some instructions. Surprisingly he said yes so I started telling him. Very soon he was on my clit like glue and it felt better than what I do to myself. In no time at all I was cumming like a popcorn machine. I fell back on his bed and just enjoyed myself. It felt like it went on and on forever. Apparently it did because when he finally stopped and I came to my senses it was nine seventeen and I had let him feel me up for eleven minutes. I briefly thought about telling him that he had gone into overtime but I had certainly enjoyed it so I didn’t say a word. All I did was remind him that I would need his help after school the next day. He smiled and said that it would be his pleasure. As I put on my robe I saw him smelling his finger and rubbing his boner. I rubbed myself in the shower too and found that I was extremely sensitive.

The next day after school Frankie helped me with my homework for almost two hours until Mom told us to clear off the table and set it for dinner. I hadn’t expected to receive that much help from him. He must have really enjoyed feeling me up the night before, I know that I did and that I was looking forward too later tonight too.

To hell with later tonight I took Frankie outside to play but in reality I wanted to see if he would feel me up again. However, he wanted to know when he could start feeling up my friends. Okay, okay!

I called Stella and invited myself and my brother over. She seemed suspicious but she agreed so we went over.