Sex with my brother Lee

You can probably guess that after earning £10 so easily when before that I’d had to work pretty hard just for 10p or maybe 50p, this wasn’t the last time I did little jobs for Uncle Bill. In fact I can honestly say it changed my life. Whether for the better or not is probably too soon to say. What I do now for money has its downside, but it pays the bills.

After my initiation by Uncle Bill, I soon spent the £10 I’d earned – and it wasn’t long before I wanted some more. It was just too easy. I actually thought about what I now know is blackmail, but even then it somehow didn’t seem right. But I did need another £10, so what to do?

Uncle Bill provided the answer, though in a roundabout sort of way. A couple of weeks after the zoo trip which I told you about earlier, he phoned me after school when he knew my parents would be out and asked whether I’d like to earn a bit more money. The conversation started in an odd sort of way, though at the time I just thought he was showing an interest in me.

“Hello Suzi. Done your homework? Were you sitting outside in the sunshine? Bet you’ve been out there getting a nice tan, haven’t you?”

As it happened I hadn’t – I’d been inside writing my diary, and I told him so.

“You always were a clever writer Suzi – one day you’ll be able to publish your diary, I bet [I still might – I’ve kept a diary for years and always had it half in mind to publish it if I can find a publisher]. Aren’t you too warm inside – its too hot for me. But then, maybe you wear cooler clothes than I do? What have you got on now Suzi? Is it a nice summer dress?”

I hadn’t been home that long, and hadn’t had time to change out of my school uniform, so I told him what I was wearing, not thinking anything of it. I should have realised from the persistent questioning that this wasn’t normal, but I was naïve then.

“No Uncle – just got back from school and haven’t had time to change yet. Still got my old school stuff on. I’m going to get a shower now and change into something cooler.”

I could hear a rustling noise at the other end of the line, and although I had no idea at the time I now know that he was getting his penis out to play with it. The questions went on. Obviously I knew what he was like, but I didn’t realise at that point that just talking about what I was wearing would turn him on.

“Tell me about your skirt Suzi. Is it a grey one or a black one, and is it plain or pleated? And what about your blouse? What colour is that? I’m just curious about how smart you look when you go to school.”

“It’s a dark grey skirt Uncle, with pleats, and I’m wearing a blue blouse and my school tie. Why do you ask?”

I heard a sort of intake of breath at the other end, and started to twig what was going on in his head.

“Uncle, why do you really want to know? Is this turning you on?”

He admitted that it was, and it didn’t take more than a few seconds then for me to realise that he was starting to masturbate himself, thinking about me in my uniform. I didn’t really have any idea then how strong the image of a schoolgirl uniform is in a lot of men’s’ minds, but I know now!

“Do you want to earn some more pocket money Suzi? You’ve got me really going again now and you have to help me finish myself off. Do you know how to talk dirty to a man?”

To be honest, I didn’t then, though I do now of course, but there was the offer of some more easy money and I wasn’t about to turn it down. I decided to try.

“Well not really Uncle, but I’m a good learner and I’ll have a go. I’m lying on my bed at the moment with my diary, and I can feel the breeze from my window blowing gently up my skirt, keeping my hot little pussy cool. As I open my legs, the breeze feels cooler, and it’s blowing my little skirt up as well. Maybe I should start to undo my blouse to let my titties get some air too?”

There was a sort of slurpy rubbing noise down the line.

“Uncle – is it good? What are you doing?”

In a strangled voice:

“Masturbating, Suzi – rubbing my cock with Aunty’s hand cream to make it hard and spunky. Go on. Rub your titties and tell me about your panties.”

I opened my blouse and started rubbing my tits for him.

“I’m rubbing my tits for you, and its making my nipples hard! My panties? They’re yellow ones this time, with little red hearts on. They’re made of cotton and there’s a bigger heart just over my cunt saying ‘Love me’. Do you like that?”

He obviously did – there was an urgency in his voice:

“Suzi, yes I do! Push your panties inside your cunt and make them all wet with your cunt juices. Then push your fingers in too, and lick them clean.”

I did as I was told and he wanked himself off at the other end of the phone. I didn’t mind – I sometimes masturbate that way anyway (apart from the finger licking) and the thought of him whacking himself off actually made me quite horny for some reason. So I carried on pushing my panties into my cunt, making them really really wet, and finished of with a couple of fingers.

After he’d cum himself, he came back on the line with a proposal.