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Cat Baths

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Me, and my brother walked home across a field every day, until I thought he had something in his pants.

“What’s that?” I pointed it out, but he just said “Don’t look at it.”

“But what is it?” I grabbed the front of his pants, but he pushed me off.

“Don’t touch it!” He got upset, “Just leave it alone, and it’ll go away.”

I giggled, “Why is your wiener sticking out like that?” But when I felt it, I noticed it was attached to him on one end. I thought he stole something, and tried to hide it down his pants where nobody would look, but I’d seen him peeing before. He was my brother, so he was even there when I potty trained, and we shared a bathroom. So, sometimes he had to go while I was in the bath, and used the potty right in front of me. He doesn’t even have to sit down, and sometimes, he doesn’t even pull down his pants. He just sticks it out of his fly, and aims it for the potty.

“It just does some times, but the only way to get rid of it is to beat off.”

“Show me.”

“Huh!” He just lay down on the ground, and said “Okay, but keep a lookout, to make sure nobody sees me with you.”

“Don’t be silly,” I went around the other side, do I could watch the road, but the grass was too high anyway. “I’m your sister, so people see us together all the time.”

“Yeah, but not like this.” I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I guessed he ment having his wiener out, and playing with it right in front of me.

So, I watched him pet it up and down for a little while, until I got bored waiting. “Let me try it,” I got down, and picked it up. Trying to pinch it with 2 fingers like he did, but it slipped out, and snapped back up against his button.

“Huh, try this.” He wrapped my hand around it, so I could pull it up and down, and it couldn’t slip out, unless I yanked my fingers off all the way, but I was careful not to let go.

“How come it’s called beating off?”

“I don’t know,” he just put his hands up under his head, and shrugged. “You can call it jerking off, but no. Better yet, don’t call it anything, or tell anyone you got to play with it.”

“Okay, I promise, but how long does it take?”

“I don’t know, but if you go faster, it’ll be done quicker, so we can get home.”

“Okay,” I laughed, when I started hitting his zipper. “Oh, now I get it.”

“Try sucking on it.”

“You mean,” I shook my head, “With my mouth?”

“Yeah, just put it in your mouth, and suck it off.”

I don’t think it would come off that easily unless I bite it, and that would hurt. “You won’t pee in my face?”

“No, I promise.”

“Okay,” I really just wanted to help, but then when I felt it get wet, and slippery on my tongue, I felt something funny in my own underpants. “Smup!” I stood up on my knees, and pulled out my underwear to look at it.

“What’s wrong?” He went back to pinching, and petting it with 2 fingers, but now it was wet.

“I don’t know, I feel funny, but it doesn’t look any different.”

“Well, why don’t you show me?” He let me pull down my underwear, and then he pulled my hip over, so I had to walk around on my knees. “Huh, sit on my face.”

“Oh, hahaha! That feels neat!” Much better, but before I couldn’t even tell you what I was feeling. It didn’t tingle, or get hot. It just felt there, when I could forget I even had anything in my underwear, or even any underwear on unless I had to pee before. “Oh,” I got up, when I saw his wiener was back to normal, so I pulled his underwear out, and tucked it in, so I could zip up his pants. “All better.”

He sat up, and grinned, wiping his mouth on his shirt while I pulled up my underwear, and dried it inside, but it didn’t feel dirty at all. It felt really clean in fact, compared with when I just wiped it with toilet paper after peeing, but I didn’t wash it or anything, just dried it.

“Don’t tell anyone I licked your pussy either.”

“Ohehihn! Okay, but you just gave me a catbath!”

“Yeah, huh!” He laughed, when he got it.

“So, next time I say that, I’m gonna need a catbath, you know what that means? Oh yeah, and Vienna sausage! Because it’s just like eating.”

“Yeah, I get it,” he interrupted.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” I felt bad for hurting his feelings.

“Well, it’s just. I know it’s not the biggest thing ever, but you don’t have to compare it to that.”

“Vienna sausages? I’m sorry, how about a hot-dog?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so when I say I’m hungry for a hotdog, that means I want to play with it again.”

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” but I already knew that it was my favorite thing to play with. No wonder boys play with themselves so much, but nobody ever told me how they did it, or how much fun it would be, or you could kiss it, and sit on his face, so he licks you nice and clean, inside and out!

“I can’t wait to get home, so we can do it again, and again!”

“Jesus, now I’ve created a monster.”

“Ooh, ooh! You want to play Frankenstine, and Bride of Frankenstine? That means I’m his wife, I can get lots of product in my hair, and what can we use to make it white on the side?”

“I don’t know, maybe chalk?”

“Ooh yeah, and make sure it looks like lightning bolts on both sides. Maybe we can go as Frankenstein, and Bride of Frankenstein for Halloween?”

“Yeah, okay but you know that Frankenstein is actually the Doctor’s name, not the monster’s?”

“Oh.” I shook my head. “Well, what’s the monster’s name, then?”

“Frankenstein’s Monster.”

“Oh. Well, that’s a stupid name, and it’s too long, and how come she’s called Bride of Frankenstein, and not Bride of Frankenstein’s Monster?”

“I don’t know. Maybe Dr. Frankenstein is a Necrophiliac too.”

“What’s a Necro. That word mean?”

“It means he likes to have sex with dead people.”

“Oh. How does he have sex with her?”

“Huh, seriously?” He stopped, and turned around.

“I’m sorry, don’t be mad.”

“Huh,” he just shook his head, and messed up my hair. “Don’t be, you’re just innocent, is all.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Innocent?” I nodded, so he took me home, and explained to me how girls are innocent, until we get to a certain age where we start lusting for things, and wanting to do them with people, we’re not supposed to, or seducing good men into doing sinful things.

“Like what?”

“I’ll tell you later, but we’re almost to the house, so.” He buttoned his lip, so I nodded, and buttoned mine, too. After all the excitement of finally deciding what I want to do for a Halloween costume, I forgot what he was talking about. I guess he was right, about the being innocent thing.

Of course, I remembered later when I felt funny in my underpants again. So, I went and got him to give me catbaths again, but he didn’t play so hard to get after that. He got really good at giving me catbaths, and then he started peeing cum way up in the air like a fountain, or one of those water sprinkler things that goes fut fut fut fut, then futfutfutfutfutfutfut! Really fast back and forth, only straight up in the air.

So, it went all over the place, but since we did it out in the middle of the field, nobody saw it.

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