Little Brother Watching

I had a big brother, but my boyfriend Jimmy had a little brother, Timmy. I know, it’s confusing, but I never thought I’d get them mixed up so badly.

Jimmy started out friends with my brother, since they’re the same age, but after a while. He came to hang out with my brother, but then he stayed to make out with me. I guess he kissed me first when he was in 6 grade, and I was in 4th. So, we took it slow, until I hit puberty, and started playing with myself.

We just hugged, kissed, and went for walks holding hands to watch the sunset. Then, he walked me back home so I could go to bed, and wait for my little sister to fall asleep. I wasn’t really ready for sex, neither one of us, but all that got me horny. So, I felt warm, and gooshy between my legs, and rubbed my panties in until I fell asleep.

Then, we kept doing that when we could get away with it, and I started exploring inside myself, until I figured out how to get a breathless finish. Breathless, because I had to hold my breath, or I’d moan out loud, wake up my little sister, and have to lie about having bad dreams, again. So, she didn’t run off to tell mom I was playing with myself. (Again.)

So, another problem was, we didn’t really have anywhere to go and do it, even if we wanted to go all the way. I wasn’t on birth control, and he couldn’t get rubbers, so I was satisfied with making out, then fingering it out myself, when I got home for almost a year.

Then, Jimmy got a car for his birthday. He just turned 12, but his dad told him he could drive when he got it running. An old Monte Carlo, the guy he bought it from couldn’t even tell him why it wasn’t working. So, he bought it for like $400.00, and rolled it in the garage where they could work on it together. Father, son, and even his little brother Jimmy hung around to watch.

Fetching wrenches, he played “Nurse.” I went over to see if Jimmy was busy, and Timmy came out to tell me “I’m playing nurse, you want to play too?” He took my hand, “Come on.”

“Uh?” I shook my hand. “You’re not dressed like a nurse?”

“I know, but they don’t have boy nurse uniforms at the costume shop.”

“They got doctor uniforms.” I offered.

“I know, but dad, and Jim are operating on the car, so that makes me the nurse. Just wait, and they’re going to need a wrench or something thoon.” He picked one up and showed me. “So, if they say three eighths.” His tongue stuck out through the hole where he was missing a tooth up front, “Just look at the wrench here.” He pointed. “3/8ths.” The tip of his tongue stuck out again, when he said eighths.

“I know how fractions work,” I rolled my eyes.

“It’s easy!” Then Jimmy dropped his wrench, and said “There, it looks like my girlfriend’s here, so I’m gonna go wash up.” He pulled a rag out of his pocket, and wiped his hands. Then went in the kitchen to take off his overalls, while his dad showed me the head gasket.

He already had one head off, and they were taking the bolts off the other side, but the valves were gummed up with grease, and it kept me occupied, while I waited for my boyfriend to get cleaned up. So, he wouldn’t leave greasy handprints on my blouse, or my pantlegs, but I had on dark blue pants. So, the white blouse was a little more important to me.

I knew I’d probably get a whooping if I came home with dirty handprints all over my chest to show that I had a boyfriend to feel me up. So then, we went for a walk, and Jimmy laughed. “I told him we’re playing Doctor, and I guess he got the wrong idea.”

“So, now he wants to be a nurse?” I nodded.

“Yeah, he just went to the hospital for a dislocated shoulder, and when he came back, he said they have girl doctors, and boy nurses. Here, let me check your tonsils.” He kissed me, and tried to “Check my tonsils” with his tongue. When we got to the park bench, he rubbed my chest, and said “I better check to see if you have any lumps.”

Not really, but my nipples were swollen, especially the one that got hard when he found it, and rubbed it through my blouse. I stopped to change out of my school dress, and put on pants, but I took off my training bra before I put my blouse back on. Then, we heard rustling in the bushes, and I said “You hear that?” Wiping my mouth, I blushed embarrassed, and that killed the mood.

So, we got up, and went for a walk, but when I looked back. I saw little Timmy following us, and he looked so cute. I don’t know why, but I guess I never saw a boy blushing like that before. So, his fat cheeks were rosy red, and his big green eyes wide. Watching us “Play doctor” in the park, because we didn’t have anywhere else to go, for privacy.

It really should have creeped me out, but I guess I was so horny that it was kind of a turn on. Once I realized it wasn’t some creepy old man in the bushes, waiting for me to walk home alone, so he could jump out and grab me when I’m not looking. I don’t know, that’s just the kinds of stories my mom tells me, to warn me about bad men. She never said what they’d do to me if they caught me, but now I had a pretty good idea.

Then, I got home, and went right in the bathroom to take a bath. I usually took showers in the morning, so I wasn’t stinky with sweat from lying under the covers all night, but I wanted the bathroom to myself. For a lot longer than the hot water would last, especially with the washer running downstairs. To play with myself, but things were going so slow with my boyfriend. Too slow, and his brother was such a creepy little perv that I couldn’t stop thinking about him.

With my eyes closed, and my fingers under the water. Rubbing it in between my legs, and getting hotter by the minute. Knowing we didn’t have a skylight in the bathroom over the tub, because it would make it too easy for perverts to get on the roof, and look in on us naked, with their hard little pricks out, pumping it frantically, and panting like a hungry dog.

I finally tapped the lose hole with 3 fingers, so the hot water gushed in, and out. “Oh, oh oh oh! Ohhhhhhh. Huh! Ohhhhh, Timmy.” I took a deep breath, and held it. Sinking down into the water, and running it through my hair to wash it, but also try and shut out the world. It didn’t shut out the echo in my head.

The name, Timmy. I said Timmy instead of Jimmy, and I knew that if I made that mistake with my boyfriend. He’d know that I had the hots for his adorable but creepy little brother, but it made me feel so pervy too, because he was just a little boy. I know, I was still little more than a girl myself, and even Jimmy was barely 12, so not a teenager, either.

A middle school boy, and that was something to brag about to my friends, at school. I have a boyfriend, and he’s in middle school, but they keep asking me when are we going to do it? And I don’t know what to tell them. Soon? Not soon enough, and I’m ready, or at least I liked to think I was ready to go onto the next step, but he was taking his sweet time, and where could we go to do it with some privacy?

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Dr. Young (Gb Grooming Plantacy)

It turns out the answer to that question was stupidly obvious. He had a car, and while it wasn’t going anywhere with the valve covers off to scrub the lifters, and check the head gaskets, it still had a back seat. A really big back seat for a 2 door. I’m not really a car girl, but my boyfriend’s working on a car, so he talks about it a lot, and I guess I’m learning?

I still don’t know what the valves do, let alone what lifters are, but I know what the side of a head gasket looks like because his father patted me on the back, and pointed it out while I was waiting for Jimmy to change, that first day I really met his little brother Timmy. Then, I saw him at school on the playground, and ran up.

“Your brother said you dislocated your shoulder, and went to the hospital?”

“Yeah, we’re swinging on the tarzan swing like this.” He held his hands up, together, gripping an imaginary handle. “But then the handle broke, and I caught my arm in the rope.” He hugged his arm, and rubbed his shoulder. “It really hurt, and I had to go to the hospital, and the doctor popped it back in, and that really hurt too, but she said it would get better right away, and she was right, because she’s a doctor.” He nodded.

“So, he also told me they had lady doctors, and boy nurses too?”

“Oh yeah, I didn’t see any boy nurses, but I told the doctor I didn’t know girls could be doctors, and she told me boys can be nurses too, and she knew lots of nurses. Boys and girls, but more doctors are boys then girls, so she must be really smart.”

“I bet.” I humored him, “But when I play doctor with your brother, you know he’s the doctor, and I’m just the patient.”

“So, he had to check your tonthils,” his little tongue flicked out between his teeth, “And check your chest for lumps.”

“Yeah, so you want to play doctor with me after school?”

“Yeah!” The bell rang, so I had to leave him with a kiss on the cheek to make him blush, but I knew what I was doing. I didn’t know how, but I had all day to think about how I was going to molest him, after school…

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Dr. Jung (Gb…)

I didn’t that first afternoon, but I rode his bus so he could show me where he broke his arm. It turns out they had a commando line, and a rope swing across the ditch where the creek would go, when it was running. It was fall, and it hadn’t rained lately, but the ditch was still there, even when the water wasn’t running.

“I thought it would be a good idea to put a handle in the rope, like thith.” That little jackolantern smile, and the way his tongue peeked out sometimes when he talked was so cute, I didn’t mind the temporary lisp. “But then the stick broke, so I better find a stronger stick to show you.”

“So, how does this rope bridge work?”

“Well, you just stand up on this rope down here, and hold onto this rope up here, and walk along it like a tight rope until you get to the other side like thith.” He showed me walking along like a monkey with his feet turned sideways to step on the rope, but neither one of them was very tight.

“Huh!” I just hoped down, pocked my way through the rocks and sticks in the bottom of the gully, and walked back up the other side. It’s not like it had steep banks, or you needed things like the tarzan swing to get across. “You ever slip, and fall so you catch the rope between your legs, and hurt your balls?” So I can kiss them, and make them feel better.

“Not on that if you’re careful, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” He didn’t say if I’m scared, because I’m a girl, but I’m also bigger than him. So, if I wanted to, I could grab him, wrestle him down, and… Then what? Get him hard somehow, and trying to rape him probably wouldn’t work, would it?

“Come on.” He just ran off, so I shook those silly thoughts out of my head, and ran to catch up.

“Tho, when you play doctor, you want to be the doctor or nurth?” That was starting to get more annoying than cute.

“I don’t know, we can take turns, but we’re probably close to your house. So, if your father isn’t in the garage when I get there, I’ll probably play doctor with your big brother in the back seat, if you want to watch? Yeah, just make sure you’re quiet when you sneak in, and lock the door to the kitchen, so your mom doesn’t catch you in there, watching us make out, so you don’t get spanked.”

“Oh,” he rubbed his butt, “My mom doesn’t spank me.”

“But your dad does.”

“Yeah, but not if I’m good.”

“Well, if you don’t get caught, and you don’t brag to all your friends, then nobody will know you fucked up.” He giggled at the dirty word, but I’m glad I got that out of the way. That’s how child molesters do it, right? First, they have to make sure you don’t tell, because if if you get caught molesting little kids, then you don’t just get spanked, you go to jail for a long long time, and they don’t have boys in jail. So, I better be careful, this is a dangerous game I’m playing, but it’s so fun and exciting.

I sure hope they’re both worth it.

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Patient (BG Medfet Play. Medfet is short for Medical Fetish)

“Huh, I’m horny, so you mind if we don’t go out?” I went right through the kitchen, with Jimmy following after, and held the door for him. “Besides, the back seat looks nice, and roomy.” I looked back to see Timmy peeking around the kitchen door, and his cheek was already starting to warm up. So, I shut it, and didn’t lock it this time.

“Huh, yeah. I can’t wait to take you out for a ride.”

“Then don’t.” He held the door for me, and flipped the seat up, so I could get in the back. But I pulled it back before I put my knees up, and pulled my skirt down off of my legs.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh, get in, and shut the door.” Before your little brother comes out. “Doctor, I think I have a problem.” I rubbed my legs, and felt down to the crotch of my panties. “In here.”

“Well, I better take a look then.” He had to straddle the gear shifter, and stick his head between the seats.

“So, I better take these off?”

“It’s okay.” He nodded, “I’m a doctor.” So, I pulled them up my legs, and set my heels on the seat back, to spread them wide open.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but lately, I’ve been getting so hot.” I ran my hand up my lips, and spread them with my fingers like Spock. Not the baby doctor, who wrote that book, but Mr. Spock the Vulkan, from Star Treck?

“Hhuh, snh! Yeah, you look hot, and smell hot.” He licked his lips.

“Huh, yeah. Usually, when I have an ache like this, I make my mom kiss it, and make it feel better.”

“Well, it’s a little unorthodox, but it’s worth a shot.”

“Oh!” There he is. Just the top of his head at first, but then his eyes peeked over the top of the car, and went wide. So, I moved my hand to give little Timmy a good look, before I let myself slide out on the seat, and my butt rest against the backs of the front seats, so his big brother wouldn’t see him. Sticking his head out to bend down, and kiss me. Deeply, and making “Mmmmh!” noises with his first taste of pussy.

“You like that?” I patted his head, ready to hold him down if he tried to look up, but he just licked his lips. “Huh! Yeah, I love your pussy.”

“Well, if you love it so much, then why don’t you kiss it some more?”

Jimmy’s head was shaking, but slowly. Up, and down, so I knew he had to have his little pecker out, to play with it. “Oh, huh!”

“Like that?”

“Yeah!” I pushed his head down, “Just like that. Lick it right there faster, huh. Faster, yeah faster! UH!” I wasn’t even close, but now that I had an audience. I hoped he didn’t moan out loud or anything, but I just bet he could hear me even through the glass! “Ah yes, I’m close, I’m so close baby don’t stop. Don’you stop now, I’m gonna cum.” I promised, “Oh yeah? Yeah yeahyeahyeah OH YES! OH YES YES YES!”

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Author

I can go on, but first let me give a little credit where it’s due. This is largely inspired by “Her Sister Watched Us from the Stairs.” Only I changed everything, genders included to avoid plagiarism.

Also, I’m writing it my way, because the Who, and the Why are more important to me than What they do to each other, and Where. I like to know a little more about the character than “My boyfriend’s little brother.” Which is why I take the time to write boring dialogue, and long walks on the beach to watch the sun set, while they get to know each other better…

However, this isn’t actually going slow. In fact, she’s going preternaturally fast for a 9 year old. Let alone a preferential pedophile, they can take Years to groom a victim, because honestly, it’s more about that than her bald puss. That’s how you can tell the difference between a preferential pedophile, and let’s say a pedo-fetishist that can’t even spell #NormalizesexwitHlittlegirls. (Let alone write a story of his own.)

A pedophile at least pretends to care about his victims, so he, or she gets to know them. A fetishist just cares about the numbers, like her age, or breast/dick sizes in inches. The same goes for Power Reassurance rapists, Erotomanic Stalkers, and so forth. A stalker knows what you had for breakfast, every day this week. A fetishist just wants to know what size shoes you wear.

Don’t get me wrong, Fetishists are just empirically better than actual sexual abusers, because they don’t have actual victims. If they did, they might actually know something about them, besides hair, and eye color.

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