Big Baby Brother

My little brother started getting boners when he was about 8, but it was really little, until he started growing bigger…

I remember the first time he came out with a tent-peg in the morning. At least the first time I saw it, I forgot something in my room, and I almost ran into him in the hall.

He just pushed past me to the bathroom, and shut the door. I forgot all about what I got up for, and listened through the door to his piss stream hitting the water, but it didn’t sound like the tinkles I made.

So, I just went back out to the TV when he flushed the toilet, and finished my cereal before he came out, fully dressed, and flaccid. I started paying more attention to his crotch, and other males around me in my life. Mostly boys in school, and teachers, but I guess the next time I saw one, I remember some guy in the grocery store.

He just got in line behind me, and mom, but I could see it swinging around in his pant-leg when he moved. So, I got around behind mom, and stood in front of her butt. She was just wearing a lose skirt, that swished, and wrinkled all the way down past her knees, and halfway to her ankles, but when I turned back, he wasn’t even looking.

He was too busy unloading his shopping cart to stack his stuff up on the conveyor belt, and I couldn’t really see it good from there, with the basket in the way, but it was definitely swinging like a rope swing with a big fat knot in the end. If I had to guess, it must’ve been about half a foot-long, which is average, but it looked way bigger than my baby brother’s little stiffy.

Finally, the bagger loaded our groceries up so we could take them out to the car, and drive off for home, but I was sitting up as high as I could in the booster seat, looking around for the man with the big cock. Come to think of it, he was about 6″ hanging lose, so maybe it was even 7, or 8″ fully hard.

Then, I saw my dad’s naked, but he lost his erection on the way back to the door to shut it. It wasn’t as big as I expected, but I got to see his hairy balls too, and mom pulled the covers over her naked body before she told him to shut the door.

They were about to have sex, until they saw me, and that killed the mood. So, mom got dressed, and came to tell me about the birds, and the bees. I giggled, guessing “Which one the bee is, but how come they’re called birds, when they’re hairy instead of feathery?”

She tried to keep a straight face, but she said those are called Testes. Nuts, or balls, but I pointed at her lap.

“No, the wings over your vagina.” I saw them, “They should be called bat wings, instead of bird’s.”

“Huh, never mind that,” She thought, “All though a cock is a male chicken, but.” She shook her head, and that’s how I found out my mom had a dirty mind, and knew all the dirty words. She never said around me before, because she always made that face, and shook her head at dad’s dirty jokes, but she tried not to laugh. In front of us kids, but of course I knew dad had a dirty mind, because he liked telling dirty jokes with our uncles, and their drinking buddies.

She also told me how to get pregnant, and the next time I had alone, I stuck my finger in there, pretending it was a penis. It was dry, and uncomfortable, but I kept wiggling it in deeper until it started hurting. So, I pulled my finger out, and it was a little bloody, but I giggled, because it was my pinky!

It took a few more tries to get the rest of my hymen (Mom didn’t mention that.) It hurt, and killed the mood, so I stopped, and looked at my bloody pinky. I even sucked it off to get rid of the blood, but only because I wasn’t anywhere that I could wash it, and I didn’t want to wipe it off on my clothes.

Finally, I started my period, and masturbating with that. I know, it’s gross, I had to get over my disgust, but it was also warm, wet, and lose enough to get 2 fingers in there. It also told me that I was going to start growing big girl stuff, like pubic hairs, and breasts. I was delighted to play with those when they started coming out too, and that gave me something other than my father’s dick to think about.

Mostly, because again that was the only one I’d seen naked, and fully erect, before he closed the door. Lots of topless ladies, and even a little bush when I found his nudie mags, but only cartoon dicks in the comic strips they put at the end of some of the articles. I read the articles too, at least the ones that were about sex, like Ask Xaviera, and Suzie Sexpert.

They kinda described how a man touches a woman to get her hot, and wet for sex. There was definitely a learning curve, and IDK how much of that was being barely developed enough to get wet, but the best tip was licking my fingers, and spitting in my hand to get them wet. Also anal, so I started playing with my butthole, but that was even nastier than my mangey pussy on my period. So, I mostly did that in the shower with soap to get it clean, inside and out!

I tried 2 in the pink, and one in the stink, but that was awkward. My wrist hurt before I could get off on it, and squeeze them with my love muscle (PCM if you want to look it up, or try the Keyword Kegels) So, I started doing 2 in the stink, and my thumb in the pink, since it was right there, and I could rub my tiny hot button with my other hand. I found my clit easily, but I could never find my G spot on my own, and I didn’t have a Prostate to feel around for, but that’s how I masturbated for I don’t know how long.

Meanwhile, my baby brother turned 9, 10, and 11 without any noticeable growth, but I started teasing him, somewhere in there. Mostly just practice for getting boy’s attention, because he was a boy, and too little to do anything. Like rip off my clothes, and take me forcefully, but a lot of the stories I read in Penthouse Forums were like that.

Rape stories, from men that didn’t even want to ask Suzie Sexpert if it was rape. They just blamed the victim for being a tease, playing hard to get, and then getting cold feet when he was too hard to stop, or take no for an answer. That taught me how to dress, to show off what little assets I had, and bend over in short skirts, or just put my feet up in the air on the couch.

Reading a book, but propped up on my elbows, and spreading my legs wide so he could look right between them at the moist crotch of my panties when he came in. He started getting boners after school, instead of just when he woke up in the morning, and had to pee. So, he dropped his books, and ran off to the bathroom, but not to piss, or use the toilet.

I listened to the door again, only this time I could hear his heavy breathing, and he even held his breath to keep quiet, but I didn’t hear any fapping in there. I knew what he was doing, and I did it too. Rubbing my panties into my wet slot so they got even wetter, and even soaked through to get my fingers slippery with sex juices, until he ran water in the sink, to wash his hands.

After playing with himself, I imagined white little pearls of spunk he had to clean up too, but then I found out he was shooting blanks. I finally waited on the couch with a Penthouse open to a particularly hot, and juicy pictorial of 2 horny college coeds playing with their toys, and wishing they were real men coming over to fuck them.

“Huh!” He dropped the books, and covered up his crotch before he even got a full stiffy, but he didn’t run off to the bathroom this time. “What are you doing with that out?” He looked back down the hallway, and I expected him to run off any minute, but he stayed. “Did you get that from dad’s side of the bed?”

“Yeah,” I rolled over, with my feet still together, but my knees spread wide open, so one of them was up on the back of the couch. “Huh, I was going to finish playing with myself.” He nodded slowly, when I pulled my dress up, to rub my wet panties into my even wetter cunt. “But then you got home.”

He shook his head, “So, that’s how you do it?” He grabbed the Penthouse, “Wait, these are lesbian girls.”

“No they aren’t.” I pulled one side over, and sat up, to point out. “See? They wish they were real dicks instead of just dildos, and vibrators, but they make do having sex with each other.”

He shook his head, “They never do it, they just.” He let go of the spank mag to point at his mouth. “Just make stupid faces like this.” He opened up his mouth, and held his fist open, holding an imaginary dong. He didn’t even stick his tongue in his cheek, like the porno girls never did. Just girls in school when they didn’t want to say blowjob out loud.

“Huh!” I rolled my eyes, and nodded. “Yeah, it’s just a tease. For some reason, they can’t show real penetration, or real cocks, so they just show the before picture, and talk about it.”

“Yeah, but they’ve got stories in here, look!” He took it, and flipped back to the Forums, where guys could send in their stories, and you could read them, if they were believable. I guess they were if you’re an 18 year old, and never actually talked to a girl before, but especially the women talked like. Well, nobody I ever heard, talking like that. They seem to think that women are brainless, and they can’t wait to get knocked up so they can have babies to make our empty lives complete, and give us someone to clean up after when we become housewives.

“Huh, this sounds like a good one, you want to read it?”

“Yeah,” I took it, so he had his hands free, to rub his crotch through his pants, but I spread it out on the cushions so I could grind my hand into my pubes, and my fingers into my pussy, making stuff up. “Huh, then he got his cock out, so she could suck it.” I licked my lips to get them wet.

I looked over, but he just kept rubbing it, covered up so I couldn’t even see it tenting out his pants. “First, he unzipped his zipper, so she could see it bulging out through his tighty whiteys.”

“And then?” He stopped rubbing, then started up again when he finished nodding, excitedly.

“Huh!” I rolled over again, only this time I kept my dress pinned to my tummy, and peeled my sticky underwear down. “You want a blowjob?”

“Yeah, but you’re my sister.”

“I know,” I whined, “But I’m horny, and I never wanted to give head so bad before, and you’re so hard.”

“UH!” He grunted out loud, but then he sniffed quietly, and held his crotch. Shaking, and twitching dryly in his pants, but it was too late. He panted, and shook his head with his eyes wrinkled as tight as his little ball sack as soon as he saw my hairy pussy. “Hhuh!” He shuddered, and swung his arm around behind him, to sit down on the corner of the coffee table, and squeeze his fingers between his trembling knees. “Sorry.” He blinked when he could breathe well enough to appologize, and shake his head. “I blew it.”

Well, that just ment I couldn’t fuck him, which was the next thing on my list, as soon as I got his pants down, and his little dick wet in my mouth, but I pushed him down on the coffee table anyway.

“What are you doing?” He twisted out of my hand, so I had to hold his other shoulder down with my elbow, and yank his hand out from between his legs.

Your dick doesn’t have to be hard for me to suck it hold still. Uh!”

Finally, he stopped fighting so I could pull his pants open, and his underwear down. I hadn’t seen his dick, and balls naked since. Well, I guess I helped potty training him, so since he stopped needing help getting his overalls off, and buckling them back up when he was done. I had to dump out the potty, and flush for him, but I was all of 6 years old. So, pee pees were for peeing, and butts were for pooping, only I had a butt that came all the way around the front, so I could pee, and poop out of the front, and back of my butt.

He had a pee pee, so he could pee standing up, but he had to sit down to poop in the potty. That was the first time I regressed, sexually. I didn’t even notice I was doing it until it happened several more times, but I guess I’m that kind of child molester. For some reason, playing with little kids’ private parts, and forcing my fingers in their tight holes dry makes me feel like a little girl again, and I even start thinking in childish terms, like pee pee, potty, and pooper.

He couldn’t get it up again, so I kept trying to suck him hard, so I could rape him until mom got home from work. So, I had to pull up his pants, and half carry him down the hall to shove him in his room, and shut the door. I barely got my bra, and panties back in place when she came in the front door, and hung up her purse.

“Oh, you’re home.” I blushed so hard, it felt like my face was sunburning, but she had a long day. So, she just pulled out her earrings, and didn’t even look at me on the way back to her bedroom. By the time dad got home, I stopped shaking, afraid that he’d have to take off his belt, and spank me for seducing my brother, but I hid the dirty mag under the couch cushions, before I could sneak it back in their room during dinner.

“I’m done,” I just pushed my plate away, but I heard his chair scrape when he got up. I thought he was taking my plate, but he followed me out to the living room, and caught me red handed with his Penthouse. So, he had to take me back to their room, and put it back.

He tried to explain to me, first of all he loves my mother, and he would never think of cheating on her, no matter how sexy the other woman was, but sometimes she’s not in the mood, and he really mostly reads the articles.

“Huh! I know dad. You masturbate, and you’re an adult, so you can buy adult magazines. That’s what they’re for, aren’t they?”

“Well,” he patted my shoulder, “I suppose you’re a teenager now, and I never thought I’d have to worry about you, or your brother for a few more years, but.” He got up, and pulled his collection out. “I better hide these better, where he can’t reach them, at least.” He got a box down off the top shelf of his closet, and pulled some things out, until it would hold his stack of magazines, but I found that I didn’t need them.

Now that I’d already practically mouth raped my little brother, he let me pull his pants down as soon as he got home. The first time I sucked him off, I found that he was still shooting blanks, so he couldn’t get me pregnant. So, after that, I started raping him in bed. My bedroom, his bedroom, even our parent’s bed after school. Every day except weekends, and their 1 day off during the week. So, only 3 days a week, so there was always one or the other home on the weekends, but when I got my period, he told me “No.”

Straight up, he didn’t want to do it, but I held him down, and rubbed it all over his crotch until it got hard anyway, and raped him. Again, I can’t really say the first time was rape, even though he didn’t want to after he blew it in his pants. I definitely molested him, but I’m sure I raped him before I got my period. This time, he cried like a big baby, and kept making gagging noises. Trying to throw up in dry heaves until he couldn’t keep it up, so I had to let him go.

Run off and take a shower, but he stayed in there a long time, and I knew rape victims did that. Not personally, but I’d read stories, and not just in Penthouse forums. I got a pamphlet about Rape, and Molested children from R.A.I.N.N. That’s the Rape and Incest National Network, but they had stuff like that at the councilor’s office. Along with 10 signs that you friend, or sister might be anorexic, or bulimic. I knew girls like that personally, but I had my own sick problems to deal with.

That’s the day that I knew it wasn’t just incest, and I wasn’t just molesting my baby brother. I was raping him too, and that was the proudest I’ve ever been of myself.

At least until high school, and college, when I finally figured out ways to rape grown men. Other than my brother, who was a teenager by then, and I was still raping him. Up the ass, because he couldn’t get me pregnant if he blew it up my ass, but he was even more disgusted by that than my period.

It didn’t keep him from getting it up, and even getting off on it sometimes. He never told anyone, except me. Finally, he came to me, and confronted me about the sexual abuse, but he just said that I “molested” him. He never even admitted to himself that it was rape, but he forgave me.

Of course, he was raping little boys, and girls by then, too. That’s when I felt the proudest of all. When he admitted to me that I made him a pedophile, and bisexual child rapist, too.

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