Memoirs of a Preteen - Part 1 (b/g, bro / sis, inc)
This true story is based on an email that I received. Her story did not contain intimate details, which I took the liberty of adding. Otherwise, the story is presumed to be true.

My name is Pat, short for Patricia and this is a true story of my
childhood. Sure, I tweaked it a little and changed names of
people who were involved to hide their true identities, but never
the less my encounters and experiences remain true, above all.

I was the only girl in my family between two brothers either side
of me. James was the oldest about four years older than me, then
Matt year an half older than me, then me, followed by Peter and
Paul, who was the youngest.

The story goes that few weeks after Paul was born, our dad left
the house to Alaska and never returned. Dad had been working in
Alaska six months out of the year on a fishing boat and used to
be home during the off season, but why he never returned from his
last trip was something that I never knew. My aunt Christina said
that he settled down in Alaska with a woman he met there. Mom
never talked about dad, but every so often she received a money
order from him, mom never fails to mention.

By the time I turned eleven or twelve, I had very little memories
of dad. I vaguely remembered the guy who used to yell at us all
the time and who got up in the morning holding a beer can. I
can’t say whether or not I missed having him, but since mom tried
her best to keep us all fed by working at the nearby factory, I
didn’t have much to complain about, even though I felt bad and
sorry for mom.
True, we didn’t have fancy clothes, toys, money to go to the
movies, but we managed. I wore past me down boy’s cloths and I
didn’t complain or knew enough to complain. We all got the same
hair cut from mom, with the hair trimmer that she got from
someone. I didn’t complain, even though I looked more like my
brothers with short military style haircut. I probably didn’t
know how to complain.
It wasn’t only the haircut and boy’s clothes that I wore made me
looks like another boy, it was my behavior and attitude too. I
spoke like my brothers; I acted like them and behaved like them.
Especially, since I was very close to my brother Matt, I began to
imitate him by the time I was about eight or nine. By the time I
was about twelve, the only different between me and Matt was that
he was few inches taller than me and I had pair of budding
breasts that were still too small to show under baggy shirts that
I wore, yet they were prominent when I wore a tight shirt. Sure,
I was little more reserved and shy than them, but I felt like I
was one of the boys then.

I liked hanging out with Matt a lot since he always protected me
and liked my company.  Matt, unlike the eldest brother James who
excelled in studies but was much reserved, He was very athletic,
handsome and sometime little violent. He played both football and
baseball at school and he was popular among other boys, but girls
perhaps had mixed emotions about him because they saw him as a
bully from a bad part of the city.

Since mom worked the swing shift, we took turns caring for Peter
and Paul, but on most evenings, James sat for them when Matt and
I went to the park to play. Thinking back, it was on one of such
occasions that it all started.

That day while walking through the woods to get to the park and I
had a sudden urge to pee. I have seen Matt taking a step or two
from the path to take a leek and I have done the same when I was
alone, but never done so when I was with another person. But that
day the urge was sudden and acute.

“Matt wait, I want to pee before we get to the playground” I said
and immediately stepped into the woods and squat down dropping my
shorts below the knees. As I was lifting my pants up, I noticed
Matt staring right into my pussy, which was most likely visible
from where he was standing.

Few days later when Matt stopped to take a leek, he asked if I
was going to pee as well. Although I had no real urge at that
time, I decided it was best that I pee before going to the park.
By the time I walked behind a tree to hide from him, Matt had
already finished his business and walked in front of me to watch
me pee. I didn’t think of it as much of a deal, since Matt was my
brother and my best friend. Then as the time went by, it became a
normal activity for us to stop to pee, before heading to the park
and I found myself staring at his dick as he looked down into my
peephole when we peed together. It was probably due to curiosity
and not planned as such. Matt stood at a place that I can watch
him pee, while being able to watch me. Thinking about our
innocent plays, I think that I enjoyed looking at my brother’s
dick as much as he enjoyed looking at my then hairless pussy. I
wasn’t an exhibitionist in anyway, but I showed much as my pubic
to him as possible without being obvious, enjoying that he was
dying to see more of it.

The day that I fell off the swing and landed on my chest at the
playground, I almost cried feeling pain. Matt didn’t see me fall,
but knew something was wrong when he saw dirt all over front of
my clothes. He asked if I was ok as we walked home. I said that I
was ok and went on to describe what happened.  Matt looked
concerned, he glance at my knees where I had few bruises, my
shirt where I had dirt marks first, then arched his back to check
my knees.

“Just few scratches, that’s all” he said grazing to remove dirt
so that he can take a closer look. His hand moved up, under my
shorts caressing my thighs then casually he stared at my knees.
It felt strange, but good when my brother creased my thighs
gently up and down examining my bruises. I didn’t think it was
naughty, but I felt weird, and I remember looking around in woods
to see if we were watched as he tenderly rubbed my thighs.

“Are you hurt anywhere else?” Matt asked slowly getting up. He
seemed concern.

“My chest, but it doesn’t hurt anymore” I replied as his eyes
glued to middle of my shirt.

“Let me see if you have any scratches or bruisers” Matt said
quickly, then holding from the hem of my shirt, he raised it
exposing my chest. His hands didn’t stop there; they softly
circled my breasts looking for any scratches, that weren’t there.


“No, you are ok, no scratches” He said but his hands didn’t stop
and I noticed a strange glaze in his eyes that didn’t leave my
chest for a good while.

“You better wash that shirt before the dirt gets absorbed to it”
Matt finally said as he let my shirt drop down and again we
started on our feet to get home.

That day, I served dinner as soon as we got home since both Peter
and Paul were hungry. It was my normal chore when mom wasn’t home
anyway. Once I finished cleaning the kitchen, I took my shower
and changed into clean oversize T-shirt that I used as a
nightgown. When I return to the living room, four brothers were
there watching TV. Before joining them, I decided to wash my
dirty clothes, especially the once with dirt from playground
incidentl. When I got to the garage where the washer and dryer
were, I found that both machines were full of clothes. Whoever
washed and dried clothes, didn’t empty the dryer and whoever
followed to wash, didn’t bother either. Leaving  the clothe
basket, I returned to the living room to yell at my siblings for
not unloading washer and dryer, then returned to fold clothes
from the dryer to make room for the load in the washer.

When I gingerly started to unload the dryer and fold the laundry,
Matt entered the garage apologizing for not unloading it.

“I was going to folder laundry, but they are all moms’ clothes,
so I let them be. Do you need any help” He asked since James,
Matt and I shared the laundry duties.

“No, I am almost done” I said being still upset, without
troubling to look at him and went on with the task.

“Your knees, are they less hurt now?” He asked standing behind
me.

“They are ok now” I said, again not turning around to look.

“Let me see” He said kneeling behind me, turning his head around
to see my slightly scratched knees. His hands touched each knee
tenderly, and then brushed them up and down, just as he had done
in the woods. Then each rub went little higher, soon he was
caressing the length of my front thighs.  It felt good. It felt
really good having set of hands rubbing your thighs, gently up
and down. But I didn’t show any emotions what so ever and let him
rub as he wished while I was folding the laundry.

When I had the entire dryer unloaded and went on to unload the
washer, Matt made room for me by moving a step back, but soon his
hands went to caress my thighs again, both front and back. I was
no longer upset by then. So, I giggled as I felt ticklish when
his hands rubbed inner thighs, but managed to restraint myself
from leading him on.
Matt didn’t leave as I expected once I had the washer unloaded.
Instead he stood up behind and asked if my chest was ok. By then,
I knew his motive. Although I sensed where Matt was heading with
his line of questioning, it made me feel impish in some way.

“They don’t hurt any more than they usually do” I said chuckling.
Matt’s hands immediately cupped my small breasts, leaning behind
to press his groin onto my butt. My breasts were softly massaged
and my nipples were gently squeezed while his groin pressed
firmly against my butt.

“Maybe there is some swelling… Are you sure you didn’t hit
anything when you landed on the ground?” Matt asked, that somehow
I expected when he continuously fondle my breasts. Then he raised
my shirt over my breasts and this time he had his hands cupping
my bare mounds. His hands worked rapidly, squeezing and circling
my nipples. His hands felt warm and strong. I felt hot and sweaty
as I sensed some saturation between my legs. Not to mention his
groin. Even being young and naïve, I knew enough to know about
hard-ons that boys get to recognize what was pressing against my
butt was most likely my brother’s stiff dick. His clothe covered
groin rubbed on my butt while he kept his handy work with his
hands. I heard a sigh, and then he immediately parted and left
saying “Time to hit the shower”

Occurrence that day paved the way to many more encounters that I
began to enjoy. Whenever I was alone, Matt grabbed me, touched me
and rubbed me all over.  I secretly began to look for him and
find opportunities to be alone with him, hoping that he would
find me to hold me tight against him and touch me with his strong
hands. Rubbing of his crouch against my body also became part of
the play, but Matt stopped short of letting his dick out or
removing my panties. Same cannot be said about my breasts. He
always had his hands on them and often raised my shirt to get a
good glimpse. He always played with my breasts giving me the
impression that he adored them. I liked that very much and I
often looked into his eyes as he paid tribute to my still
developing breasts proudly.
One day, he held me in the kitchen, poked, and pumped his dick on
me as usual. After several minutes, he kept at it without slowing
down or letting me loose from his hold. The longer he did that,
harder his dick felt on my rear. When he finally removed his hand
from by waist, his body remained still pressed against me. That’s
when I realized he took his hands off my waist so that he could
cup one of my breasts as usual with one and snuck the other in
front of my shorts to unbutton it. I became frightened at the
speed that he progressed and felt that he was looking for a new
adventure, but I didn’t move. His hand had my shorts unbuttoned
and lowered enough to cup my pussy while he fondled my breasts
with the other. No words were spoken, but I knew Matt was getting
near the forbidden territory, yet it felt right.

Then he stopped suddenly and stepped back. It was the first time
that he had touched my pussy since we were very young children.
Matt touching my pussy had definite effect on me that was too
weird explain, my body reacted with a sensation that was totally
different, new and I secretly wished that he kept at it for
longer even though I knew it was wrong.  The feeling was ‘I love
what you are doing, but too scared to let you go on’ kind of
feeling.

Without turning to look back at my brother, I lifted up my shorts
and buttoned up. Then I turned and walked out of the house to get
to the playground. Matt followed and we walked together as
nothing happened few minutes ago in the kitchen. But I noticed
his hand in the front pocket kept rubbing his dick beneath his
shorts.

When we reached middle of the woods, Matt stopped and asked me to
follow him saying “Follow me, I want to show you something” and
left the path leaving into an area full of trees and shrubs. He
looked around, stayed facing me, studied me from head to toe and
said;

“Do you want to see something that you haven’t seen before” with
a huge grin on his face.

“Sure” I replied not knowing what he had in mind. He looked at me
again, smiled and waited looking into my eyes as I waited to see
what he had to show. Suddenly, he became uneasy. He looked around
again and again. Looked at me, then looked down. Then in a quick
move, he unzipped and pulled his pants along with his underwear
down to his ankles. I was speechless. I stood there dumfounded
looking at his erection that swayed up and down pointed towards
me.

Matt sighs and asked “Have you seen a boy’s pecker before?”
I shook my head not moving my eyes from his dick that was
probably longer and thicker than I had imagined.
“Come here and touch it. You can monitor my heartbeat with it”
Matt said grabbing my hand and placing it on his dick. I was
shocked, but tried to act brave by letting my hand remain there
for few moments.
“Go ahead and touch it” Matt hissed, but his voice had some
authority and anticipation mixed.
I was suddenly staring at his very red and engorged dick. I
tentatively rubbed it with my fingers as Matt let out a sigh.

 “Your fingers are so soft. Can you make a fist around it?” He
asked almost sounding as he was begging. He left my right hand
over his dick and moved my left under his sack, looking at me in
a way that he has never looked.

I kept my hand on his balls and cock. I could feel it moving
underneath my hand, just as Matt said, it was almost as
monitoring his heartbeat with his dick. It felt so large and hot.
The skin of his cock was smooth and tight. I could feel large
veins in its length.

After brushing its length once more with my fingers, I circled my
fingers around his dick and held it squeezing it gently. Matt was
right, it felt as his dick had a life of its own. It pulsated and
jerked in my hand continuously and I noticed drop of clear liquid
dripping off its small hole at the end.

“Move your fist back and forth please” Matt cried. When I started
to move my fist, moving his foreskin gently back and forth, he
sighed, groaned and then snuck one hand under my shirt. The other
hand cupped my pussy, rubbing both simultaneously.

I was amazed how much my dear brother enjoyed my hand that moved
back and forth on his dick, provoking him, permitting his
foreskin to move, and letting his mushroom like purple head dance
in front of my eyes to the pounding it took from my fist. After a
short while when he began to squeeze my nipple harder and rub my
pussy forcefully, I knew something was just about to happen. He
groaned, his dick grew thicker in my hand and it jerked violently
before a stream of white stuff shot out of his pee hole. Then
more of it just dripped down the dick moisturizing it. I kept up
with my fist until he stopped me, smearing his gooey stuff all
over his cock.

“That was the best ever” He said breathing heavily. “I love your
hands. You made me feel like million bucks” He commented kissing
my cheeks first and then softly touched my lips with his. I felt
fabulous, knowing that I made my brother happy. After all, I
adored him. The moisture between my legs I suffered while playing
with his dick was something that I had gotten used to, since each
time Matt played with my body, I had gotten wet and hot, but more
importantly, I felt like a girl who was able to satisfy a boy
when Matt shot his load.

That incidence changed our relationship once again. After petting
me as used to, Matt took his dick out to me to massage when no
one was around. I began to love holding his dick, because I felt
bizarre and naughty at the same time holding it, while he
relentlessly explored my body making me wet between my legs, hot
and lightheaded. After Matt finish shooting his load, he always
hugged me, kissed me and told me how wonderful I was. That alone
was a huge reward for few minutes of massaging his dick and
allowing him to fondle me during the play.

Matt made a gigantic leap few weeks later. I was in the garage
again unloading the washer when he found me. Without wasting any
time, he held me from behind to feel me up. After I started the
dryer and started to load the washer, he unzipped, took his
erection out, but I smiled and asked him to wait until I was
done. With his dick already out, Matt raised my nightshirt,
placed his throbbing dick between my upper thighs and began to
rub his hard-on between my thighs. Within moments, a strange
sensation began to arouse my feelings. His dick between my
thighs, moving in and out, gently rubbing over my panty covered
pussy felt really good. Soon I found myself holding the washer
and arching my back forward allowing Matt to stroke as he wished.
He fucked vigorously between my thighs that were moist with his
pre-cum by then and his dick slipped back and forth easily,
giving me the pleasure that I had never expected.

Then he placed his hands on my outer thighs, bringing them even
closer together. Pumped in and out within, hissed something,
groaned and then collapsed to my back. His hot and sticky stuff
dripped within my thighs. It was terrific and he seemed to have
enjoyed it more than the hand job by the look on his face.

Matt dislodged his dick, took a cloth that was to be washed to
wipe it clean. Feeling my thighs covered with his sticky stuff. I
reached between my legs and felt not only my thighs, and my panty
was also soaked with his stuff, perhaps what dripped from my own
pussy aided too. Therefore, I removed my panty, cleaned my thighs
with it and threw it in the washer.

Meanwhile, Matt disappeared for minute or so and returned with a
huge grin.

“Peter and Paul are sleeping. James is in his room reading a
book” He said. I knew right away that my brother had something
else in his mind, but went on to finish loading the washer. No
sooner I had it started, Matt came and hugged me again, this time
holding me facing him. His lips pressed to mine, unlike before,
his tongue traveled on my lips, and then into my mouth. It was
different, but erotic. His hand moved quickly between my legs,
cupping my pussy. My naked pussy… Again, it was different,
because I had no panties and his hand made direct contact with my
hairless pussy. As his hand squeezed the mound and finger went
between my pussy lips, caressing within already flooded cannel,
my body buckled and I moaned in nothing but pleasure that I had
never experienced.

As I twisted and shook by body to the immense pleasure, Matt
stopped, brought both hands to my hips, lifted me off the floor
and placed me on the washer. As soon as I was on the washer, he
raised my nightshirt and parted my legs by pressing my knees
outwards. He smiled looking directly at my hairless pussy that
positioned in front of him.

“It look so beautiful” He praised as I began to feel embarrass
and blush. “Wow!” he said widening his eyes. His fingers quickly
toured all through my pubic, his fingers parted my swollen lips,
pressed between folds and slid within causing me to gasp.

Then he kissed each thigh, ran his tongue along the inner ending
at my folds. I jumped in contentment that was too much to endure.
As his tongue lapped at my folds, the washer switched to the
rinse cycle, vibrating as the tub spun, which sent me in to a
trance that was unknown and extremely satisfying. Not only had
the washer, my entire body vibrated while my brothers tongue
boogied inside my pussy. I cried in ecstasy and held Matt’s head
between my thighs as he licked away all the juice that seeped out
of my burning pussy. Within moments, my body went numb and I
stood there moaning helplessly as Matt kept licking my juice
slowly.

My body was still numb and in shock when he picked me up, stood
me up on the floor and guided me behind a pile of boxes. He
kissed me again, very enthusiastically while fondling my breasts.
As he explored me, he became impatient and aggressive unlike
before. I was still light headed when he parted my legs and
placed his dick that had become hard again between my pussy lips.
It felt warm, hard and nothing like before inside my drenched
pussy folds. I locked my thighs to feel the utmost. Matt held on
to me and fucked as there was no tomorrow.

It felt remarkable. My body was stunned several times and felt as
being anesthetized, yet I was able to endure the pleasure that
came in waves, one after the other before he deposited more of
his sticky stuff praising me with many lovely words. Lastly Matt
collapsed, holding and still kissing me neck. After living
through the experience that was so much better than the previous
encounters, I held his dick, jerked the remaining stuff off it
and kissed the tip of it before entering the house.

“You are so beautiful sis. I love you” Matt whispered into my
ears.