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.