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 The trouble with brothers... By PedagogP

   At eleven years and two months old , I thought that I already knew most
of what life had to offer.  A confident and carefree girl, I had been
raised with certain expectations about my future, including the idea that
my family were of good standing in our community, so I should meet and
(eventually marry) a decent man and... oh wait a minute... I was going to
tell you something important about the reason for my story here, and I got
a bit sidetracked... yada yada yada.

   So - This is a story about how me and my older brother very nearly
messed things up, because no-one had told us what was allowed and what
wasn't - let me explain:

   Yesterday we were sitting in the sun-lounge, watching some dumb tv
programme about dolphins and whales.  I'd stretched out as usual on the
sofa whilst Andy, a year and a half older than me but still only a boy, had
come in a few minutes after me and squished up next to me.  I had to move
my legs so he could sit back and I remember thinking, "I bet he can see my
pants" as I lay there.  Anyway, after a few minutes, Andy started to stroke
my legs, which I liked, so I kind of purred like a cat and he continued,
apparently absent mindedly, whilst we watched the telly.

   Next thing I notice Andy's fingers moving gradually toward my thighs and
then slowly, almost imperceptibly toward the top of my legs.  He made soft
stroking moves which felt very nice, and I shifted my legs so that he could
reach my inner thigh.  Needless to say I was now not paying much attention
to the tv!  All of my attention was on Andy's fingers, although I noticed
that both his and my breathing had become somewhat deeper and stilted.  His
fingers were now dancing playfully at a level with my bum, and I lifted my
hips so Andy could move my school skirt up around my waist.

   Andy squirmed at the end of the sofa and kind of shuffled underneath me,
past my knees, so I was now lying over him - me in my school uniform (now
flagrantly round my waist) and him in his soccer shorts and top.  I
wondered if he would go further than the last time we'd played this game,
nothing spoken of course, when he'd brushed his finger tips lightly over my
`place'.  Now I could sense him hesitating (so it seemed) when he must have
noticed the heat coming from right between my legs.  Then, next thing you
know, Mum had shouted us in for dinner, which was just as well, because I'm
sure Andy would have said something about the incredible surge of wetness
that had appeared suddenly between my legs.  I got up, smoothed my skirt
back down and sauntered into the dining room.

   I'd noticed in the last few months how things were different `down
there'.  Since I turned 10 and had a growth spurt, my body had begun to
change, with strands of soft and downy hair starting to appear over my
front place and (especially when I thought about certain boys) a kind of
sticky wetness coming.  I'd also discovered how nice it was to rub down
there, gently and steadily at first until the funny feeling got way
stronger and, and ....  well you know what I mean!  Anyway, back to the
story...!

   We were upstairs in my room and it was the summer vacation..  Andy was
just back from soccer practice, all sweaty and fired up.  He asked what I'd
been doing all day and then sat on my bed.

   "Do you want a back massage?" he asked, innocently enough (apparently).

   "OK" I said, knowing of course that the question wasn't really anything
to do with Andy giving me a massage - No, I'm not stupid, so I knew that
what he was really asking was "can I cop a feel?!!"- my breasts had begun
to bud when I was 10 and I was already in my second training bra, so I
understood that boys (including my bro) may well be interested in my
developing body.  Mum had always been matter of fact about the facts of
life and, although we never talked about sex as a family, I was aware
enough about the differences between boys and girls.  I had noticed
recently that both Andy and me were more secretive about the time we spent
in our rooms and I guessed that if I was already old enough to play with
myself, the chances were that Andy too was pulling his pecker behind closed
doors.

   I slipped off my T-shirt and laid face down on the bed.  Andy climbed up
on top of me and straddled my back, then clumsily undid the catch to my bra
and started to knead my shoulders, ribcage and lower back.  I guess I
started to drift off a bit, cos the next thing I remember was Andy shifting
down the bed and starting to tug at the waistband of my jeans, partly
exposing my buttocks.

   "Shall I do your legs, Katie?" breathed Andy.

   "OK, yeah!" I replied - almost too fast, feeling a tingle of
anticipation building in my tummy.  I undid my jeans button and fly and
raised my hips whilst Andy jumped off to the side of the bed and helped me
tug them over my ankles.  When he climbed back onto the bed and sat facing
my feet, I noticed Andy was also down to his boxers.  So there we were, me
naked except for a skimpy pair of panties and my 13 year old brother riding
me in his underwear.  If anyone had walked in it would have been very hard
to explain what was going on in anything other than sexual terms!

   "You have nice legs," said my brother.  "Shut up!" I hissed back at him.

   And off went his hands and fingers on their travels; starting on my bum
through my panties, down the outside of my legs (causing me to shiver,
though in a very nice way!), down onto my calves and then slowly, ever so
slowly making little circles, back up, up, UP towards the back of my
thighs. I felt my bum tighten as he reached the inner curve at the top of
my legs.  Now he shifted position so he was facing up the bed, sitting
between my legs and gently caressing the side of my body, he eased my legs
a little further apart.  God I felt hot and liquid down there!!

   Again I could sense his breathing becoming more intense and I just knew
he was staring at the damp spot in my knickers, tormented by his hormones
and desperate to find out the secrets of what lay behind the cloth...So
when he reached up and took hold of the waistband of my panties, it seemed
quite natural to raise my hips to give him a better hold.  That, of course,
seemed to signal that he should start to pull my pants down and with a sigh
he began to expose by bottom.  I wriggled my legs as he pushed and pulled
my panties over my hips, and I decided to tease him a little, so said,
"Oi!" Straight away he retorted, "Well take them off then..." The words
hung in the air for a few seconds and I wondered what might happen either
way, if I did or if I didn't.  Slowly, my hands reached down and pushed my
knickers until they reached my knees.  I looked down and saw they were wet
and sticky at the crotch.  "I can't reach any further," I said, and Andy
leaned over and completed their journey down my legs, over my ankles and
onto the floor.  "No going back now,"!  I thought!

   I caught sight of Andy's face -red and flushed.  This was turning into
something a lot more than a back massage!  My tummy felt like it might
explode at any time and I could think of nothing other than the fact that
Andy's face was no more than 12 inches away from my wet and open slit!

   "Take yours off too," I said.  "' `s only fair!".  Andy jumped down and
there was a rustling sound as his boxers slid off his body onto the floor.
At 18 months older than me, Andy was just beginning to lose his boyishness
and develop into a young man.  He had a sprouting of dark hair on his balls
and my goodness, he was certainly going to please the ladies!!  He climbed
back onto the bed and over my legs, straddling me in his nakedness.  I felt
the hot slap of his boy toy on the small of my back.  It felt strangely
hard, yet soft and velvety at the same time..

   Without saying anything he again started to stroke my back and buttocks
and legs, moving much fast this time to my hot spot.  As his fingers
reached my slit I instinctively moved my legs apart once again, then
twitched with pleasure and shock as Andy probed my pussy lips with his
finger tips.  With a slow movement, my brother spread my juices up towards
my tummy and I nearly let out a yelp with the sheer pleasure of being
touched how I'd never been touched before.  "Mmmmmm" I murmured, which I
suppose he took as another signal, as he immediately bathed two fingers in
my wetness and slipped the deep into my hole.  God this felt incredible!

   My shoulders started to shake as I eased myself up onto my elbows so
that I could move my hips up and down against Andy's probing hands..

   Suddenly, Andy flopped down onto the bed and onto his back.  "Turn over
and lie on your back," he said.  I followed the instruction and waited to
see what would happen next.  I didn't have to wait long, as Andy reached
over and cupped my wetness with his right hand, letting my juices flow
freely between his fingers.  Next he moved closer to me and, laying on his
side, positioned himself so his dick was pointing right at my cunny.  I
raised my leg and Andy moved his cock right up close next to me, and he
rubbed my sex juice up and down his shaft..

   There was the thud of the front door banging shut.  "Is anybody home?"
shouted Mum, from downstairs.

   "SHIT!!" we said in unison!  Andy shot up off the bed, grabbed his
clothes and ran to the bathroom.  I just managed to get my bathrobe on as
Mum reached the top of the stairs and came into my room.  "I'm waiting to
have a bath, Mum," I said, as nonchalantly as possible, "But Andy has been
in there ages since his football practice." "Andy!!" shouted Mum, "Get a
move on, you are keeping Katie waiting" she scolded.  "Yes Mum" I thought,
"you could say that again!!"

   To be continued??