I stood with my eye, up against the crack in the bathroom door, My eleven year old brother, naked, legs apart in the bathroom, on the other side looking into the full length mirror, as he jerked off. His face was bright red, his cock, deep purple, his hand slid up and back on the shaft while his other hand wrapped around his balls as he worked himself closer to shooting. My hand pushed down between my belly and my panties until two fingers nested in between my little slit. I was six years old.

Stephen, grunted as his cum shot out of his cock. He was real close to the mirror and I knew that the gobs of cum splashed and splattered against the mirror's surface. I had seen the hastily wiped away tell-tale marks on the mirror in the past.

This time, I would be ready.

"Stephen! Get out of the bathroom fast!" I shouted as loud as I could.

"Dammit, Sis!" "Can't it wait?" But he knew it could not. I had carefully planted in everyone's mind that I had terrible diarrhea, "the squirts," in fact.

"No!" I screamed, "it can't wait!" My brother, clutching a towel draped around his waist with one hand, ran out of the bathroom, tripping as it slid down his little butt. I smiled at the glimpse of his little white "bunny tail" ass as I slammed and locked the bathroom door.

My plan worked. The big gobs and smaller splashes of cum were slowly sliding down the mirror's surface. Without hesitation, I lay my tongue and lips against the mirror licking and drinking in my brother's still warm jiz.

I watched myself as I rolled the cum around my mouth, letting it fall back on the mirror and them kissing the sticky splashes until I finally swallowed the entire mess of salty, bittersweet cum down my throat.

I squatted on the toilet bowl as I always did, feet on the edge of the porcelain, playing with my pussy. Overcome by that warm feeling, not exactly an orgasm, but not without satisfaction, peed into the bowl, putting my fingers in the stream and licking them while leaning on the back of the tank so my piss would not splash all over the floor.

Later, when I saw my brother in the living room, I said, "Don't worry, I cleaned up your mess." He turned beet red and dropping his game controller jumped up and left the room.

"What did you say to him Susan?" my mother said, with that special, patented by parents, sigh.

"Nothing mother," I answered. "You know how Stephen is now that he's a 'man.'"

"What do you mean? she asked.

"Oh, come on, Mother. Can't you see the hair growing on his palms?" I giggled.

"What do you know about that? For heaven's sake you're only six. Has he been exposing himself to you?"

I regretted the rift that developed between my brother and me after he started ejaculating. We used to crawl into each other's beds,often and snuggled each other, he, rubbing my "girl parts" as I rubbed his "boy parts." We had no shame, no hesitation, but realizing we could keep secrets, we did.

I loved it when he slid his spit-moistened fingers from my little hairless slit back to my little butt hole. He soon learned that I loved it when his fingers, first one than later on two, pushed into my bottom. I wiggled my little bubble butt so that his fingers would go deeper. I got Stephen to push his fingers in and out as I delightedly moaned.

"Rub my pussy too," I whispered. I directed his free hand toward my hungry slit. My backed arched his fingers playing on me like a musical instrument I would lapse into the warm sweet place I could go to since I was a tiny girl.

We would sleep together, arm and arm, until I would wake up and begin to play with my brother. I loved to put my warm mouth around his soft cock, as he lay sleeping, feeling it grow hard and filling up my mouth until I could no longer keep my tongue off it. Then I would gently suck his dick, up and down until my nose rested on the bottom of his little belly. I never had any trouble with deep throating him. With my thumb and forefinger I would circle his little ball sack using the next two fingers to tickle his little brown butt hole.

When I was only three, I would get into the tub while he bathed and poo in the bath water. At first he got very pissed off and screamed for our mom to get me the hell out of his bath. She would lift me out as I giggled uncontrollably, making my mother begin to laugh and even my brother smiling.

We both learned to poop in the toilet by standing on the sides of the bowl. My brother and I both did so in front of one another without hesitation, my mother having read that it was the healthy way to move one's bowels. For us it was fun to watch each other's poop slide, pop or snake out.

So I felt really bad, when after my brother started to cum, he got all embarrassed and private toward me. I felt sad and betrayed.

Later that night, as I lay in bed, having left my mother in a quandary as to my carnal knowledge, I lazily played with my pussy, spitting on my fingers and them gently rubbing my little twat as I remember how I enjoyed, yes that's the word, my "premature" introduction to sex.

Turning three, my mother got all nostalgic about having taken "ballet" lessons. So she enrolled me in a class with a Miss Hubbert. There were at first. about 5 of little girls dressed in pink and yellow baby leotards and tutus. The teacher insisted that we were potty trained, but of course, accidents would from time to time occur.

As we would get real sweaty in Miss Hubbert's studio, there being no air conditioning, or it was not working, we little ballerinas would take a bath in the teacher's bathtub. All five of us, later four would climb into the bath together, soap each other, often tickle each other and have a great time.

I did not realize it at the time but the ballet teacher was taping our bath time. She videoed our dance sessions, (a great tool for teaching, she said) so we did not even think about the camera.

I remember letting my fingers wander toward another girl's pussy, sometimes to be pushed away, but often not. One girl, tall brown and very beautiful, would always get close to me. Her hands would wander over my body under water. Sometimes it tickled, but often would make me feel very good. Cassie, was her name, soon became my best friend, I was short, pale with big red curls, skinny, but with a little round bottom, she, tall and with tight braids in her black hair.

Somehow my teacher convinced my mother and Cassie's mom to let us do a weekend sleep over. We were to have special lessons, because we were so "good."

"I want you to do a lesson nude, girls." Miss Hubbert, with a strange hungry look in her eyes, said. "I'll film it. It's the best way to learn how to control your bodies and correct mistakes." Cassie and I were delighted to comply. We danced, took breaks, danced, had lunch and danced some more. All without clothes.

Afterwards, still naked, we went into the teacher's office where she had a very big TV set and watched ourselves dance. I did not know it then, but Cassie was a much better dancer than I was. Still warm and comfy, we had dinner, enjoying the novelty of eating in the nude.

"Super secret, girls," Miss Hubbert explained. "We mustn't tell anyone, even our family how we practice in the nude. It's why we are able to train you to be better dancers than any other school." She made us pinkie swear as well as scaring us with predictions of never seeing our mothers again if we told. I'd already learned not to tell my mom everything I did or wanted to do because she would lose it and ground me for a whole day. Being a happy kid, I easily bounced back from my mother's moods.

Bath time came and Cassie and I got into the tub. It was nice not to have to peel off damp leotards and scratchy tutus.

"Since it's just you two, I'm going to bathe with you." Miss Hubbert said. We both watched with open mouths as she peeled out of her jeans and removed her top. She was slim with small titties, but big nipples. She started to get in the tub with her panties still on, but both Cassie and I protested, so she took them off. She had a little puff of hair above her slit. Not like my mother's who did not trim her pussy hair.

After settling in we began to wash each other. Cassie washed me, her long fingers hidden by the soapy water, found my pussy and as I shifted around, my little bottom hole. I washed teacher's back and as she twisted around to wash Cassie, I soaped he titties and rubbed suds on her taut belly. She jumped a bit when my little fingers reached her pussy. But then, arching her back a bit, and closing her eyes, moved her pussy in range of my fingers. I gently parted her lips and rubbed her with my forefinger. She took my hand and pressed it against a big bump just at the top of her slit. I later found out the bump was called a "clit."

Cassie was so taken by watching me rubbing our teacher's pussy that she didn't take her thumbs out of my butt hole. But I took no notice. Later we all got into our teacher's big bed. Miss Hubbert video taped us as she had Cassie get on top of me and tonguing my pussy while grinding her own into my face. We licked each other for the longest time, moaning and wigging back and forth while our teacher, one hand on her own pussy, the other holding the camera, whispered encouragement.

After mounting the camera on a tripod, Miss Hubbert lay on the bed and let me lick her pussy oozing with juices. Cassie was also between her legs running her little tongue around the teacher's puckered butt hole. We traded places several times until she shuddered and moaned "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I didn't really know what was going on at the time, but I felt Miss Hubbert trembling. She sighed contentedly as we, each in our dance teacher's arms, fell asleep.