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??

