Tempted by brother Part 4 out of 8
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My parents weren’t really careful with what they watched, and I was exposed to porn real early. And before I even hit puberty I spend my time watching indecent tapes and rubbing myself against some toys. I was only five back then, and never truly understood my body’s reaction. I was caught by my mother a few times. And once realizing what I was doing was frowned upon, I realized I should keep it to myself. That’s why I had to make sure no one would catch me ever again during my personal time.
This all seemed easy enough. Until we moved in into a different apartment. I don’t know what my parents were thinking, but my brother and I had to share a room. Although we both were very much against it, and complained on numerous occasions, our parents refused to hear of it. They claimed that in their days having one’s own room was a luxury, but not a necessity and therefore my brother and I were doomed to share the bedroom.
At first, it wasn’t that bad. I used the bathroom to release my sexual tension. But soon enough, I couldn’t afford to keep running to the bathroom so often. It only resulted in my mother taking me to doctors, asking them to do something with my upset stomach.
Soon I reached puberty. Compared to most of my female friends my body took time to develop. Because of that I wasn’t very popular amongst boys in High School. However, no one knew that although my body developed slowly, my intense sexual desires were sky rocketing at the speed of light.
Moreover, the videos that used to be usually in the VCR have disappeared and I had to indulge myself in new things. On my thirteen’s birthday, when I was asked what I want, I asked for a gift card for a bookstore. My parents were delighted that I asked for such a gift. Little did they knew that soon enough I left the bookstore with incredibly detailed and dirtiest books from the store. I was smart enough to buy the ones with abstract covers that didn’t reveal the books’ content.
But with such books on my hands it was even harder to resist my urges. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body would react to the images that book would induce within me. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and rubbing their clits. Guys jerking their cocks, while watching girls strip, threesomes, orgies, gangbangs, lesbians and gays, anything and everything that would be considered sexual.
Soon I learned that by crossing my legs in a specific position, my pussy would contract and pulsate with pleasure. I used to practice this in public places, while in class, while in a library. And often my brother would catch me like that at home, but I’d quickly pretend I am exercising.
But as often as the human mind is. This wasn’t enough. My clit longed to be touched, to be stroked and rubbed. I started practicing new methods of pleasuring myself. I used to take baths, and spread my legs beneath the flow of water, letting it hit my clit, inducing great pleasure waves through my body. But even this didn’t seem enough.
The last straw was, when I’d see my brother waking up with boners. I have seen them before. But they were much easier to hide back then. Now he was all grown up and now that my puberty hit me hard, his manhood was hard to resist.
My brother and I, were never really close. In fact we had a usual teasing and making fun of each other relationship. But even that didn’t stop me from wanting him hard. I started to develop a crush on him.
Luckily enough around the time that I started crushing on him, a cute guy from my class asked me out. He was cute, not as much as my brother, but he wasn’t bad. He seemed to be interested in me, and was considered to be the hunk of our class. I was in no position to refuse. All the girls envied me, amongst them my well developed friends, which only spurge me on. Only after a week of dating, he was making intimate moves on me. Of course I should have refused him, but all the unsatisfied arousal that I had accumulated was making it hard for me to say no.
So we had sex. And it was awful. He freaked at the sight of my blood and went soft, I ended up being unsatisfied and absolutely ungrateful. I have never wanted to do something like that ever again. And the next thing I knew the whole class was making fun of me. So I ended up feeling taken advantage of and humiliated to the core.
Not only did I never wanted to have sex again, I decided that I’d never undress in front of another guy again. After that, I went back to overindulging myself in my books and my “Biology” notebook, and touching myself at any private moment I had. But that only built the tension back up, soon enough it got real bad.
This all seemed easy enough. Until we moved in into a different apartment. I don’t know what my parents were thinking, but my brother and I had to share a room. Although we both were very much against it, and complained on numerous occasions, our parents refused to hear of it. They claimed that in their days having one’s own room was a luxury, but not a necessity and therefore my brother and I were doomed to share the bedroom.
At first, it wasn’t that bad. I used the bathroom to release my sexual tension. But soon enough, I couldn’t afford to keep running to the bathroom so often. It only resulted in my mother taking me to doctors, asking them to do something with my upset stomach.
Soon I reached puberty. Compared to most of my female friends my body took time to develop. Because of that I wasn’t very popular amongst boys in High School. However, no one knew that although my body developed slowly, my intense sexual desires were sky rocketing at the speed of light.
Moreover, the videos that used to be usually in the VCR have disappeared and I had to indulge myself in new things. On my thirteen’s birthday, when I was asked what I want, I asked for a gift card for a bookstore. My parents were delighted that I asked for such a gift. Little did they knew that soon enough I left the bookstore with incredibly detailed and dirtiest books from the store. I was smart enough to buy the ones with abstract covers that didn’t reveal the books’ content.
But with such books on my hands it was even harder to resist my urges. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body would react to the images that book would induce within me. And although my imagination was very creative and detailed, I wanted visual cues. So soon enough I had a notebook, marked “Biology” as a subject, with all kinds of crazy drawings I would come up with. Girls bending over, men having their ways with them. Girls inserting things into their cunts, assholes and rubbing their clits. Guys jerking their cocks, while watching girls strip, threesomes, orgies, gangbangs, lesbians and gays, anything and everything that would be considered sexual.
Soon I learned that by crossing my legs in a specific position, my pussy would contract and pulsate with pleasure. I used to practice this in public places, while in class, while in a library. And often my brother would catch me like that at home, but I’d quickly pretend I am exercising.
But as often as the human mind is. This wasn’t enough. My clit longed to be touched, to be stroked and rubbed. I started practicing new methods of pleasuring myself. I used to take baths, and spread my legs beneath the flow of water, letting it hit my clit, inducing great pleasure waves through my body. But even this didn’t seem enough.
The last straw was, when I’d see my brother waking up with boners. I have seen them before. But they were much easier to hide back then. Now he was all grown up and now that my puberty hit me hard, his manhood was hard to resist.
My brother and I, were never really close. In fact we had a usual teasing and making fun of each other relationship. But even that didn’t stop me from wanting him hard. I started to develop a crush on him.
Luckily enough around the time that I started crushing on him, a cute guy from my class asked me out. He was cute, not as much as my brother, but he wasn’t bad. He seemed to be interested in me, and was considered to be the hunk of our class. I was in no position to refuse. All the girls envied me, amongst them my well developed friends, which only spurge me on. Only after a week of dating, he was making intimate moves on me. Of course I should have refused him, but all the unsatisfied arousal that I had accumulated was making it hard for me to say no.
So we had sex. And it was awful. He freaked at the sight of my blood and went soft, I ended up being unsatisfied and absolutely ungrateful. I have never wanted to do something like that ever again. And the next thing I knew the whole class was making fun of me. So I ended up feeling taken advantage of and humiliated to the core.
Not only did I never wanted to have sex again, I decided that I’d never undress in front of another guy again. After that, I went back to overindulging myself in my books and my “Biology” notebook, and touching myself at any private moment I had. But that only built the tension back up, soon enough it got real bad.
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