My Brother and Me 4
My Brother And Me Up until I was ten and my brother was twelve we slept in the same bedroom but in different beds. At that time Mom made Dad put a wall between us. He put up just a cheap two by two frame with cheap paneling over both sides. I could hear everything right through it, even when he burped or farted. When I was eleven and started growing my tits I was very excited about them and played with them constantly. I noticed my brother was attracted to them too. Every once in a...