Gander, My brother earned the name,we used it.
Note : This story is completely fictional!!!
I went to 10th grade looking like Barbara Eden of Genie fame. Something
in the water I guess. (9th grade I was little Nancy** frizzy hair chunky bod).
My two brothers were the barometers of my GROWTH. They started making fun of me
one Sunday as we dressed for church. No one in our house left their room without
being DRESSED. no nighties in the living room, Skirts and dresses were two
inches Below the knees. Shorts two inches above.No tight blouses or slacks,
spandex was OUT and loose jeans were for yard work only. I first received the
giggles this Sunday morning from Dalton as we met in the hall and he made a
jester of avoiding my CHEST sticking him in the arm. Hamilton ,My older brother,
just stared and blinked then smiled and patted my back.”nice rack Racine” I
looked down to see my nipples were drastic+ly pronounced. I ran and hid to tuck
them out of sight before MOM could see me. She would have me in a cast iron
corvette to cover them up. I liked my streched out A cup 32s.
Twice this year I had worn a ‘secret’ 34B-Bikini that I kept at Hoddie’s house
for use in her folks pool ,if no one was going to see me,.Now I would fill it
nicely. I went up stairs and taped my nipples down with band aids like the
Church organist had to do for the approval of the Snobby Bitch society. I was
popping out the top of the old yellowed strained bra. I dressed in a sweater
that bulked over the nasty body parts. (After Chior practice I would go to Hods
and get the white top to wear that next night to Prayer meeting) .
Dad pressed to close to me in the Chior Cloak room and got a shocked look on his
face as he apologized like a stuttering 5 th grader.I felt good inside to make
an adult feel sexual about me.(I could see his erection climb as he slipped the
Chior Robe over his head). That was two seconds before I realized my skirt and
1/2 slip were up over my tummy and my entire front was exposed to him as he
dressed to take his place on the risers. Singing was a lot of fun that day ,as I
took off my Bulky sweater , that was causing the Stacic Clinging Skirt and
slip.I took them off too, leaving me nude under the huge marone drape.[My
panties were stuffed in the sweater pocket]. I let Glenda Starks touch me on
the’ bush’, like she had tried every single Sunday since I was 8 years old. She
was persistant as heck and did it four times during this service. Once on the
Hal;ajulia Course of Rugged Cross, I hit high C for her elbow on my hump.She
even looked into the side slit to “SEE” my fuzzy darkening thatch. I felt the
surge of temptress in me, as she shook a little while we sang with her elbow
rubbing my slick little slit open to rasp on the Course cloth.I had my third
“OUT-SOURSED”climax in this life with an elbow popping over my Clitoris.
When we got home I dressed in shorts and a silky blouse WITHOUT a bra on. I Then
ran across the street to Hodsons for my white bikini top to substitute for a bra
till I could earn 20 bucks for two more real ones .Once back home, I ran in to
hide it. That was when I noticed the fresh Drywall grindings behind my Clothing
in the closet.I looked thru a hole ,into my Brothers room, where it was bright
as daylight. I went into their space and looked back in at My room it was dark
and they could only see my bed side and chest of drawers, If my light was on. I
could see their entire room except the door and this wall. I opened up thier
hole bigger, so they could see most of my room, if I moved the chest of drawers.
I did just that, put it near my door to be used when I wanted privacy.(no locks
on doors, house rules) I would have to put in a bigger light blub to make it so
they could watch me naked in the light. I made a lot of preperations for the
evening Ritual of dressing down for bed, Including a sweet potato shaped like a
penis that I had hidden in my foot locker that summer but never had the courage
to ‘really USE i’t’. I just slid it over the top of my panties or thru my
clenched thighs.It was well shined and hard as a stone. This was going to be a
wild night for someone else too. I would give them a SHOW like they had never
dreamed of. But instead I fell asleep on the closed bed in my night shirt while
waiting for them to come up to go to bed. I made a similar hole to my Folks
room, from behind my head board. Two wallboards fouled my peeking plans.But only
, For that night, I got it made all the way thru with a drill from Dads tool box
the next day, and returned it clean and smiling at him from the box of drill
bits.It was smiling because when it broke thru the wall into the adult.s bed
room, Hamilton was sitting on moms bed with some of her undies on his lap,LOPING
HIS MULE to the top of the hill.I felt my self getting itchy for some of this
same kind of snuggling.
I forgot about it that week as I consentrated on a very important paper for
Science Fair and A new boy who was mezmerizing me with his eyes. I was on the
phone as often as dad would allow it , to my friend Hoddie about ‘Ged’ my heart
throb of the year. I was about to bust with the fact he wrote me a NICE note and
left a cold 6oz little plastic vend Bottle of Berryjuice for me at my lunch
table with my name on it and his. He was a senior and ate first Wave. Now at
lunch he was sitting in the same chair as I would be thirty minuets later.I of
course saved the bottle and had it in my hand as I talked to Hoddie on the Phone
and wrote on my Science paper Genitics for the New Millinium. I rolled over on
my back to take off my skirt and panties then stood to take off my bra and a
pullover chimise blouse. My hands were sweaty causing me to drop the phone and
my Bottle . We laughed a little about it , but she made a remark about using the
little six ounce bottle as a dildo and I spazed out on her. I had already
thought about it and as we spoke It was laying between my legs warming up(I had
tried a cold sausage once,owwwie!) Now,She wanted to share this experience with
me , I stupidly agreed, She was in the house in 25 seconds ,telephone still in
her hand. We sat naked on my bed salving up the bottle and talking sexy things
about him (from our memories of others ,we SAID, we had seen), We were both
Virgins. Now,For some reason, I let her touch me, in a traded finger tips to
nipples, then she traced my dark air line down my tummy and legs automaticly
opened like church doors. Her hands worked at positioning ‘mine’ in side her ,as
well as keeping me on edge for several moments.I found my self practicing my boy
kisses with her like we did in fourth grade, dancing boy -girl and
training-kissing. (Oh sure! like we wanted to be experts when a boy tried to
make out with us). Only this time, I was looking down my chest, at her larger
ones touching tips with mine.I could see her hand’s working fingers into both of
us at the same time. A slick squirt FROM ME went out onto the carpet, She sucked
into my mouth for my tongue that tangled with hers to make her own climax rush
into our passion and pause a heart beat before slamming her long slim open
labial fleshettes around my gooie hump and laying me back on the bed to position
for her to be inside me with her clit on mine. We were lost in the cumming for a
long suspended moment, she slipped the Warm plastic bottle into me .directing it
as far as it would go with out me crying out for her to Stop! The end of our
love making was sudden ,when a vaccume formed in the bottle and it STUCK up in
me deeper than she could get a grip on the rounded bottom to retreive it out of
me. I told her it was ok and I would get it later. She rolled off of me and we
laid kissing side to side for a long time until I heard a noise, like huffing ,
It dawned on me that someone was masturbating against the closet wall. I got up
and went to the closet.She was quickly blushing and leaving, as soon as her
panties were up and I snapped her bra for her. She dressed behind me in the
bright light, giving me the first time chance to realize ,I like to look at her
even with clothes on. She kissed me good bye at the door and ran her hand up me
one last stroke, we shared the taste of it from her finger. The door swung
closed leaving me NOT alone ,,just the only one in ‘this’ room. I got as close
to the big mirror as I could ,then flipped off the stark bulb. I could see down
into Hamiltons hand, he had a fine Idea but it was slobbering down his thumb
knuckel. Did I want them to know I was loving my friend Terrice June Hodington?
Somehow it didn’t bother me at all, I snuggled with my pillow and waited for the
bottle to release it’s hold on me. When it did ,I thru back the covers, and
played like it was my GED making love to me.I liked the climaxes better with
Hoddy.
