Hi. This is my attempt at writing down my childhood experiences. It's a slow start, but I think the back story is really important. It happened over a number of years, and a lot of the incidents were small, and hardly worth mentioning, but I see it as a domino effect type of thing. One event leads on to the next. Anyway, let me know what you think...

This is the story of how I grew up with four brothers and how they used and abused me for their own amusement and pleasure over a number of years. I won't pretend that I didn't enjoy much of it, because I did, but there were some dark times in there too. There's a lot of build-up to why and how things happened, so you'll have to bear with me. My brothers didn't just come into my room one night and fuck me - that only happens in stories.

Okay, this is mostly true. I've changed the names of my brothers, and I'm a little shaky on some of the exact details and the chronology, but I'll muddle through as best as I can. Obviously the sexual details won't be perfect, but it's part autobiography and part sex story,, so I make no apologies for that. Anyway, this is about the things that happened and how I felt about it at the time.

I was 11, I think, when it started, but I might have been slightly younger. I had four brothers and one sister. It was my sister getting pregnant and being kicked out of the house by my Dad that shaped the ways things would go from there. Sarah was just 15 when she became pregnant. Even though she was my only sister and we shared a room, I don't remember us being close and I don't remember being aware that she was seeing boys or anything like that. I learned later that the father of the baby was an exchange student over here from Italy. I also learned later that it wasn't my sister's first time, and that it apparently didn't take much to get her to spread her legs. She was slightly chubby and plain-looking, and I think she probably lacked confidence. I have a vague feeling/memory that Dad loved me more than her and that may have contributed to her need to look elsewhere for the affection she wasn't getting at home. I might be wrong, of course - I'm not a psychologist.

So Sarah got pregnant and Dad kicked her out. She went to live with an aunt and uncle down on the coast and that was that. I don't think I knew all the details back then, but I knew my sister had gone and it meant I had my own room at last. That little detail alone would contribute to much of what was to follow.

I had four brothers. When I was 11, Danny would have been 14, Ben was 13, Martin (my twin) was 11 (of course) and George was the baby of the family and was 8. We had a dog and two rabbits too. Dad was an electrician and Mum had a part-time job in a cafe. We lived in a three-bedroom house, but had converted a downstairs room into a fourth bedroom. This, being the smallest of the four bedrooms, eventually became my room. Danny and Ben shared one room, Martin and George another, with my parents in the big bedroom.

Apart from getting me my own room, my sister's departure had another crucial outcome. I was probably already 'Daddy's Little Angel' but after Sarah's unexpected and unwanted pregnancy, Dad became even more protective of me. I guess he didn't want me getting knocked up too. Basically, I became a prisoner in my own home. I was told to come straight home from school and I wasn't allowed out, unless it was with
the family. The knock-on effect of this was that I became very close to Ben.

Ben was 13 and a bit of a loner. My other brothers were out-going and had lots of friends, but Ben kept pretty much to himself. He was a bit chubby and had bad skin, and spent much of his time indoors, in his room, with his computer games and comics and his sci-fi books. He was quite good-looking but lacked confidence and didn't make friends easily. Now that I was at home a lot more, I found myself spending more and more time with Ben.

I always liked Ben anyway. He was smart and funny and we played a lot together when we were kids. Again, it was probably because he didn't go out as much as the others. I started hanging out in his room, and he got me interested in sci-fi and comics and computer games (even though I was useless). When the others came in, me and Ben would go to my room and hang out, as Danny would invariably listen to his heavy metal music, which I hated. We used to make up stories together, where we'd take it in turns to add to the story. Even back then, Ben would occasionally add 'naughty' bits to the stories, such as girls showing their panties or having their bottoms spanked, or stuff like that. It was all pretty innocent, but it would make me laugh and I think he was encouraging me to be equally naughty.

I don't know how long it was before Ben started sneaking into my room in the night, after everyone else was asleep. I know that sometimes I would wait up for him and sometimes he'd have to wake me up. I think it probably happened four or five nights a week. We'd sit on the bed in the dark and talk and mess about. We were practically inseperable by then. I still had friends at school, but Ben was probably my best friend back then. I'm not sure what we did or how long we stayed up those nights, but it went on for some time. Then, one night, we kissed. I don't know who initiated it but I remember it was during one of our late night sessions. Ben, of course, was as inexperienced as I was, so it wasn't great, but we kissed quite regularly after that and gradually got better at it.

I don't know if Ben was in love with me. I think he was. I think his feelings for me were much greater than I imagined at the time. I think he both loved me and lusted after me. At the time, though, I was naive and probably too young to see what was right in front of me. Like I say, we kissed, but only ever at night, in my room, when everyone else was asleep. After school, in his room, things took a different turn. Again I'm not sure of the chronology. This might have happened before the kissing.
Anyway, Ben started wrestling me. I should say that with four boys in the house, wrestling was a regular thing, and I sometimes got involved too, though most of that was when I was much younger. So we started wrestling on Ben's bed. Ben was bigger and stronger than me, of course, and could overpower me easily, but he acted like I was winning sometimes, even though he always won in the end. Invariably, he would
end up straddling me, with either my arms pinned above my head or down by my sides, held in place by his knees. He always dragged the wrestling out, so by the time I was beaten, we were both puffed out. Well. I was anyway.

Well, that's the first bit out of the way. I'll be adding more as I write it.

 

Great beginning,looking fwd to more

 

Keep it going, dear. EMPRESS RATED 10 ALREADY

 

Brava. Excellent story-telling!

 

You already know what I think.

 

Nice

Good start. Waiting for more.

 

very good so far

 

I like it, keep it going.. very interested.

 

Part 2.

It's obvious now, with hindsight, that Ben initiated the wrestling so that he could get closer to me physically. Back then, being naive, I thought it was just a bit of harmless fun. between a brother and sister. Wrestling gradually became a regular thing between us, and he'd find any excuse to attack me. When he'd overpowered me and pinned me down, he started doing things, like pinching my nose or lightly slapping my face or putting things up my nose, including his fingers. All the while he was gently taunting me. It was a show of power over his vanquished victim, letting me know how helpless I was. The grossest thing he did was to let his spit dribble down, aiming for my mouth. I'd always turn my head away just in time and his spit would land on my cheek. Yuck. It sounds horrible now, but I was often giggling as he did these things to me, and I don't remember ever being annoyed or angry with him.

I started to notice, as the weeks went by, that Ben would often touch me in places he'd never touched me before while we were wrestling. His hands would linger on my tiny tits or he'd 'accidentally' touch between my legs. I never said anything. Like I say, I assumed it was accidental at first, but it became more of a regular occurrence. Even when I became aware of it, I only occasionally chided him about it, and then always in a jokey way. I don't know if he would have stopped if I'd expressed genuine concern about what he was doing, but I never did and I think it encouraged him to go further. So he did.

I remember when he had me pinned down one time and he acted like he'd noticed my little tits for the first time, as if they'd just suddenly appeared.

"What do we have here?" he asked, smiling, feeling my tits through my blouse. "What are these little bumps? I think we'd better take a look."

I was helpless as he started unbuttoning my blouse, doing it slowly, taking his time. I'm sure he was as nervous as I was. Maybe, by doing it slowly, he was giving me a chance to say something to stop him, but I didn't say anything. My silence must have been like an invitation to carry on, and he did. I didn't wear a bra because I didn't really need one yet, but I was wearing a vest underneath my blouse. He undid my blouse and pushed up my vest and my brother was looking at my little tits with their dark brown nipples. I remember I was embarrassed but I didn't try to get free or anything. He was, of course, the first boy who had ever seen them and it was exciting to me, but it was scary too. Part of the scary came from the knowledge that our mother was downstairs at the time and the fear of being discovered doing something so incredibly naughty was really intense.

Ben just stared at my naked tits. Then he seemed to remember that this was supposed to be fun, so he squeezed them like old car horns and made fun of them, which I sort of didn't like because I was pleased with my new boobies. He finally let me up and I straightened myself up and buttoned up my blouse, but I knew we'd crossed a line.

We carried on wrestling in the days and weeks that followed, but things had changed. I think, looking back on it, that Ben was no longer interested in my tits. I can't blame him - there wasn't much to look at. He'd still grab at them occasionally and he did expose them again, but that was more to humiliate me and show his control than anything. Years later, he'd go back to them, but his focus definitely changed, and he became more interested in what was under my skirt.

We wrestled one time and he pinned me down on the bed, only I was face-down now. With my hands secured behind my back, Ben lifted up my skirt and spanked my bottom. Again, I let it happen. I probably couldn't have done anything to prevent it anyway, but I had given up struggling, which was always the way. For some reason, once the wrestling was done and he'd won, I became very submissive and just accepted my fate. He still held my wrists, but it was just part of the game, and it was more for show than anything.

Now he was definitely concentrating on my bottom. During the actual wrestling, he would make a point of lifting my skirt and tugging at my panties, and he'd playfully spank my ass. It became normal for him to sit on top of me as I lay face-down on the bed, and he'd work my panties down with his free hand until they were down around my thighs, and then he'd slap or grope or generally play with my bottom. There's no doubt in my mind now that all of this was sexual for Ben, but I was more excited by the naughtiness of it. Although I probably didn't think about such things back then, I think part of it was the thrill of being caught. My mother was home and there was always the chance that another of my brothers could have come in at any time. Of course, I could always claim that Ben was doing it without my consent, as I was clearly the helpless victim, but luckily it never came up.

 

Great pacing, and the way that you convey your mixed emotions creates a very real sense of where your head was at when these things happened.
More than anything else, it really comes off as “real”.
Keep up the good work.

 

go on hoping for more

 

more more

grate story i love it please wright more your story is very good so far thank you

 

Great story keep up the fantastic work.

 

am really liking it this far!

 

Part 3.

My naughty times with Ben continued, both after school and late at night. I still went to school, of course, and I still had friends, but there was a distance between us now, caused mostly by the fact that I wasn’t allowed to hang out with them after school but partly because I had this big secret that I couldn’t tell anyone about. The naughty things I did with my brother filled my head and that, along with the fact that I wasn’t sleeping as much as I should, affected my schoolwork.

The wrestling continued, and continued to change, as Ben got bolder. A few times, he ‘accidentally’ exposed himself to me, letting me see his cock. He’d act all embarrassed and quickly put it away, but it seemed to me that he got less and less embarrassed as time went on, and took longer and longer to put it away. He was clearly getting a thrill out of exposing himself to me, and I guess that he was slowly pushing back the boundaries, seeing what he could get away with before I ran screaming to my mother.

Pulling my panties down and spanking my bare bottom became common now. Back then, I think that was my favourite part. I couldn’t have put it into words back then, but I got such a thrill when Ben did that. I loved the feeling of helplessness, and the naughtiness of it all, and the danger of being caught. Plus, of course, I knew that I was completely at my brother’s mercy, and that he could have done anything to me Even though I probably didn’t know the word, I was definitely submissive and I think I went into an almost trance-like state once Ben had physically overpowered me. Maybe if he wasn’t as naturally shy and lacking in confidence as he was, Ben would have taken full advantage and fucked me at the first opportunity, but I think he was probably scared of being caught, or getting me pregnant or maybe just of hurting and alienating his only real friend at the time. Plus, of course, I was his sister, and I was underage, so that might have come into the equation too. So he continued to take it slowly, but he was definitely getting bolder, and I think he knew he had a power over me that was more than just physical.

I think I was submissive as a child, even before all this. I guess, in a boy-dominated house, it was only natural. I was shy and quiet and I was invariably the victim in our early games, and I can distinctly remember spending ages tied to trees, waiting to be rescued by the army or cowboys or super-heroes, or whatever game we were playing that particular day. I distinctly remember peeing myself on several occasions, as they wouldn’t untie me, and my wet panties being a source of fun to them. Anyway…

Ben was no longer satisfied with pulling my panties down around my thighs and spanking me. He went a step further and took them off completely. Not a big difference, you might think, but it was to me. Especially when he refused to give them back to me once our fun had finished. I remember trying to get them back, but he kept them out of my reach and I gave up and never tried again.

So he kept my panties and we’d carry on doing our stories or playing on the computer, and I’d sit there or lay there with nothing on under my skirt. I should point out here that I always deliberately wore skirts during those times, as I enjoyed our games so much and didn’t want to discourage Ben in any way. I don’t know what Ben did with my panties (I think, with hindsight, I can guess) but he must have put them in the laundry basket at some point, as I’d eventually get them back cleaned and ironed when Mum did the laundry.

When my other brothers came in, and the house filled up with noise, I’d go to my room and put clean panties on, but there were times when I’d walk around for a little while without any on, and that gave me a thrill too. I think it shocked Ben a bit when I did that, and maybe he thought that if I got caught, it would all come out, but he still never gave me my panties back, so he couldn’t have been that worried. Some nights, if I was really daring, I wouldn’t put any on at all, but with my youngest brother, George, in the habit of climbing on me, this was very dangerous, and I didn’t do it often.

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More to come. Sorry if you think it’s going slow, but that’s the way it is. I’m just worried it’s turning into War & Peace. If I was writing it as fiction,, I’d have had Ben be a lot more positive and decisive, and he’d have had the helpless Bella naked and tied to the bed by now. But we’re getting there. Comments welcome, of course…

 

Good story...keep going!!!!!

 

This is a really good set up can't wait for the next chapters.

 

your adventures

love reading about your adventures

 

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great story Baby, keep it going ,can't wait for Ben to get his act together:rose: