My original thread, also called My Early Incest Experiences, was removed due to it's content. It featured sex involving under-age people, or kids as we call them. As such, I have decided to re-post the story but have changed it so that everyone is over 18. As ages were only ever mentioned in Part 1 (I think), this process is relatively easy. Also it will give me a chance to eliminate some of the typos and spelling errors and change diameter to circumference. I won't change anything else, so if you read it before, there's no need to re-read it. Thank you.
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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 21, 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 25 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 21, Danny would have been 24, Ben was 23, Martin (my twin) was 21 (of course) and George was the baby of the family and was 18. 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 23 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.

 

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.

 

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…

 

Part 4.

Our late night meetings were totally different to our after-school wrestling fun. Ben would have to wait until everyone was asleep, of course, before sneaking downstairs to my bedroom. Luckily, having to leave the house really early in the mornings, Dad didn't often stay up late and Mum always went to bed relatively early. Ben would usually have to wake me up, though sometimes I'd stay awake and wait for him. He couldn't wrestle me at night, obviously, because we couldn't risk making too much noise, and we always kept the light off, though my room was fairly well lit anyway, due to a street lamp just outside. So mostly we talked and messed about and made up stories and kissed.


The kissing was weird, because we always kissed under the pretence that we were just practicing for when we had proper boyfriends and girlfriends. Even though I was kissing my own brother, it wasn't like he was my actual boyfriend - that would have been weird. Of course, Ben might have looked at it differently and maybe he did. Both being inexperienced in such things, our early efforts at kissing were pretty poor, but we basically copied what they did in the movies and we gradually got the hang of it. We started kissing more frequently and for longer. We'd be sitting on my bed, talking about school or TV or something, and then he'd just say "do you want to kiss now?" and we would. As with the wrestling, he slowly got bolder and more confident and it wasn't long before he stopped asking and just did it. Of course, I never objected because I loved it as much as he did, although I don't think I ever initiated it. Again, it may have been my submissive nature and my need for the guy to take control, but maybe it was just that I was a shy, quiet girl, or maybe I subconsciously accepted it as part of the 'game' we were playing. Anyway, in the early days our kissing was strictly PG rated, but it became more passionate as time went on and, as Ben's tongue explored my mouth, his hands started exploring my young body, groping my baby tits and having a good feel of my bottom. I wore panties to bed in those days, either with a t-shirt or a nighty, and Ben started slipping his hands down the back of them. As always, it was a gradual thing and it excited me, not knowing how far Ben would push things each time.


Despite all the time we were spending together, we never really talked about what was happening between us. I think we were scared of breaking the spell, and ruining everything. We had our fun and then acted like nothing had happened. I thought about it a lot, of course, but I couldn't tell anyone or talk to anyone about it - not even Ben. I think we both knew that what we were doing was wrong, but we were both having fun and, as long as no-one found out, it was fine. What could possibly go wrong?


Our fun was mostly restricted to weekdays. At weekends, there were just too many people running in and out of the house, so there was no chance for privacy. Not just my brothers, but their friends too. And our parents, of course. It was chaotic. We could hang out in my room, but the chances of George or someone bursting in unexpectedly was just too risky, so our naughty wrestling fun was out of the question.


When I wasn't doing stuff with Ben, I spent most of my time with George, my younger brother, just messing about, doing kid stuff. Martin (my twin) and I saw a lot of eachother at school, but we kept pretty much to ourselves, even though we had quite a few classes together. He had his friends and I had mine. Danny, my oldest brother, didn't seem interested in hanging out at all any more. I think he considered himself too mature to be hanging out with a dumb kid like me. Then again, he didn't really interact with any of the family back then. He was going through his mean and moody phase and preferred to be out with his Heavy Metal friends.


As I've said, I was a virtual prisoner and only allowed out when accompanied by a member of the family, even at weekends. Ben and I would sometimes catch the bus into town and just hang out together, looking around the shops. Sometimes we'd go see a movie in the afternoon. Or I'd go to the park with George and his friends and watch them play football, taking the dog for a walk at the same time. George liked having his big sister around, and I think his friends liked it too. Even back then I was aware that some of his friends had little crushes on me, which I thought was sweet. Sometimes I'd go to the cinema with George and his friends too. I saw a lot of bad movies back then, but I enjoyed it anyway.


So me and Ben carried on with our fun during the week. I don't think I ever thought about or anticipated what was coming next. It was enough for me to think about what had already happened between us, which I often did when I was alone. I knew that Ben was taking things a little further each time, but I accepted my role as his passive plaything and knew that he made all the rules and set the pace. Of course, it both excited and scared me each time he pinned me down, wondering what he would do to me next, knowing he could do anything he wanted. He'd already gone so far and done so much, but I knew there was more to come. I was fairly naive back then, but I was a young teenage girl and I knew it wouldn't be long before he found his way between my legs, and discovered my 'foo-foo' (well, that's what my Mum called it when we discussed such things). I was right, of course - it was just a matter of time.

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Thanks for everyone’s support and encouragement, and sorry if that was a bit dull but things will improve soon. I know where this goes, so trust me. Anyway, keep the comments coming and I’ll have Part 5 up pretty soon.

 

I have to run now, but I'll re-post parts 5 - 17 later and by then part 18 should be complete and ready to go. Thanks again for your support and I hope the age-change thing hasn't ruined it.

 

I had thought that true, coming of age stories were immune to the ban stick, but I guess not.

 

Well, I was following the other one, so I guess I will have to follow here instead!

keep it up!

 

Part 5.

As I’ve said, Ben was now in the habit of pulling my panties all the way off and keeping them. Knowing I had given up trying to get them back, he’d just toss them on the floor until we were done. Once off, he’d spank and grope and play with my bare bottom as usual. I have no idea if he acted on the spur of the moment, or if he actually planned these things in advance. My recollection of it was that he would do something new, like take my panties off, and then that would become the norm for maybe a week or so, and then he’d push it a bit further. Once he’d done something, though, a line had been crossed and there was no going back. He was still taking my panties off one-handed, as he kept up the pretence of pinning my hands behind my back with his other hand. I never made it easier for him, or openly encouraged him, but I made no attempt to stop him either, which I guess was a sort of encouragement in itself. I do think I surrendered more easily during the actual wrestling, but that was about it. It was a slow process as he worked my panties down my legs and off but, despite the fear of being caught, he never seemed to rush things, and that only added to the excitement. At this stage, Ben would always hold me down face-down on the bed, which gave him easy access to my bottom, which was pretty much the way things had been since he gave up on my tits. The other thing is that Ben always straddled me facing the back of my head, which meant he had to twist his body to work my panties down and spank me, which must have made it more awkward, but that’s the way it was.

I was face-down on the bed and he’d taken my panties off and was happily spanking my bottom, as usual. After the spanking, Ben ran his hand over my bum cheeks, as though he was caressing them. Again, this wasn’t unusual. I should point out that during all the weeks we’d been playing this game I never made a point of closing my legs. I guess modesty wasn’t high on my list of priorities at the time. The way their bedroom was laid out, anyone coming in the door would see right up between my legs, but I figured Ben never got a good look at my pussy because of the way he had to twist his body, but I might be wrong. Now, as he ran his hand over my bottom, he suddenly slipped his hand down between my thighs and cupped my pussy, but his hand didn’t linger too long and he was soon caressing my bottom again. I remember it made me catch my breath, which was probably the case whenever Ben did something new, and I wondered if it was accidental, as it had been so quick. Of course, it wasn’t. After a few minutes, he did it again, only longer this time, and I knew we were crossing another line. His hand returned to my bottom again, and I guessed he was waiting to see if I’d protest in some way, but I just stayed as I was, biting my lower lip. Taking my silence as consent, Ben slipped his hand down between my thighs a third time and this time he held it there, just resting his hand on my pussy. I remember almost instinctively parting my legs a little more, as if I was signalling my acceptance of this new phase of the game. A boy - my own brother - was touching my pussy, and my head was spinning at the thought of it as well as the feel of it. I knew this was a million times naughtier than anything that we’d done before.

I should say here that, reading back on what I’ve written, Ben comes across as being cool and in control. Obviously, he was in control of the situation, as he decided what we did and when, but he was often at least as nervous as I was, especially when he was trying something new. He wasn’t much older than me, and wasn’t naturally confident anyway, and probably feared getting caught even more than I did. I guess, being older, he figured he’d get into a lot more trouble than me, and he was probably right. I was Daddy’s Princess, after all. I guess he was always worried that I’d suddenly panic about what we were doing - well, what he was doing to me - and run screaming downstairs to my mother. Once he’d done something and I’d obviously accepted it, he became more confident in the days that followed, but he was never totally at ease.

Anyway, he kept his hand on my pussy for what seemed like ages, but it was probably just for a minute or two. I guess he was still testing me, seeing if I’d object in some way, but I don’t think I could even speak at that moment. When he finally removed his hand and climbed off me, I felt disappointment rather than relief, and I remember just laying there on his bed, with my legs open and my skirt up around my waist.

Ben signalled the day’s naughty fun was over by slapping my ass hard and saying, "C’mon, let’s play cards."

The worst thing about it was knowing I’d have to wait a whole day before he touched me again, but I knew I had no choice in the matter. I also had no doubt that it would definitely be repeated. I was excited by this new turn of events, but I was scared too. Everything that had happened up until then was nothing compared to feeling Ben’s hand on my pussy.

 

Part 6.

I’m trying to remember if I was scared, excited or nervous as I anticipated Ben’s hand on my pussy again, but I’m really not sure. Probably all three, but I think the next 24 hours were just a blur. I knew it would happen again and I guess I could have prevented it if I‘d really wanted to, but I didn’t. Ben added to my torment by dragging it out, as usual. We played on the computer for a while before he made his move and attacked me.

Sometimes he attacked me for no reason and sometimes he found an excuse to attack me, like if he thought I cheated in a game, or if I said something he didn’t like. On these occasions he would act like the spankings were a punishment for whatever ‘crime’ I’d committed, and I’d end up having to apologise for my alleged wrong-doing. Knowing this, I could have said or done something to get things going, but I remained passive - I wanted Ben to touch me but I didn’t want to appear too eager. When he did attack me, I fought back, but not too much. I couldn’t win anyway and I was just delaying the inevitable.

As I’ve said, Ben was a creature of habit. Once he’d defeated me and pinned my wrists behind my back, he did what he’d done the day before - he pulled my panties down and off and then he spanked me. The difference was that he spent less time spanking me, and it wasn’t long before he slipped his hand down between my thighs and on to my pussy. I was expecting it, but it still made me catch my breath. As before, I spread my legs slightly to make it easier for him. The first time, he’d rested his hand lightly on my pussy, but his touch was firmer now, and I could tell his confidence was growing. I think he knew that I’d agreed to this the moment I walked through the door. I didn’t expect him to go any further, and he didn’t, but things started to move more swiftly from then on.

The next day, we had barely started playing on the computer when he jumped on me. Before I could even put up any sort of struggle, I was pinned down on the bed. This time, he had clearly put some thought into it, as he grabbed a football scarf from somewhere and tied my wrists together behind my back. As I’ve said before, I was used to being tied up when I was younger, and George had tied me up more recently, but this was different. With both hands free now, Ben turned so that he was straddling me still, but facing my legs. He hiked up my skirt and made quick work of my panties. There seemed to be much more urgency about the way he was acting. Once my panties were off, I parted my legs, but Ben forced them even wider apart, and I made no attempt to close them. My pussy was now at his mercy, and he didn’t hesitate, putting his hand on it, stroking it, feeling it with his fingers. He didn’t exactly push them in, but he did run them up and down my slit, which both shocked and excited me. Then he did something that would have shocked me even more, if only I knew what it was he was doing. As it was, I was concentrating too much on the feel of his fingers in my most private place to hear him unzipping his jeans, but I soon became aware that he was moving oddly on top of me and the bed was creaking and Ben was breathing harder. Of course, I know now that he was masturbating with one hand while he touched me with the other, but I was totally unaware of such things back then. The only thing I knew for sure back then was that something wet landed on my bare bottom and the back of my thigh and then more and then more. Also, there was an odd smell. Apart from that, I was just disappointed that the fun was over for another day. I’m guessing Ben used my panties to wipe himself and then me and then I did hear him zipping himself up.

Like I said, I wasn‘t aware at the time that Ben had cum on me. He was sort of embarrassed after that. I guess it was understandable. He even hid my panties under the mattress before untying me. Even though he‘d wiped his cum off me, there were still sticky patches and a stain on my skirt, which I didn‘t discover until later. I was curious about that, but my main focus was definitely on my pussy and the way his fingers made me feel. I had so many questions, but knew not to say anything. After that, we went back to playing on the computer, acting as though nothing had happened.

I went to bed that night thinking about what had happened and wanting more. I touched myself, but it wasn’t the same. I remember Ben didn’t come to my room that night, which wasn’t unheard of, but was quite unusual. I guess sometimes he just couldn’t stay awake. I never asked him why he didn’t come because it was always his choice, but I never thought he was ignoring me or deliberately avoiding me.

So we started a new phase where Ben tied my wrists, meaning he had both hands free to do what he wanted. I must admit, I missed the slow removal of my panties, which was always thrilling to me, but I enjoyed being tied up and I enjoyed feeling his fingers on my pussy even more. He still spanked me, but not so much now. I was always disappointed when I felt him cum on my bare bottom, as it meant the end of our fun for the day. As the days passed, Ben’s confidence grew and his fingers on my pussy became more assured and he started playing with my pussy more, and not just touching it. He still wasn’t pushing his fingers deep, but he was running the tips of his fingers along my slit, pressing them in slightly. He also used both hands, parting my pussy lips as he explored his new found treasure. I would copy what he did to me when I was alone later, in bed or in the bath, but it was never as exciting as when Ben did it. I guess it lacked the danger of being caught and the uncertainty of what Ben would do to me next.

 

Part 7.

Ben must have been aware of my submissiveness and the fact that I would let him do what he wanted to me. I rarely even wrestled with him any more, letting myself be pinned down and tied up with little or no resistance. I think he knew I enjoyed it, because he’d sometimes get a thrill out of making me wait, or maybe he was just prolonging his own pleasure. I knew he got hard before, when we first started our wrestling fun, and he’d exposed himself to me a few times, but now he was definitely hard even when we were playing on the computer, no doubt in anticipation of what was to come.

The next big change was when he pinned me down and tied my wrists one day and surprised me by rolling me onto my back. Now, as he straddled me, I was staring up at his back as he pulled my panties off and spread my legs. He must have figured it would give him better access to my pussy, but I still enjoyed being spanked, even if it wasn’t the main attraction any more. Also, it was awkward and a little uncomfortable for me, as I was laying on my hands. Of course, things being the way they were, I couldn’t say anything. This was Ben’s game and my role as his life-sized sex toy was well established.

Facing him now, albeit it just his back, I discovered for sure what he was doing with his left hand while his right hand toyed with my pussy the last few days. I watched as he undid his jeans and then watched as his arm moved up and down, and I knew he was stroking his cock. I was still naïve about such things, but I soon put two and two together and worked out that whatever the wet stuff was that landed on my bare skin before, it was coming out of his cock. Back then, the only thing I knew that came out of a boy’s cock was pee, but I knew it wasn’t that.

It was weird that first time, watching him masturbate, even if I couldn’t actually see what was going on. Just the movement of his arm and the bouncing motion as he straddled me and the up and down movement on the bed and the way he was breathing and the noises he was making. All this time, of course, he was stroking my pussy as well, which gave me a thrill. This time when he came, he shot his spunk over my hairless pussy, and I was excited by this new turn of events. I remember, after he’d cum and after he’d calmed down a little, he rubbed his cum into my skin and into my pussy, like he was rubbing in lotion or something. Then he used my panties to clean himself up and climbed off me. He didn’t even untie me straight away - he just straightened himself up while he looked down at my pussy. I tried to see his cock, but I didn’t.

He rolled me onto my tummy to untie me. My arms ached a bit from being under me. He stuffed my panties under his mattress. He hadn’t even wiped his cum off me with my panties like he usually did - he’d just rubbed it into my skin, so there was still some residue. I told him I needed to use the toilet and went down the hallway. I remember he eyed me suspiciously, as if he thought maybe I was making an excuse and that I really intended to tell Mum what had happened. I had to re-assure him that I was just going to the toilet, and nothing more.

Once I’d locked myself in, I studied the little circles of dried cum on my skin. I still wasn’t sure what it was, but I rubbed at it with my finger and put my finger to my tongue to taste it.

Ben was nervous as I came back in the bedroom. He was always nervous when he tried something new. I guess he was still unsure of how I’d react. But when I closed the door and sat down next to him on the bed to play on the computer, he relaxed, knowing I’d accepted this new addition to our game. As usual, we carried on as if nothing had happened.

That night, he came into my room as usual. Almost straight away, we were kissing, and Ben’s hands found their way down the back of my panties. I know he wanted to touch my pussy again, and I wanted it too, but neither one of us could just come out and say it. We had rules - albeit unwritten and ever-changing rules - but there was clearly a rule of silence, so I couldn‘t say anything. As I’ve said before, even when we kissed, we were just practicing, and Ben would often compliment me afterwards and say I was getting better and that boys would be amazed at how well I kissed. Anyway, I’m sure Ben must have been planning a way to get at my pussy at night, without the pretence of our wrestling games, and I was right. I just had to be patient.

 

Part 8.

As I said at the start, I might struggle with the chronology of events. So much happened and so much has happened to me since that it's hard to remember all the events and the order in which they took place. I've always been useless at dates and stuff anyway. It's equally hard to recall my feelings at the time and exactly what I did and didn't know about sex. I was naive, I think, even amongst the other girls at school. Even though I'd done things with my brother, I couldn't discuss them with my friends. While they talked about boys and kissing and stuff, I had to keep up the pretense that I was totally inexperienced in such things. Because of my Dad's strictness and the fact that I couldn't see my friends outside school, I was becoming alienated. I still hung out with them at school, but there was a distance between us, and I was slowly being pushed further and further away. I sort of resent that now, because I never really had a best friend, and I still struggle to fit in with my girl friends completely even now. But what's done is done, and I can't change the past.

But you want to hear about the sex, right?

Ben was tying me up, playing with my pussy, and masturbating while he did it. Having free access to my open pussy and knowing I was letting him do what he wanted with me, he started to go further in his explorations. He started pushing his finger into me. When he touched me before, running his fingers along my slit and generally teasing me, it definitely had an effect on me that I couldn't explain at the time. It was an incredible mixture of the psychological feelings of doing something so dirty and taboo, along with the fear and excitement of being caught, and the physical effect it was having on my body. I was starting to get wet down there.

I can't tell you what Ben's knowledge of sex was back then, either. He was definitely a virgin and I was definitely the only girl he ever got to kiss and play with like that. I wouldn't be surprised if I was the only girl he had any sort of contact with at all, other than grown women like my mother and the teachers at school. He was painfully shy and lacked confidence in himself. Having me as his play-thing must have been a dream come true for him. He'd have probably preferred me to be older and have nice tits, and not be his kid sister, but you can't have everything. So I don't know if he was selfish in his actions, and completely unaware of the effect his fingers were having on me, but that's sort of the way I remember it. I'm not sure he was aware at the time that girls could enjoy sex too, so basically I was a living sex doll for him to play with and get off on. I'm not saying he didn't care whether I enjoyed it or not, but from the moment he over-powered me and started playing with me, to the moment he shot his cum on me, I think he was lost in his own little world. That I got my own pleasure out of it was, I think, a happy accident, but he soon realized the effect it was having on me and I think he got some pleasure out of making my body respond like that. It was making me lose control, and must have been similar to all the times the boys tickled me relentlessly or watched me wet myself when I was tied to a tree in the back garden. When he started sliding his finger deep into my pussy, it caused my body to react, bucking my hips up and down uncontollably, squirming under him, whimpering like a puppy. I had never had anything in my pussy before Ben slipped his finger in there that day, and I couldn't get enough. I didn't cum, though, because Ben shot his load and that signalled the end of the day's fun, but I knew another line had been crossed. Ben cleaned himself up while I lay on the bed, breathing hard, my legs spread and my wet pussy on show. Then he rolled me over, untied me, and that was that.

Laying in my bed at night, I always tried to do what Ben had done to me. It was never as good. It lacked the excitement of being helpless and having someone else do it to me, and also the fear of being caught. To this day, I have trouble cumming using just my fingers, unless there's some outside stimulation, like people watching me or doing it somewhere public, where I might be discovered. So, after sticking my finger where only Ben's finger had previously been, I once more experienced disappointment, but I think it definitely reinforced my need for Ben and our naughty games.

My only concern during our early evening games (apart from the potential shame of being found out) was the discomfort of having my hands tied behind my back. It was painful and awkward, having to lay on my hands like that, especially with Ben's weight on top of me. He seemed oblivious to my discomfort and I was unable to do anything about it. I would just have to suffer in silence.

Ben continued to slide his finger in me over the next few days. I never got to orgasm, but of course I never knew I could. I just felt disappointment when it ended. I loved the feeling of his finger in me and I didn't want it to stop. I liked the effect it had on me - not just making me wet, but causing my body to gyrate wildly. I loved losing control of myself. I thought that if Ben wasn't sitting on me, holding me down, I'd have been bouncing all around the room.

 

Part 9.

My relationship with Ben seems odd now, looking back, but I never questioned it at the time. He was still coming into my room at night and fooling around, which was mostly kissing at the time. I did notice that we were kissing more and talking less as time went on. When the weather was colder, we'd get into my bed together and snuggle up. Ben was still running his hands all over my body when we kissed, but kept away from my pussy for some reason. We were always in the dark, as we were scared of being caught, even though my bedroom was downstairs. I rememeber a few occassions where we heard people come downstairs to get a glass of water from the kitchen or something, and we'd hold our breath, scared that they'd hear us and find Ben in my room or worse, in my bed. What didn't occur to me at the time was that my oldest brother, Danny, shared a bedroom with Ben and knew that Ben was sneaking out at night. How could he not know? He didn't know what we were doing, of course, but he obviously knew that Ben was coming to my room most nights. As I say, it was something I never even thought about, but maybe I should have.

I saw four different sides of Ben during those times. There was the Ben that tied me up and used me as a sex doll. There was the Ben who played computer games and wrote stories with me and indulged in more innocent brother/sister fun. When my other brothers came home, he became quiet Ben, who seemed to disappear, drowned out amongst his louder, brasher brothers. He'd retreat to his room with his super-hero comics and his sci-fi books. The late-night Ben, the Ben who lay in my bed with me and practiced kissing me, was different again. When he first started coming to my room, in more innocent times, we'd sit up and talk and joke around, and we just enjoyed spending time together. I can't even remember when it started, or why. Obviously it didn't happen before my sister got kicked out, as Ben wouldn't have dared come into my room when she was sharing with me. I'm guessing he initiated it, and I think it was because he was lonely. I don't think he was thinking back then that we'd end up kissing and stuff, because I don't think it would have occured to him, but maybe I'm just more naive than I thought.

There was another Ben, of course, but I didn't see him much at school. He had a couple of geeky friends, but wasn't very popular. I never understood it because I knew he was smart and funny, but no-one else seemed to see it. Even though he was smart, he really hated school and was miserable. I know he'd been bullied when he was younger but that was over, I think, after Danny intervened on his behalf. At least he had me to come home and play with.

When Ben had started masturbating over me, it had been over fairly quickly. Now he was taking more time to explore my pussy, and I'm sure he got a thrill out of the effect it was having on me. I'm sure he was surprised at my reaction to his probing fingers. My pussy fascinated him. I guess all boys are fascinated by them, so it shouldn't have been a surprise, but I didn't know that then. He liked to use both hands to open me up and get a good look, but he really enjoyed finger fucking me. Maybe he imagined it was his cock sliding in and out - I don't know.

The change came one night. As I've said before, Ben would have to wait until everyone was asleep before sneaking down to my room. I never knew if he stayed awake or set an alarm or what. I imagine an alarm might have woken Danny too, but I don't know. I'll have to ask him one day. Anyway, I'd try to stay awake for Ben's visits, but often fell asleep and would wake to find Ben shaking my shoulder, or even climbing into bed with me. Sometimes I was so sleepy, I'd have trouble staying awake talking to Ben, especially if we were laying in bed together. I know on several occassions, we both fell asleep, but luckily one of us always woke up in time to get Ben back to his own bed before anyone was up. One morning, I woke up and Ben was asleep beside me, and it was getting light out. Then I heard my Dad moving around in the kitchen. We had to lay there until he left for work and then Ben hurried back upstairs before anyone else was up. Of course, Dad had no reason to come into my room, or into Ben's, so we were probbaly safe, but I know it shook Ben up for a while.

I don't know how long this was after Ben started playing with my pussy. I woke up one night to find Ben pulling my panties down. He was kneeling by the bed, and had his hand up under the duvet. This was new. He'd never removed my panties during his nightly visits before. He sometimes put his hands down the back of them during our kissing sessions, but that was it. He'd never done anything to me before waking me up first either - that I knew of. I was laying on my back as he took my panties all the way down over my feet and off. It wasn't easy for him, from that position, and he had to work them down slowly, bit by bit, one side and then the other. I was sleepy but remained as I was, wondering what this new game was. I knew Ben was deliberately trying to be quiet and not wake me, and I was curious to know where this was heading. My panties were off and my nightdress was bunched up around my waist. Ben put his hand down between my legs and rubbed my pussy, but my legs weren't open much and he was having trouble getting access. I was supposed to be asleep, so I wasn't going to help him, even though I liked having him play with my pussy. He went to the end of the bed and slowly (so as not to wake me) took hold of my ankles, one at a time, and eased them apart. Now he had my pussy at his mercy. He went back to his original position and started rubbing my pussy and then slipped a couple of fingers into me, sliding them in and out. It had the obvious effect and I moaned involuntarily, and Ben removed his fingers quickly. I guess he thought I was going to wake up. When I relaxed again, he softly called my name a couple of times, to see if I was awake. When I didn't answer, he began to very slowly, very gently, finger me again. Whatever this new game was, I liked it, and it excited me, wondering what Ben had in mind for me.

 

Part 10.

Ben had pulled my panties down and off, and was fingering my pussy, much to my delight. I was moaning, but I couldn't help it. Ben must have assumed that I was moaning in my sleep, because he didn't let up. But then he stopped suddenly, much to my disappointment. Ben stood up and I watched him in the semi-darkness. I quickly closed my eyes, feigning sleep, knowing he was looking down at me. When I dared to sneak a peek at what he was doing, I was shocked to see him undressing. He only had a t-shirt on and the shorts he wore to bed, so it took him no time at all to get naked. He had a stocky build, and was slightly chubby, I guess. I had my eyes almost closed, watching him through little slits. I couldn't see his cock from where I was., though I was trying to. The next thing I knew, he was slipping into bed with me. My bed was small and I instantly felt his cock against my thigh. It was hard and warm against my skin. Still pretending to be asleep, I shifted slightly, but remained on my back with my legs apart. Ben was laying half on top of me, as there was so little room in my bed. I kept my eyes shut as he was so close and would have seen that I was awake. I wonder now what he'd have done if I 'woke up' suddenly and found him naked in my bed, and my panties on the floor. As it was, I just lay there, doing nothing, waiting for Ben to make his next move. I think he was nervous, but it was hard to tell - I knew I was. He was breathing hard and shaking slightly, though that might have been me. He climbed on top of me. I had my eyes closed still, but I could feel his warm breath on my face. I knew if I opened my eyes, I'd be looking directly into his. It wasn't the first time he laid on top of me, as we kissed like that a few times before, laying in bed, but he'd never been naked before and I always had panties on. His body was very warm against me.

Ben was between my parted legs. I think the tip of his cock must have been very close to my open pussy. He was laying on top of me, his hands either side of my head. Looking back, it was ridiculous that he could lay on top of me like that and think he wouldn't wake me. His breathing was heavy. The bottom of my nightdress was bunched up under my little breasts now. He moved one of his hands down to his cock. Then slowly, awkwardly, he started to use his feet to move my own feet closer together. I had no idea what he was doing. I was pretending to be asleep and he was moving me around as he wanted, like a rag doll. It was awkward, as he must have been sort of leaning up on one arm. He slowly but surely closed my legs, and my thighs came in contact with his cock. He was sort of kicking my ankles together until his cock was trapped between my thighs, aiming straight down towards the mattress. It felt so weird. His cock felt hot between my thighs and rock hard. It was the first time I touched it, I think. Ben just lay on top of me like that, getting his breath back after his exertions.

Then he started moving up and down. I was confused at the time, but now I know he was effectively fucking my thighs. Ben was laying on top of me, naked, his knees on the outside of mine, moving his bum up and down as he fucked my thighs. It was like he was using my thighs to masturbate with, which was weird. My only contribution was to squeeze my thighs more tightly together, as I was fascinated by the feel of his hard cock against me. He didn't last long. I guess the heat of my body against his cock and the fact that he was naked and doing something so dirty to his kid sister was too much for him and he started to cum quite quickly. I remember he kept humping up and down, even as his warm sticky cum coated the inside of my thighs. He emptied himself and collapsed on top of me, just laying there as his cock shrank and his breathing returned to normal. Then he sort of rolled off me and out of the bed. I just remained where I was, my eyes still closed, as he dressed and slipped out of my room.

I could hear him make his way upstairs and then the opening and closing of his bedroom door. He was, as always, trying to be quiet, but I could hear it anyway. He wasn't loud enough to wake anyone, I guess, but if you were awake, you'd hear it, especially as our stairs creaked in several places. Assuming he wasn't going to be coming back down, I switched on my bedside lamp, threw off the duvet and looked down at my thighs, which were dripping with his cum. There was also a small pool of it soaking into the sheet. I scooped some of it up with my fingers and put it in my mouth. I'd had small tastes of his cum before, when he first started masturbating on me, but it had never been as fresh as this. It was warm and odd-tasting, but I scooped up what I could from my thighs and the sheet and licked my fingers clean. I was still surprised by what had happened. It was a definite change from our usual nightly games. I couldn't even decide if he knew I was only pretending to be asleep or not. He had to know that, even if I did somehow sleep through it all, I'd wake up and wonder how my panties ended up on the floor, and why I was covered in cum. But I don't think I thought about any of that until later. I just turned off the light and decided to go back to sleep, but it seemed my whole room smelled of cum, which is a smell I've grown to love.

Ben didn't mention anything about it the next day. On those nights he didn't appear, for whatever reason, I just accepted it and never questioned him about it. He might have been too tired, or maybe something else prevented him from sneaking down to my room. I acted as if it was just one of those nights he didn't show. As I've said before, Ben made all the rules and changed them whenever he wanted, and I still wasn't sure what the rules of this new game were. I would have to wait and see.

If my Mum noticed the cum stains on my sheets, she never made mention of it. Maybe she thought it was me. I don't know. I'm guessing that Ben also cum in my panties he took off me during our naughty after-school games, but I don't know for sure. If he did, I wonder why my Mum didn't notice. It's something I wouldn't have thought about back then, but I've had a lot of time to think about things since. I just don't have any answers.

 

Part 11.

The next day, if I remember right, was a Saturday, so things were different. As I've said before, with everyone coming and going, it was almost impossible for me and Ben to have any privacy to fool around together at the weekends. Saturdays, I'd usually go into town either with Ben or George, but mostly Ben back then, I think. We'd look around the shops, maybe have a burger, sometimes catch a movie in the afternoon or early evening. We had our pocket money to spend - my parents were quite generous, even though they weren't wealthy or anything. Ben liked to go to the comic book store - he had drawers full of comics at home and could get so excited if a certain comic came in. We'd also go to the library as we both liked to read. Anyway, we never did anything sexual outside the house, just normal brother and sister stuff, except we maybe spent more time together than most brothers and sisters.

I mostly shared my weekend time between Ben and George, my youngest brother. Ben and George got on okay, especially as George liked sci-fi and comics too. We'd all play computer games together sometimes, or just hang out. George was a lot more popular than Ben, and had a lot more friends, and I'd hang out with them sometimes too, usually on Sundays, going to the local park to watch them play football. I even joined in sometimes, though I rarely got a kick of the ball, as I was so useless. I think George just liked having me around. I'd also join in other games, like soldiers or pirates, and again I'd find myself tied to trees a lot, playing the helpless prisoner, just like I did growing up with my other brothers. The difference was, of course, that I was the older kid this time, but I still didn't mind playing such a lowly role in their games. Anyway, I liked hanging out with George and his friends, and it seemed to me that my brother was kind of the leader of them, as he seemed to choose what games they played and the others mostly followed his lead. As I say, he was a lot more out-going and confident than Ben, and he was very good-looking too. I knew he'd have no trouble finding a girlfriend when the time came.

When Monday came, me and Ben did our usual stuff after school. We wrote some stories and then he over-powered me and tied my wrists together - we still wrestled, but it wasn't really wrestling, as I never put up a fight these days and it was more for show than anything. After he'd restrained me, he pulled off my panties and teased my pussy mercilessly, sliding his fingers in and out. In a way, it was a form of torture, but one that I loved and didn't want to end. As usual, he masturbated while he finger-fucked me, and then the fun ended when he shot his load all over my pussy and thighs. I so wanted to taste it but my hands were tied and I don't think I'd have done it in front of Ben anyway.

We usually ate together as a family, more or less. Mum was a very good cook - she was half Italian and cooked a lot from scratch. I never showed any interest in cooking and I don't remember helping Mum in the kitchen except when I was little, although my sister did before she went away. I'm still useless in the kitchen now. Apart from keeping our bedrooms relatively tidy, and sometimes the washing up, we kids did little around the house in terms of chores, although I remember Ben and Danny having to cut the grass sometimes, and we also had dog-walking duties, which was only really a chore during the winter.

I went to bed that night not knowing if Ben was going to copy what happened on Friday or not. In our after-school fun, he liked to repeat his actions for a while until he thought of something new to add. I still wasn't sure if he really thought I'd been asleep or whether my pretending to be asleep was part of the game. I decided I'd pretend to be asleep anyway, and if he really wanted to wake me for our regular kissing fun, then he would. I guess it depended on which one he preferred.

As it turned out, I fell asleep anyway and only woke up when I felt Ben touching my pussy. He already had my panties off and my legs spread and he stopped suddenly when he realized I was waking up. Even in my sleepy state, I remembered my part in this game, so I pretended to drift off back to sleep again. Ben waited until he was convinced I was asleep, before carrying on. The main difference this time was that I was laying on my stomach, so I could keep my eyes open, even though I couldn't actually see anything. Ben must have decided my pussy had had enough attention, and I heard him undressing. I felt him climb into bed and lay on top of me. The tip of his cock brushed against my bare bum and the backs of my thighs several times as he got into position Then he started the slow process of moving my legs closer together, until his cock was once more trapped between my thighs. It wasn't easy for him and he was soon out of breath. As before, I made no move to help him, although I did squeeze my thighs tight against his cock once he was done. When he got his breath back, he started to 'fuck' me again, moving his bum up and down. I think, to anyone walking in, it would look like he was actually fucking me under the duvet. His cock was at the top of my thighs, probably only inches from my open pussy. Ben's afternoon masturbation sessions, when he was finger-fucking me, could last for quite a while, but again he started to cum quite quickly. It was probably my fault - I guess my hot thighs stimulated his cock more than his own right hand. Pretty soon he was grunting as he emptied himself again, and I lay there, feeling his warm cum running down the inside of my thighs. He lay on top of me, catching his breath, and then he slipped out of bed, got dressed and left.

One of the weird things I thought about later, was the way he always tried to be very quiet as he sneaked into my room and carefully pulled down my panties and took them off, and again when he rolled off me and dressed, and crept away into the night - he was like a ninja. But the bit in the middle - when he was actually fucking my thighs - would have woken anyone who wasn't passed out drunk or drugged somehow. Did he really think I could sleep through that?

After Ben left, I lay in the darkness, my head under the duvet, breathing in the odour of his cum. I touched it and tasted it and finally drifted off to sleep for real. This would, more or less, be the pattern of things for the next few weeks. Apart from whether I was face-up or face-down, little changed. I guess I woke up at different times - sometimes when I heard him enter my bedroom, sometimes when he was pulling my panties down, and sometimes when he was climbing on top of me. I liked this new game - I liked Ben's naked body on top of me, the feel of his hard cock against me, and the smell and taste of his cum. At the same time, I missed kissing Ben and talking to him as we lay together in the dark. Also, I still wasn't completely sure about whether or not Ben knew I was awake. I know it seems crazy now to think that he didn't know, but at the time I was still confused.

 

Part 12.

As I keep saying, Ben was a creature of habit and liked to do the same thing over and over again. While it was exciting to me at the time (and him, no doubt) I realize it would be boring for you, the reader, if I described the same sex scene over and over. Although I loved them, Ben's night-time visits were incredibly repetetive, and one night varied little from the next. He obviously liked doing what he was doing and got enough satisfaction out of it that he didn't need to change. The only thing that really changed was that he got better at lasting longer. After this went on for some time, I was 99% sure he knew I was awake at these times, but there was still some doubt. It was a game anyway, so "waking up" and confronting Ben was out of the question. While I was happy with the way things were going and my passive role in it, it wasn't perfect. I still missed the intimacy of our late-night chats and his kisses. I often thought about shocking him, by maybe sleeping naked, but I never did. It would have been out of character and might have ruined things.

Things did change in our after-school fun, though, and for the better as far as I was concerned. Well, to start with, anyway. Ben decided to tie my wrists to the headboard of his bed rather than behind my back. I thought maybe he realized how awkward and painful it was for me before, but it turned out my comfort wasn't his main concern. I was surprised the first time he did it, but just let him get on with it. Other than that, nothing else changed until a few days later, when he blindfolded me. With my hands already bound, I couldn't stop him, but I probably wouldn't have anyway. I was so used to having him sit on me that I was surprised when he climbed off me this time Bound and blindfolded, I had no idea what was going on. Where was this heading?

Ben lifted up my skirt and slowly pulled my panties down and off. I was laying on the bed, on my back, my wrists tied above my head. I heard him unzip his jeans and knew he was taking out his cock. No longer sitting on me, he had better access to my pussy and could kneel on the floor at the end of the bed between my open legs and play with me as much as he liked. Without Ben's weight on me, I had trouble controlling myself as he forced his fingers deep into me and started sliding them in and out. I knew his other hand was on his cock, and I knew he was masturbating. It was so weird, not being able to see what was going on. I only ever saw his back anyway, when he'd been sitting on me, but not being able to see anything accentuated the feeling of his fingers in my pussy. I was moving my hips up and down, arching my back, writhing about on the bed, but I kept my legs open wide, not wanting Ben to stop what he was doing. As before, it all ended suddenly with his cum landing on my pussy and thighs, and .his fingers withdrawn from my pussy, leaving me wanting more. I remember he untied me and took the blindfold off and we went back to what we'd been doing before. I don't know if it was deliberate, but he wasn't even attempting to clean me up any more, and I'd sit playing computer games with him while his cum dried on my skin beneath my skirt.

It was around this time that an incident happened during one of our Saturday trips into town. We were walking around the shops, as usual, when we bumped into these two boys. They were both Ben's age and I didn't really know them, but I'd seen them around, as they lived quite close to us and went to the same school. They called Ben over, and I went along. It was obvious that they weren't exactly friends with Ben, and that Ben wasn't comfortable talking to them.

One of them said, "We were just talking about girls and sex and stuff, and about how many girls we fucked. I bet you're still a virgin, aren't you?"

Ben, embarrassed by the question and obviously lying, quietly answered, "No... "

The boys laughed and said, "Yeah, right. I bet the only girl you ever fucked is your slut sister."

It really shook Ben up, and he turned bright red before making some excuse and leaving. Even as we walked away, we could hear the boys laughing. It obviously struck a nerve with Ben and he was in a bad mood for ages. I knew what we were doing was wrong, of course, which is why we had to keep it a secret. I didn't talk to him about the incident, even when he calmed down, but we never talked about what we were doing anyway. It was the first time I'd ever been called a slut (but definitely not the last) and I remember thinking it was pretty cool, because the only girls who were called sluts at school were older girls, so it was sort of a compliment to be thought of as one of them.

Ben continued to tie my wrists to the headboard and blindfold me. I never really liked the blindfold, but never complained. He was using school ties to tie me up now and the football scarf to cover my eyes. God knows what anyone would think if they walked in suddenly, seeing me like that, even before he took my panties off. I was so used to being tied up and helpless, it was almost natural to me now. I guess the fact that I never objected gave everyone free reign to tie me up when they wanted. That's how it seemed, anyway.

I remember around this time that George tied me up in my room one night when we were playing. As I've said, George and his friends regularly tied me to trees in the woods, but George rarely tied me up at home. My hands were behind my back, and he'd used a washing line and other things to tie me up from my ankles all the way up to my tits. I was tightly bound and even had tape over my mouth. I remember him taking me into the front room to proudly show Mum and Dad what he'd done. It wasn't easy, as I had to hop, and I kept losing my balance. The weird thing is that my parents just accepted it and didn't seem to think there was anything odd about it. George just sat me on the sofa and we all sat and watched TV until George's bed time, when my Dad told him to untie me, which he did reluctantly.

I didn't know why Ben blindfolded me back then. Now I think it was embarrassment, or maybe shame. I don't think he liked me looking at him while he did those things to me. When we'd started, I was always face-down on the bed, and even when I was later laying on my back, I still couldn't see his face, as he had his back to me. He obviously decided he wanted to climb off me and get better access to my pussy, but didn't want me looking at him while he did it. I guess he was more calculating than I thought, because he introduced the blindfold several days before he climbed off me, no doubt getting me used to it before going a step further. The blindfold served other purposes as well, but whether Ben pre-planned it all or just took advantage of the situation, I'm not sure.

 

Part 13.

It was around this time that I was starting to attract the attention of boys at school. I didn't particularly stand out in any way, but I was reasonably pretty, I guess. It was always older boys, of course. The boys my own age weren't generally interested in girls yet, so the girls my age who had boyfriends mostly dated older boys. The older boys had to make do with younger girls because the girls their own age were already dating boys who were even older. That's the way it was, at least where I came from. Being asked out by older boys was very flattering, of course, but I wasn't in a position to date anyone. There was no way my Dad would let me out with boys, not after what happened to my sister. I don't want to make it sound like I had gangs of boys following me around, drooling over me, begging me to go out with them, because it wasn't like that, but I had a handful of boys who flirted with me now and then, and tried to get me to go out with them. Ben was aware of the boys' interest in me because a lot of that interest came from boys in his year, so they were boys he knew.

Our after school fun was different now. Before, when we wrestled, Ben would over-power me, force me face-down on the bed and secure my wrists behind my back. It was seamless and sort of natural. Now he had to over-power me (which was easy) and secure my wrists to the headboard, which was much slower and more complicated. He partly got over this by having one tie already tied to the headboard, in preparation, but it still wasn't as smooth and easy as before. I had to lay there, my arms above my head, while he tied me up. The difference now was that my submission was much more obvious and the pretense that I was being tied up against my will was all but forgotten. The other thing was that while straddling me and reaching over me to secure my wrists, the bulge in his jeans was obvious, as it was practically in my face.

As I said, I never liked the blindfold. It was new and exciting at first, but I preferred to see what was going on. But once I was over-powered I became very submissive and I don't think I ever spoke until the game was over and Ben untied me. He never gagged me because he never had to. Even if he tied the ties too tight around my wrists, I simply put up with the discomfort without a word of complaint. I didn't complain while it was happening and, because we never talked about it afterwards, I never had a chance to say what I liked and didn't like. So I put up with the blindfold, even though I didn't like it.

For a few days, things went along the same lines. Ben would finger-fuck me and generally tease my pussy while he masturbated. At times he'd hold off on the masturbation so he could use two hands on my pussy, but stroking his cock seemed to be his main priority. At first he'd been fairly gentle and hesitant about touching me, but slowly he'd grown in confidence and he was rougher now, more forceful. Even more so, I think, since I was blindfolded. He still didn't know what he was doing, but it didn't matter, because neither of us knew any better.

I never anticipated when Ben would change the game or how. There didn't seem any point, as I couldn't do anything to alter things anyway. Of course, I could stop the whole thing any time I wanted, at least in theory, but I don't think it ever crossed my mind. This had been going on for so long now that I couldn't imagine a world in which I wasn't tied up and played with. It was as normal to me as getting up and going to school in the mornings. The latest change was the introduction of the screwdriver, or more accurately the screwdriver handle. My first sex toy.

Ben, having used his fingers on me all this time, decided to see what else would fit in my pussy. As with all his new innovations, he didn't prepare me for it in any way. One minute, his fingers were sliding in and out and the next minute I had a screwdriver handle forced deep inside me. Of course, I had no idea what it was at first. I just knew it was big and hard and it wasn't his fingers. I'm sure I must have cried out in shock that first time. Ben fucked me with it slowly, but hid it before removing the blindfold, so I never saw what it was. I guess he was scared of freaking me out.

I found it a few days later. I was curious to see what it was, so I sneaked around their bedroom when Ben and Danny were out. It was hard to know exactly what I was looking for, as I'd been fucked by it but had no idea how big it was or what it was made of, or anything. But when I found it, I knew it was what I was looking for because it was hidden at the back of a drawer full of comics, and why else would Ben have a big screwdriver like that? I also, on my search, discovered a stack of porn mags, but that's another matter.

The screwdriver was huge. I'd never seen one so big, before or since. Not that I have any interest in screwdrivers (other than the drink) but I couldn't imagine anyone ever needing one as big as that. I assumed it was Dad's, as he had loads of screwdrivers and other tools, but he surely wouldn't need one that big to put in light fittings and stuff. Also, if he did need it, wouldn't he wonder what happened to it? Anyway, with a tape measure in front of me now and my questionable memory, I would say that the metal bit was 12" long and the handle was a further 8" long. The handle was yellow plastic and had a big bulbous head, which I reckon was 7" in circumference. I couldn't believe it when I saw it. I stared at it in horror and wondered how much of that had been inside me and how it even fit. I guess I'm lucky that Ben did finger me first.

It took a few days to get used to it, but at least Ben took it slowly to begin with. I'm not sure if knowing what it was made it better or worse. It was certainly different from Ben's fingers, which he was still using, especially at night. It obviously hadn't occurred to him to bring the screwdriver with him on his nightly visits - yet. Maybe he feared being caught with it, and having to explain what he was doing creeping around in the middle of the night with a giant screwdriver. Anyway, having found it and seen what it was, I thought I'd try it out for myself, but I couldn't sneak it into my room in case Ben discovered it was missing, so I decided to go to Dad's tool boxes and see if I could find something similar. Unfortunately, all the screwdrivers in there had much smaller handles, and so I started looking around for something bigger. As I've said, when I was alone at night, I sometimes liked to copy what Ben did to me, though it was never as good. I'd even tried some self-bondage, using George's toy handcuffs, but it was never the same when I did it.

I didn't go around deliberately looking for an alternative to the screwdriver handle to try on myself, but certain things caught my eye. I rejected the cucumber, for example, because it was food and the idea of seeing my parents and my brothers eating something that had been in my pussy would have been too yucky. It had to be something that I could use and return without anyone noticing, or something hidden away, that no-one would miss. I found it when I was watching TV one night, and it had been on display in the front room for as long as I can remember.

It was a souvenir from South Africa that I think my Grandfather brought back years and years ago. It was a wooden cock-shaped thing mounted on a block of wood, with various grooves along it's length. Mounted is actually the wrong word, as it was all carved from one block of wood. It was a very dark brown, and had been coated in something shiny, so it was very smooth. There was a little plaque on the front, stating where it came from. It wasn't quite as thick as the screwdriver handle, but was about the same length. As soon as I saw it, I knew it would serve my purposes perfectly, and I couldn't wait to go to bed that night.

 

im really enoying this story, ill def be keeping up with it

 

Part 14

I couldn't sleep because I was so excited. I just had to wait for my parents to go to bed, so that I could sneak into the front room, grab the wooden cock and see what it felt like in my pussy. Although all my previous attempts to pleasure myself alone had failed, I still liked to try things out. My Mum went up to bed quite early, but I had to wait for Dad to finish watching a movie. My bedroom was right next to the front room, so I could often hear the TV anyway, if it was loud enough. Finally my Dad went to bed and as soon as I heard their bedroom door close, I was creeping out of my own room like a thief in the night, and soon the object of my desire was in my hands. I'd never held it before and it was much heavier than I expected.

Back in my room, in the semi-darkness, I pulled my panties down and off and lay on the bed. I was wearing a vest, but I left that on. I spread my legs and gripped the base of the large wooden cock and slowly pressed it against my pussy lips. My hands were trembling as I slowly eased the tip of the wooden cock inside, just an inch or so. I closed my eyes and thought about how it compared to the feel of the screwdriver handle that Ben used on me. It was definitely smoother, as the screwdriver handle had a sort of uneven ridge along it's length. It didn't feel any smaller, even though I'm sure it was. I decided I wanted to see what was going on, so I switched on the bedside lamp and sat on the edge of the bed, parting my legs as I once more started to insert the wooden cock into my waiting pussy. As I said, there were various grooves cut into the wood, unevenly spaced along it's length. I remember thinking I'd just push it in up to the first groove and see how that feels. It looked kinda weird, the very dark wood contrasting with my pale skin and the pink of my pussy, but I liked the way my pussy seemed to be opening up to accomodate the thickness of it. I decided to try going deeper, to the next groove. Then I remembered the way Ben did it, and started to fuck myself with it a little, moving in and out, but only to the second groove. Well, that felt good, and I kept doing it, only now I was going deeper, setting myself new targets. It was definitely better than using my fingers. I was fascinated by watching it slide in and out of my pussy, almost mesmerized by the smooth in/out motion. At the same time, it felt so good, stretching my pussy as it gradually got deeper. I was wet, of course, and the wooden cock was smeared with my juices as it came out, almost all the way, before I pushed it back in.

I looked at my watch on the bedside table. I knew Ben's habits, and knew he'd have to wait at least an hour after Dad went to bed before daring to venture downstairs. I wanted to be "asleep" when he came down, so nothing appeared out of the ordinary. I always felt a bit guilty about the things I did alone, as if I was somehow betraying Ben by not including him. What would he think if he knew I was fucking myself with a big wooden cock?

I didn't want to get caught. I think in some ways it would have been worse than if my Mum caught me and Ben doing what we did after school, simply because all the blame and all the guilt would have been mine. There was no guilt during our afternoon fun, not for me anyway. In my head, I wasn't actually doing anything - it was being done to me. I was just there, letting it happen. I was just the innocent victim, tied up and helpless. But fucking myself with a big wooden cock - that was all me. As crazy as it sounds, even after everything Ben had done to me, I would still have felt ashamed and humiliated if he found me doing what I was doing.

But I figured I still had plenty of time to fool around with my new toy, so I carried on. It was still very different from Ben fucking me with the screwdriver handle, but it was definitely feeling good as I dared myself to go deeper and deeper. Another difference between my wooden cock and Ben's screwdriver was that the wooden cock was about the same width all the way down, but once you got past the large bulbous head of the screwdriver handle, it narrowed considerably. This gave me the feeling that my pussy was full, as opposed to the screwdriver handle, which sort of felt like someone pushed a big, hard ball into my pussy. I had started slowly, tentatively, but now I was fucking myself with more purpose, seemingly no longer caring how many grooves I could fit in. My knuckles were white as I gripped the square base of my new toy with both hands, sliding it in and out of my pussy with reckless abandon. And the major difference was that Ben fucked me with the screwdriver handle only until he shot his load on me, but now there was nothing to stop me and I couldn't even stop myself and that night I had my first ever orgasm. Nothing I had ever experienced had prepared me for that feeling. It was like the floodgates had finally open and I couldn't stop cumming. It was as if all the weeks and weeks of being brought so close to this unknown pleasure by Ben had somehow storted up a vast lake of cum inside me, and now it was being released. It felt so good, holding my big wooden cock deep in my pussy, not wanting this wonderful feeling to end.

I lay there for ages, just staring up at the ceiling, feeling my body calm down and return to normal. My legs were wide open, my wet pussy still leaking cum, the large wooden cock on the floor somewhere between my feet. I had no idea what had happened but I knew it felt wonderful and I knew I had to do it again, and soon. I don't know how long passed, but I sat up suddenly, hearing a noise upstairs. Luckily, it wasn't Ben, coming down for a late-night visit, just my Dad going to use the toilet. It scared me into action though. God, what a mess. And the smell too, filling the room. Just like Ben's cum, but different. I grabbed a t-shirt and I wiped all the cum off my pussy and thighs and the duvet too, though I knew it was going to stain. I picked up the wooden cock and wiped that too, and saw that there were traces of blood on it, which freaked me out a bit. I think if I had more time to freak out, I would have done, but I had more pressing concerns. I managed to clean everything up as best I could, but the smell seemed almost overpowering. I opened all the windows, even though it was quite a chilly night. I hurriedly took the wooden cock back to the front room and then panicked that I couldn't remember exactly where it went, and I was sure someone would notice it and I was worried that I didn't clean it properly or that maybe it still smelled of my pussy. But the clock was ticking and I didn't have time to do anything about it. I'd been in such a rush I realized I was standing in the front room in the middle of the night in only a vest and I was naked from the waist down.. I grabbed some sprays - furniture polish, air freshener, I don't know. I just had to mask the smell in my room somehow. I was secretly praying that Ben wouldn't come down tonight, but it wasn't something I had any control over. I sprayed my room , closed the windows, put my panties back on, turned out the light and waited in the dark for Ben's visit. I was out of breath from the running around and the panicking, and I wondered if the wonderful orgasm I'd had after fucking myself with the big wooden cock was worth all the hassle. And the answer was, of course, yes.

 

Part 15

Ben did come down that night, a short time later. I was still awake and deliberately laying on my stomach, as I still felt a bit guilty about what I'd done and thought it might show on my face, even in the near-darkness. Even though I knew the routine, I still got a certain thrill out of pretending to be asleep as Ben worked my panties down and off and then spread my legs. Despite my attempts to cover the smell of sex in the room, I was still aware of it and wondered if Ben was too. If he was, he didn't show it. Even when he started fingering me, he seemed not to notice how wet and slippery my pussy already was. I heard him undress and then felt the weight of his warm body as he climbed on top of me. Well, you know the rest...

I woke up in the morning, still feeling guilty, sure that everyone would know what I'd done the night before. They'd see it on my face, or smell it, or just sense it somehow - but no-one did. As you can imagine, school mornings in our house were chaotic, with five kids needing to be fed and only one bathroom between all of us. Being the only girl, I at least got the bathroom to myself, while the boys had no privacy at all, with a sort of open-door policy going on. They never closed or locked the bathroom door as they showered and brushed their teeth and did everything else. Thankfully we had a seperate toilet, so they were spared having to do that in front of eachother too. Since I had my room downstairs, once I'd showered and everything, I had no cause to go back upstairs, so there was never any danger of me seeing the boys naked or anything, as they ran around getting ready for school. I did when I was younger, when me and my sister shared a room upstairs, but we were all younger then and seeing eachother naked was no big deal. Back then, even my sister, at 14 or 15, wasn't shy at casually showing off her big boobs to her younger brothers.

Anyway, when I arrived home from school that day, I half expected Mum to say something about what I'd done the night before. I was sure she'd have noticed the wooden cock had moved, or the cum stains on my duvet, or something, as I knew I hadn't covered up my 'crime' very well. I'd fretted about it all day at school, but my Mum didn't say anything. As it turns out, she hadn't even been in my room. When I went in there, I even found I'd stupidly left the t-shirt laying around that I'd used to clean myself up with, and I saw that it had blood stains on it as well as cum stains, which was a bit worrying. If Mum found that, there really would be questions asked. But I'd gotten away with it, and despite everything, I knew I'd do it again that night, but I knew I had to be more careful next time and plan it better.

That night, as soon as everyone was in bed, I went in search of my big wooden cock. I had learned my lesson from the night before and made a note of exactly where it went, cleverly (I thought) marking it's place with a dice from a board game. I also put down a towel, so I wouldn't mess up the duvet, and had a can of air freshener ready. I didn't open the windows as it was getting cold, and I was worried about attracting burglars. Since I moved downstairs, my Dad always warned me to keep the big windows closed at night, as my bedroom was at the front of the house and I might attract burglars. He talked about putting locks on the windows, but never got around to it. If he had, things would have been a lot different later, but we'll get to that when the time comes.

As with the night before, I pulled off my panties and sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. I was sitting on the towel and I had the light on again, as I wanted to see everything clearly. My pussy was already wet in anticipation of what was to come. I gripped the base in both hands and slowly started pushing the top of the wooden cock against my pussy, and watched again as it moved smoothly inside me. I didn't care about the grooves any more, and the hesitancy of the night before was gone. I thought I could push it all the way in easily, but I found I had to work it in, in a sort of fucking motion, moving it in and out. I loved the way it pushed and pulled the lips of my pussy as it went in and out, and again I was mesmerized by the dark brown cock contrasting against my pale skin. I still couldn't get it all in. I remember letting go of the base of it and just sitting there, looking at it sticking out of my pussy, thinking how weird it looked. Then I started to fuck myself with it, slowly at first, taking it almost the whole way out before easing it back in. God, it felt good. As I gradually started to speed up, the strokes got shorter, and so did my breath. I was moaning, but not too loud, more a sort of whimpering, as I was scared of anyone hearing me. I lay back on the bed, keeping my legs spread wide as I put my feet up on the bed, and bent my knees. And for the second night in a row, I brought myself to orgasm, fucking myself with my big wooden cock. I had a feeling that life would never be the same again.

Meanwhile, Ben's attitude towards me had started to change. I think he might have been jealous about me and the boys at school. As I've said, for one reason or another, I was drifting away from my closest friends. It was around this time that it suddenly reached breaking point, as my three best friends decided to form a girl group, thinking they were the new Destiny's Child or something. They were taking it pretty seriously, I think, and practiced their singing and their dance routines after school, and even carried on at school sometimes, during our lunch breaks. I wasn't part of it, and felt stupid just watching them, but I couldn't join them as I wasn't allowed out after school. I felt excluded, so I eventually left them to it and soon found myself hanging out with some of the older boys, especially a boy called Mark, who had asked me out a few times before. They were all Ben's age, and Ben knew them, of course, and I knew he wasn't pleased when he saw me talking to them all the time. Within the group, everyone acted like I was Mark's girlfriend, even though I wasn't. I liked hanging out with all of them, but I admit I tended to gravitate towards Mark more than the others.

I'm sure I didn't even notice the changes in Ben at the time. But now that we no longer had our night-time chats and kissing sessions, we seemed to have drifted apart a bit. We still laughed and messed about while we were playing computer games, or making up stories, or wandering around the town on Saturdays, but we didn't have that closeness we once shared. Of course, I can look back now and blame Ben for that, as he obviously preferred fucking my thighs at night to what we had before. Those late nights in my room and in my bed, talking and kissing, had made us very close and now it seems (with hindsight) that he only wanted me as a sex object.

Now, when we got home from school, he would be more eager to tie me up as soon as possible. I can imagine it was something he looked forward to all day, given that he hated school so much. Looking back, it somehow seemed more calculating and clinical now, and didn't seem spontaneous, as it was in the beginning. He was also rougher with me when pinning me down and restraining me, even though there was no need for it, as I offered little or no resistance. But I didn't notice or think about any of this at the time and still enjoyed being tied up and helpless, and I still loved Ben pulling my panties off and playing with my pussy and fucking me with the screwdriver handle. Okay, I hated the blindfold still, but you can't have everything. I did notice that Ben was much rougher and more forceful with me now, fucking me harder and faster with the screwdriver handle, pushing it deeper than before. I think maybe he was taking his jealousy and anger out on my poor pussy, but I'm not sure. At the time, I just spread my legs, laid back, and enjoyed it. I guess, even back then, I liked it rough, and I think we were both shocked when his hard fucking finally brought me to orgasm.

 

Part 16

Things were moving along. Ben was fucking me to orgasm with the screwdriver handle. That first time, I was embarrassed that he witnessed it, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was increasingly rough with me, and that seemed to speed things up. It didn't happen every time, because sometimes he'd cum himself before getting me off, and that would signal the end of the day's fun, leaving me frustrated. After that, it's hard to know if Ben was bringing me to orgasm deliberately, or (conversely) if he was leaving me frustrated deliberately, or if it was all down to luck and and he never thought anything about it. I really don't know.

He wasn't rough with me during his night time visits, and that would frustrate me again, but maybe he thought if I orgasmed at night I'd "wake up" and spoil his thigh fucking fun. Of course, at the time, I would usually have had one orgasm already, using my wooden cock, but I'd still feel frustrated. Now that I knew how good orgasms were, it was incredibly addictive, and it was also incredibly frustrating to have my pussy played with and not reach a satisfying climax.

With the blindfold a regular part of his after-school routine now, I was unaware of some of the things he did. I remember on a couple of occassions he peed into a plastic bottle. Not for any deviant sexual purposes, but simply because he needed to pee and couldn't risk leaving me there tied up and half naked while he ran to the toilet. I could hear it and I could smell it but I guess he hid it when he finished and emptied it at a later time. Other times, I'd hear him moving around, before or after he touched me, and I had no idea what he was doing, although some things became clear later.

But, as I said, things were changing between Ben and me. When he wasn't using me as a sex toy, we weren't as close as before, and he wasn't as much fun to be around as he used to be. He never talked about Mark and the other boys I hung out with at school, though I knew he didn't like it. They weren't "bad boys" or bullies, or anything like that - just regular boys. When George and the others came home, and it was no longer just the two of us, Ben became more sullen and reclusive, so I was spending a lot more time in my room with George, messing around, while Ben retreated to his room. At the time, my oldest brother, Danny, who Ben shared with, was staying out a lot and missing meals and coming home later and later, so Ben was on his own a lot. Again, I never really noticed a lot of this while it was happening, at least not in the beginning.

George occupied most of my time when he was home. He was very out-going and confident for his age and I don't think he ever liked doing things alone, like reading or playing computer games on his own. In many ways, he was the opposite of Ben, and he always appeared to be bright and happy. I liked being around him, as his sense of fun was infectious. In my room, we played all sorts of games, but sometimes he'd just talk for ages, telling me about what he'd been up to with his mates and stuff. He made everything sound like an adventure. We played board games and card games and George would blatantly cheat or change the rules to suit him, but I didn't care and would let him get on with it. I remember we'd act out scenes from movies and make up silly songs, and all sorts of things. Whatever George wanted to do, I went along with.

As with my earlier relationship with Ben, I allowed George to dictate what we did and when we did it. It happened when we were out in the park or in the woods at weekends, and it was the same when we were playing in my room. Seeing George happy made me happy, I guess. At the time, I didn't see a pattern emerging, but I don't know if I would have stopped it if I had. We did wrestle sometimes, but I never put up much of a fight. Whether that was because I was so used to surrendering to Ben or not, I can't say. Back then, George wasn't big (he would soon grow) but he was still stronger than me. And, of course, he tied me up sometimes too. Him and his friends did it in the woods and George was doing it more and more at home. I guess I knew we couldn't do the naughty things me and Ben did, because there was too much danger of being caught, as we were downstairs and there were too many people around in the evenings. Anyway, I didn't think George was old enough to think about girls and sex and all that yet.

I suppose it was inevitable that the feelings I had being tied up by George would somehow echo the feelings I had when Ben tied me up and did his stuff. After all, I was once more helpless and at the mercy of a boy. Even though there was nothing sexual in George's early bondage play, my pussy got wet anyway. I guess my body started to equate being tied up with sex. The difference is that Ben tied me up for a reason and didn't need to be very inventive, but George was. He tied me up in a hundred different ways. He gagged me and blindfolded me too, if he felt like it. Sometimes he'd leave me bound and helpless while he went to the toilet or went to get a snack or something, Sometimes he'd come back and feed me bits of food, which he thought was funny, as it high-lighted my helplessness. He even made me eat things I hated, like peanut butter or Marmite, or weird combinations of food. And, even though it wasn't sexual, George would, if he felt like it, lift up my skirt and look at my panties. It was more to embarrass me than for sexual reasons and he'd laugh and say things like, "Mum, Bella's showing off her knickers again," quite loud, and sometimes my Mum would answer back, "Bella, stop showing off your knickers," from the front room. I also remember Mum poking her head in to tell George to go to bed, and she'd see me tied up in some bizarre fashion and she'd simply say, "George, untie your sister and get upstairs to bed." This happened over a period of time. Unlike Ben, who had been shy and nervous in those early days, George never lacked for confidence and was far bolder in his treatment of me. He didn't tie me up every night, but he clearly enjoyed having his big sister at his mercy.

With Ben sometimes making me cum now during our after-school fun, I felt the need to run to the bathroom across the hallway after he'd untied me to clean myself up. This made him nervous at first, as he was constantly worried about me running downstairs and telling Mum what we'd been doing. But I daren't leave it as it was, or I'd be caught out for sure, and he never bothered to clean me up himself.

I don't know how long Ben had been fucking my thighs at night. I thought he'd do something similar during our after-school fun, but he seemed happy to masturbate using his hand. One night, he came into my room as usual and I was laying on my back, waiting for him. I would have my eyes closed most of the time, but I'd sneak looks now and then, when I thought he wasn't watching me. I knew the routine well and still got a thrill out of it, even if his finger-fucking left me frustrated lately. But Ben was in the mood for something different that night. He still knelt by the bed and slowly worked my panties down and off, and he still spread my legs and fingered me as I whimpered quietly and stared up at the ceiling. But he didn't climb into bed with me like before. This time, he stood up and stood over me and rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips. I could feel his wet pre-cum on me, though I didn't know what it was at the time. I so wanted to see Ben's cock, but knew he'd be looking at my face, so I continued to keep my eyes closed, feigning sleep. He pressed the tip of his cock against my lips and it slipped into my mouth. This was new. Ben had been fucking my thighs for so long, it was a genuine shock when he suddenly put his cock in my mouth like that. My bed was against the wall and he sort of leaned over me, his hands against the wall, as he eased his cock into my mouth.