Hi, my name is Andi! I am sixteen, and I’m almost five feet tall. I’m skinny, but I’ve got nice B-cup boobs with nipples as red as my hair. I have green eyes and freckles. And oh, yeah, I have red hair on my privates too! (blushing.) And a little around my butt hole. My butt hole is my favorite part of my body, and I spend a lot of time playing with it!
But anyway, I wanna tell you about the first time I fucked my brother. It was so hot. He’s really cute, and I’d wanted to fuck him for a long time, but lemme tell you about the first time I worked up the nerve to make him wanna play.
Mom and dad were fighting and it always made me scared. So I got in bed with my big brother Ryan. He’s seventeen. He’s so big. He’s got muscles on his muscles, and he makes me feel so safe with my back up against his chest. He was used to me climbing into bed with him, because mom and dad were always fighting. This was not too long before they got a divorce.
When I get scared or sad, I usually like to play with my butt. It makes me feel better, I don’t know why. I start rubbing my fingers in the crack, and after a while I put my hand inside my panties and feel my bunghole with my fingertips. This usually makes me fall asleep after a while. But if it doesn’t work, or if I wanna masturbate, I start to work my finger into my butt. But this time there was a problem, because my butt was right up against Ryan’s crotch. I didn’t wanna put my hand down there because it would be right up against his dick, and I didn’t have his permission to touch him there. He was snoring softly, and his chest was moving up and down, and I could feel his breath on my neck. It was so nice. I figured it would be okay just to put his hand on my butt crack.
After finishing college, my sister Jenny couldn’t find a reasonable job in New York and couldn’t afford to stay there. So she was forced to move back into our home where we had both grown up.
She was a little too mature to move back into her old room, after all she was twenty-two now. So she moved into the vacant basement apartment that my grandmother had occupied for the last few years of her life.
Jenny is five years older than I am. That makes it very hard to have things in common. When she went to college four years earlier I was only thirteen, and concerned myself with normal thirteen-year-old things.
Now at seventeen, I could only think of one thing: Sex!
I was watching TV. The only English-language station played reruns of The Partridge Family, Gilligan's Island, M*A*S*H, and All In The Family every afternoon. For me, at 15, living in Qatar, that was my so-called life.
We'd been in Qatar only since January - three months. We moved from Taiwan. Before Taiwan was Indonesia. Before that Kenya, Latvia, New Zealand... We moved a lot. No, my dad wasn't in the military - it was his business.
Taiwan had been pretty good. We'd lived there for almost two years. My sister, Janet, was sure she was going to be able to finish high school there. No luck. At Christmas, Dad called a family meeting and announced that we were moving in 3 weeks. The color drained from my sister's face. "No, no, no!" she shrieked.
Janet screamed. She cried. I seriously thought she was going to murder Dad. She begged to be able to stay in Taiwan. She pleaded. She slammed doors. She broke plates.
Really, I could understand. Qatar would be her fourth high school on the third continent. And she'd have to leave behind her friends (again), and her boyfriend - her first serious boyfriend - Dan. And going to a new high school just for second semester of senior year was going to be tough.
Man did I ever love jerking off. It's something I did really well. I first started doing it in my room when I was alone in the house. A magazine, a bottle of baby oil, and my own imagination is all I needed, and my hand of course. Eventually, I realized it was more exciting to masturbate when my sister's friends were over. I would listen to them talking, hearing every word easily through the thin wall that seperated our two rooms. It is here that I first found out that my sister, Mary, was still a virgin.
Valerie was swinging away in her back yard on a swing her father made out of a car tire. Each breeze that came from swinging made her long golden hair fly everywhere. She wore her short little blue jean shorts and a whitetank top. She wore two small braids on each side of her face to keep her long hair from getting in her eyes. She was glad it was finally summertime. That meant no school, no homework, and no more waking up early.
It was extremely hot that summer day. It was still early in the day and her parents were at work, leaving her alone with her grandmother, who took care of Valerie and her brother Tommy while Mom and Dad were at work. Since Valerie was only 14 and Tommy 16, they didn't really need a guardian to watch them over the summer, but grandmother's presence gave their parents peace of mind. The siblings didn't mind though. They loved their grandmother and besides she cooked a lot better than their own mother.