Hello guys (and gals?)

 Some of you have asked to know more about how I started and why i was so young when I started to handle cocks. Here is the TRUE story of me learning about cocks from my big brother

please let me know if you want to hear about how I learned to suck adult cocks and later to get fucked :)

Pleasing my big brotherI had three older brothers, and so when I was growing up I was very popular amongst the other girls who always wanted to come round to my house to play!

Anyway, from an early age I got used to seeing cocks. We were pretty easy going in our household, and while we were nowhere near being “nudists” it was not uncommon for one or other of my brothers to walk back to his room nude after a bath or shower. And when I was smaller they would see me naked. Nothing erotic, it was just natural in our family, but I suppose as I got a little bit older I would try to be upstairs around the time they had a shower after football…. 

But things changed when I was about 9 and my big brother, who was 16, called me into his bedroom one evening. He was lying on the bed in his pyjamas, which I thought was strange because it was still early. Without much in the way of preliminaries he called me over to the bed and took my little hand in his much bigger one and thrust it into his pyjama trousers!

As I said, I had seen his cock a few times before, but had never touched it. He got hard almost immediately and I saw, and felt, my first ever erect cock….. He covered my hand with his and slowly moved it up and down his shaft. Pretty soon I got the idea of what he wanted and stood obediently at the side of his bed and stroked his stiff cock. It didn’t take long for him to reach orgasm and, as you can imagine, the ejaculation took me by surprise. His penis was suddenly shooting this thick white cream all over the place. At just nine years old I had no idea what this was all about. I had seen his penis a few times but never doing this!

Naturally enough, I had tried to take my hand away as his cock started to spew his seed, but he held my hand in place as his cock spurted and pulsed through his orgasm…..Big brother was making all sorts of funny noises throughout and I thought I had hurt him, but he soon calmed down and thanked me and told me I had done a good job.  Well, of course I was pleased and flattered by my biggest brother even noticing me, let alone praising me and so I was not at all upset by what had happened. He sent me to the bathroom for a flannel and made me clean all the spunk (as he called it) off his pyjamas and the bed.  Later he explained to me what we had done and I looked up some of the words in the encyclopaedia – as you can imagine, I wasn’t going to ask Mum or Dad about it! 

Anyway, this became a ritual for us. Almost every night before I went to bed, he would go upstairs and I would go to his room on my way to bed and wank him with my little hands. He taught me lots of different ways of doing it – using one hand or two, fast or slow etc. Most nights I stood by the side of the bed, but sometimes he told me to kneel next to him and lean over his groin as I stroked him. That way he could touch me more easily. We soon learned that it was much better if he was naked from the waist down to make less mess and I quickly learned it was best to take a small towel with me to catch all of his semen. I made sure that I washed the towel every night before Mum noticed it.

Looking back, I am sure that Mum (or even Dad) must have noticed the smell of semen in his room almost all the time, but I guess she just thought it was a horny healthy 16 or 17 year old masturbating as normal. Certainly she never suspected that I was servicing him, I’m sure. Well, she never said anything.

This went on for about a year and by that time even if he didn’t call me to his room, I would get up later in the evening and go his room of my own free will and ask him if he wanted me to “do him”. He usually gave me 50p for doing him, so I was making quite a lot of pocket money too. 

Eventually after about a year of regular hand jobs for my biggest brother, my next oldest brother found out what I was doing and after that I had TWO cocks to service most nights. But funnily enough the other brother never found out or never wanted to join in. So I would go from one room to the other to toss off horny 15, 16 or 17 year olds. At some point one of them suggested I kiss the end of his cock and that became part of what I did for them, but not a real blow job, just kissing the end with my little, inexperienced mouth.

The only other variations were when they made me take of my top so they could see my little puffy nipples before I had real breasts. Strangely, they never wanted to touch me between my legs. But I soon discovered that I was quite damp between my legs after doing one or other of the teenage cocks. More reading and a few careful questions at school taught me that girls could masturbate too, and I was an eager self-taught student back in my bedroom, lying on my tummy and rubbing my clitoris as I humped my hand. I must have had little orgasms, because I seem to remember feeling good and relaxed afterwards, but most of my memories revolve around handling erect or semi erect cocks and watching them shoot out their loads.

This went on until my eldest brother went off to college at 18 and the next eldest one had himself a steady girlfriend. So it was only rarely that I was called into his bedroom to give him relief when his girlfriend had been a bitch to him that night, or it was an evening they weren’t seeing each other. I was happy to make my brother feel better and he would tell me how much better I was a tossing him off than his girlfriend. She was a nice girl and at 15, was still 5 years older than me so, I felt very proud that I could do better with my hands than she could! He also left home and my incestuous hand jobs came to an end. After they had moved away, even if they came home and slept in their old rooms for a night or two, they didn’t want or need me to attend to their needs. I even knocked quietly on their door to see if they wanted me to do them.

But that part of my life had gone for ever.