Pleasing my big brother when I was a little girl

I 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 9 and my big brother, who was 17, 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 I had never touched it. He was already hard and so I saw, and felt, my first ever erect cock…..

He covered my hand with his and slowly moved both of our hands 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 that first time 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. My biggest brother, George, liked different sorts of hand jobs and he taught me how to give him pleasure in different ways. And I did my best to please him most days!

For example, we had lots of ordinary wank jobs when he just wanted me to get him off quickly before I went to bed. He would lie on his bed and I would pull and stroke and squeeze his cock pretty firmly and fast until he ejaculated a big load all over himself. Between us we soon worked out that if I put a sock over the end of his cock after I had got him nice and hard he could dump his load into the sock and I would not have so much of a mess to clear up afterwards. Of course the sock was not spunk-proof and it still dripped out, but it made my life a lot easier and did not seem to disappoint George.

A different sort of relief came if his girlfriend had been a cock tease when he had taken her out, he would come back with aching balls full of spunk that he needed relieving. I would usually be asleep in bed but he would come into my room, gently wake me up and kneel on the edge of my bed, his red, angry looking cock already drooling pre-cum and clearly in need of some TLC. He did not expect me to do much. I learned to make my hands into a little tube, lubricated with the lotion I kept by my bed, and he would start to thrust his throbbing cock rapidly back and forth as if he were fucking my hands. His girlfriend would sometimes be a bitch and not suck him or wank him and although my little hands were a poor substitute for a hot mouth or pussy he wanted to ejaculate with me rather than go to bed with “blue balls”.  I would sit up on my little bed with my hands in front of my flat chest. George would hold my hands tight on his cock as he knelt across my legs and then start to fuck my hands. By holding them in place as he used me, he was able to bang his cock into my artificial cunt as fast as he needed. It never took very long when he was in this mood and if I had been careful and grabbed a special towel I left under my bed, I would try to direct his cock on the towel as he started to shoot out his seed.

But the times I liked best were when he knew he would have the house to himself – our parents were often out in the evening. He would lock his bedroom door in case one of the other boys came back early and he would strip off completely. I would take off my clothes too, but strangely he didn’t show much interest in my body. I was, after all, only a flat-chested 9 year old and he just needed a target for his spunk ! He would sit on a chair with his legs spread wide apart from me to kneel between them. I would grease up my hands with lotion and start to slowly stroke and squeeze and play with his cock. George taught me the best ways to play with a boy’s balls and even stroking behind his balls near his anus (but never inside it).

This stroking and squeezing would go on for a long time. As he got near to coming, he would stop me and cool down a little before telling me to start again. Often he would be sitting back reading PlayBoy or something like that as I wanked him and he would sometimes show me pictures of some girl with big breasts and tell me the sort of girls he really liked. I wasn’t jealous or upset. He clearly did not see me in a sexual way – I was just a source of relief for him. Anyway after all this playing and stroking he would eventually decide to come. He would put his magazine down and scrunch forward and half crouch over me…. I would bring him off with the sort of pressure and speed that I knew he liked best and when he came he came big time!  My chest and legs would be COVERED in his hot slimy sperm and sometimes it would go on my face. He had his eyes shut as he grunted his was through his orgasm and didn’t care where it all went -  as long as I had coaxed out every drop. I would get so excited when I got covered in his semen – it felt even naughtier than what we did most other nights J. Once he had finished spurting he would send me to the bathroom to clean up and he would get dressed or go to bed, depending on the time.

So most nights 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 9 year old’s hands. As I said, for most “routine” hand jobs 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. 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 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 this 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 J

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 16 and 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 Bobby made me take of my top so he could see if my little puffy nipples were starting to show… long 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 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.

These hand jobs went on until my eldest brother went off to college at 18 and the next eldest one (Bobby) had himself a steady girlfriend. So it was only rarely that I was called into Bobby’s 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 I liked seeing her. She was 15, 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.