From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: A true story from my childhood.   
      
       When I was about 7 my family went to visit my grandparents in Arkansas.   
   They lived out in the country with a cotton field and a bayou close by.  My   
   brothers and I would walk down there with one of our uncles and do some   
   fishing.  I was the oldest child of 3.  I had short, curly, strawberry   
   blonde hair, blue eyes, probably about 70 pounds, 3'8.  My brothers were   
   younger than me Albert was the middle child, he had blonde hair, blue   
   eyes-he was age 5 1/2.  My younger brother Anthony looked like my dad-dark   
   hair and dark brown eyes he was 4 1/2.   
      
       My uncle asked my parents if he could walk my brothers and I down to the   
   bayou.  They had no reason to believe that he would hurt any of us.  Why   
   should they?  After we got down there my brothers did their own thing while   
   we were at the bayou so they didn't notice my uncle and what he was doing   
   to me.  He asked if he could touch me in certain places and would point to   
   where he wanted to touch.  He was my uncle I trusted him and shyly said   
   yes. First he asked to touch my nips and he cupped each one gently rubbing   
   his finger over the tips-not that I had much there back then.  It felt good   
   so when he asked to touch me lower, I again said yes.  He seemed a little   
   hesitant but finally gave in to his resistance since I had already said   
   yes. Since I was wearing baggy shorts he tenderly cupped my mound through   
   my clothes and sort of rubbed up and down through my legs.  Then with his   
   thumb he reached inside my shorts and rubbed over my panties where my pee   
   pee was.  I think his touches started to effect me and I started to sway.   
   That's when he held me to his chest my back to him.  He whispered something   
   in my ear like moaning which I didn't realize till latter in life what it   
   meant.  He asked if he could put his hands in my panties and I couldn't say   
   no it felt too good so he continued what he was doing.  He fiddled with my   
   pee pee inside my panties and kissing my neck and telling me that I was   
   such a good girl-I liked the praise.  I'm not sure what happed after that   
   maybe someone interrupted us.  I don't remember if it ever happened again   
   and a few days latter we headed home.   
      
       A few days after returning home from out trip my mother caught me   
   masturbating.  She started yelling at me and told me, "Little girls   
   shouldn't do that." I was mortified, I had no idea anything I was doing was   
   wrong.  So after that when I needed to masturbate I would either be in my   
   room or the bathroom.  I found that I could get the same pee pee feeling   
   that my uncle had done, by rolling up a towel and move my hips into it.  I   
   now know that it was humping-back then it was the greatest feeling for me.   
   And I still masturbate that way.   
      
       One night the family was watching TV and Albert and I were lying on the   
   floor.  I reached over and played with his hair till he fell asleep.  I   
   think that's about the time we started (playing/experimenting) together.   
   It wasn't an everyday thing-but because of boredom we tried different stuff   
   together over a period of about 3 years.  When I was about 11 I started   
   noticing other boys.  But during those 3 years my brother and I tried   
   different things.  We lived in a two-bedroom house so my brothers and I   
   shared a room.  My bed was close to Albert's and I would climb in bed with   
   him after my parents left the room.  My youngest brother Anthony never   
   cared to join us but never told what we did.  While I was in Albert's bed I   
   would reach under the covers and fiddle with his pee pee.  He always   
   enjoyed it and would lie very still.  I liked getting him hard and would   
   see his pee pee twitching by the way of our night light.  I always liked   
   seeing it jump it was like my touch was powerful.  He never came that I   
   recall-probably to young.  On another occasion my mom was taking a nap and   
   we were watching TV liked she told us to.  But we got bored and I reached   
   over and rubbed his pee pee area getting him hard.  He didn't like his   
   underwear on so he took them off and let me touch his bare skin.  We sat   
   there side by side watching TV while I stroked him.  I bet I did him a good   
   30 minutes.  He was still too young to cum though.   
      
       A few years latter we moved into a bigger house in the country.  I had   
   my own room then.  Our new house meant new possibilities especially since   
   there's not much to do.  He had a fascination with my butt.  I would be on   
   all fours and he would just rub my butt over and over.  Then I would stand   
   up and he would be behind me and I would rub my ass into his pee   
   pee-grinding.   
      
       There was this one other time that we came close to doing the total sex   
   act.  We were messing around in my bedroom naked, on my bed.  I was laying   
   on my bed with my butt in the air for him.  I was masturbating like I   
   usually do and Albert was watching me.  He then climbed on top of me his   
   pee pee was between my butt cheeks and he was humping me while I   
   masturbated.  At the time neither of us knew what we were doing only that   
   it felt good.  I told him he was getting heavy so he got off of me and I   
   laid down on the bed with my legs spread and he knelt in front of me.  For   
   some reason I wanted his pee pee in mine so I urged him closer by squeezing   
   his butt cheeks.  He was almost inside me when our little brother   
   interrupted us.  That's the last time I recall we ever did anything like   
   that again.  I couldn't tell you why.  I do know that even to this day we   
   both have a high sex drive.  Was it because of the early masturbating?  Who   
   knows!  Only reason I know he has a high sex drive is because of the many   
   girlfriends he has had over the years.  He isn't getting satisfied with one   
   girl and moves to the next.  My brother and I grew apart and as teens had   
   nothing in common and would fight a lot.  I also wonder why I don't recall   
   more of my childhood!  Maybe I tried to block out parts of it for some   
   reason.   
      
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