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David and I...incest?

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There are plenty of sensitive and politically incorrect subjects around these days, but none as charged with emotion and wrath as incest. I touched upon this subject from a culturally different point of view when I first wrote about myself on Solo Touch. Then I wrote about bathing and fondling my two younger brothers in detail sometime earlier in Whispering Lily.Since James was only three years younger than I, Ann took care of him the most and I would just stand by and watch her and learn from her. Mother stopped the bathing when he was almost eleven, making me about thirteen. I think our closer ages and sexual maturity kept us from interacting too much together. Ann confided in me many of her experiences about she and James when they were younger and if time permits, I will also share those.David was six years younger than I and Ann was careful to show me the intricacies of cleanliness as it pertains to boys. I had watched and helped her with James, but my charge was definitely David, especially when James started taking showers by himself in the other bathroom.On a nightly basis, I would become aroused and wet in anticipation of bathing David. For the first year, Ann would often help, but when David was eight and Ann was seventeen, her life was busy with school and social life. I missed Ann at first, because we usually pleasured ourselves when bathing the boys, but I also knew I could be more free and spontaneous without her.Korean boys who have nannies or older sisters are incredibly spoiled, immature, and dependent. That's no surprise. They are also na?ve about everything and very trusting, so I basically was David's life when I returned home from school. Play time and bath time was basically a repeat of what Ann and I did with James...at first.David was quite the active boy and was often restless and bounding all over my bed before his bath. I loved the expression that came over his face when I would pull him close to me and thrust my warm hand down his pants and cup his genitals. There would be a little giggle and a brief struggle to get away, but he would soon relax and lean against me and stare at the ceiling. I could surround his penis, sack and balls with my little hand and loved the feeling of that power. With the other hand, I would hold a book and read one of his stories. When we were settled, my fingers kneaded his sack and pushed his testicles all around. I could feel his little penis stiffen and then shift my attention to his shaft. Both David and James were uncircumcised which made it easy to push the foreskin back and forth over the head.Usually, I would fondle him until I watched his legs stiffen and then relax and then ask him if he wanted to take his bath or finish the story. I really have no idea why he would choose one or the other, but it seemed like he always knew what he wanted to do next. Giving him his choice made me feel pleased with myself for after all, I was the one who could actually force him to do one or the other. I think that's why David and I became so close and pretty dependent upon each other.If he chose to continue listening to the story, I knew he wanted me to continue my fondling until he climaxed, so I would take his shaft between my thumb and first and second fingers and stroke gently. As he became stiffer, I would slide my fingers a little higher so that his foreskin would flip back and forth against the rim of his glans. That inevitably brought a little thrust with his hips and then he would settle down again with little rhythmic movements. Most of the time, David would climax in about five minutes, but on occasion, he would just lie there and enjoy it until my fingers and wrist burned and ached from the effort. Then I would tell him that we have to finish the story pretty quickly because it was getting late. Either way, I knew David well and could stave off his orgasm for as long as I wanted, or bring him thrusting with pleasure in just a couple of minutes.The twitching of his legs was a sign that he was recognizing the arousal I was providing with my gentle, warm fondling. His little grunts and thrusts meant he would probably climax in another few seconds if I didn't stop. So I learned to read a story and capture David's cues of arousal perfectly. When his legs would stiffen and his thrusts were uncontrollable, I would tell him "just a minute" and stop reading. Then just quickening my strokes and running my fingers through his thick, black hair would put him over into an orgasm. He would pull his head forward with his chin against his chest and his legs would stretch out and toes curl back. At that wonderful surge of pleasure, his head would tilt to the right side and his hips thrust up and down just a little. I knew I had to slow down and stroke a little more gently as I felt his penis throb four or five times. Then he would relax his head and then body and then his legs. He was too immature sexually to squirt and eight years of age, so there was nothing to clean up except myself. I was usually wet and engorged by this time, but my pleasure would have to wait until after bath time. Sometimes, I became so aroused, I would hump against his back, but never could achieve an orgasm that way. Many times I would slip my hand down my own panties and frantically stroke my burning clitoris, but by that time, David was ready for his bath and I didn't want him to watch me masturbate...at least not at that time.I know some might question whether a boy can have an orgasm at age eight, but I can tell you that both James and David could at age five or six. At least Ann and I would watch their skinny legs stretch out for several seconds and their eyes glass over. To us it was an unmistakable orgasm. They would also "present" themselves to us at various times and want to be fondled until they climaxed, so we know it was very pleasurable and worth repeating on a regular basis for them. As for squirting, neither James nor David squirted until they were ten years old. I think that was mother's sign they were ready to shower on their own without the attentive care Ann and I provided. Every boy is different and matures at different rates. I've been told boys cannot orgasm until age eight to ten, but with the frequent stimulation and arousal we gave our brothers, maybe they just became more sensitive than other boys their age.Sometimes David would want me to end the story so I would give his little testicles a gentle squeeze and we would be off to the bathroom, but not before I checked my crotch to feel how everything was. I was never disappointed in my wetness and hard clitoris and would spend several seconds rubbing it between my fingers and dipping lower for more lubrication. Why I would want to tease myself like that is beyond me, but I will have to admit to liking my aroused state. To this day I love to remain aroused for hours at a time, enjoying the anticipation of a crashing, bone rattling orgasm. Now if I continue throughout the day and allow the engorgement to subside, I am terrible grumpy until adequately relieved. As a young girl, I frequently masturbated and seldom had to experience the grumps.While I turned on the water to fill the bathtub, David would brush his teeth and by the time he removed his clothes, his little erection was gone. He had a darling little penis whether erect and aroused or not. In the limp state it was barely an inch long with the foreskin completely covering the head and folding together for another half inch...probably less. In a way, it resembled a little cherry with the stem sticking out. His sack and balls were almost invisible between his legs and looked more purplish. David's little round, bubble butt would abruptly appear as his slipped off his trousers, underwear and all. Often, I would be next to the tub adjusting the water temperature and swirling the water around, one hand again in my pants working on my throbbing clitoris, pinching my slippery lips, and teasing my hole.For that first year, our routine was pretty predictable. He would play with his toys as I washed his hair. I was always disappointed when the suds hit the tub water and would obscure my view of his penis. Then he would tilt his head back and I could rinse his hair out with the handheld shower attachment. When we were finished with the hair, he would turn around and lie back against the back slant of the tub while I soaped up a sponge. He enjoyed my caresses as I slide both the soapy sponge and my naked hand against his slippery body, often closing his eyes. I always started with his neck and shoulders, under his arms and down to his abdomen. Then I would go to his feet and work my way up each leg to mid thigh, before rinsing the sponge out and putting it on the edge of the tub. The rest of his washing was done with my soapy hands.Wasting no time, I started with his penis that was now erect, pulling the foreskin down and exposing his glans. That usually resulted in a little jerk of his hips. I know that the foreskin covering allows the glans of the penis to remain very sensitive and David was no exception. With one hand holding down the foreskin, I would use my other hand to wash his sack, making certain to gently roll his testicles around a few times. Then I would venture into his crack, but not too far. With the foreskin pulled down with one hand, cleaning around the glans and rim was easy, but I had to be careful not to be rough. Most of my time was spent with his shaft, just below his rim allowing the foreskin to bump against the rim and glans. Then I would have him roll over on his stomach when I would again use the soapy sponge for his backside ending up with his cute butt. Putting aside the sponge, I would knead and caress his bottom, occasionally dipping down and rub across his wrinkled little hole, which made him clench a little at first, but he always settled down and relaxed. Soon I was able to stroke across his bottom hole at will and tentatively insert a little of my finger. David wasn't always agreeable to accepting my finger and I think it was just the mood he was in and what he wanted at that particular moment. Sometimes Davis would just roll over on his own and other times I would stop washing his backside. Then he would have to sit up and I rinsed his slippery, shiny body off with the showerhead, caressing all parts of his body with my free hand. I would end up between his legs, pulling the foreskin back and tickling his sack.Now the serious part was at hand when David would lie back down and "present" himself, which was my sign to masturbate him to an orgasm. As I played with his penis, I let out just enough water from the tub to expose his genitals and rinsed them off thoroughly. With one hand rubbing his chest and encircling his nipples, I stroked his little erection with the other. David would usually have his eyes closed, but sometimes he would open them and gaze directly into my eyes for a few seconds. I was always the one to turn away as I believe it was my Korean upbringing to appear humble, especially women.The signs of pleasure would appear: little legs stiffening and hips jerking ever so slightly. That was my cue to switch hands which allowed my one hand to dip below the surface of the water and begin stroking and fingering his bottom hole. His shiny, little erection glistened in the light and with the skin pulled back, the purple hue of his engorged glans showed his obvious arousal. Little grunts from his throat and the rhythmic thrusts from his hips signaled he was close to climaxing. His bottom hole also twitched, but slowly and gently my middle finger would slip in further until halfway in.It would be twenty years later that I would discover I had been massaging David's tiny prostate gland. At the time, I thought it was just the penetration of my middle finger that excited him so much. The angle of my wrist made my finger curl up against his prostate, which I am to assume is a sensitive place (not having one myself). Maybe it is similar to a woman's G-spot (which I definitely DO have!)? I accidentally discovered my hubby's prostate when fooling around with a vibrator and it absolutely set him off. To this day, all I have to do is massage his prostate with my finger or inserted object of pleasure and he cums in just seconds.David was really no different and my insertion into his anus and unknowingly stroking his sensitive, little prostate was all it took. His face would wrinkle up and legs spread apart and I know there was no going back because he was going to climax whether I did anything more or not. I usually pulled his foreskin down exposing his glans and then would wrap my whole hand around his penis and glans and squeeze and rotate my hand around and around. I would simultaneously wriggle my finger around in his bottom hole. His head would jerk forward on his chest and hips thrust out of the water just a little. He looked like he was in utter pain, but we all probably have that expression from time to time when we climax.Then as his orgasm pulsed through him, his little hips would shake rhythmically; legs stiffen straight out and toes curl backwards. Sometimes a throaty growl escaped, but that was usually after most of the pleasure had subsided. As the orgasm drained from him, his head went back against the tub and I became very gentle with his sensitive penis and slowly slipped my finger from his anus. Just as my finger passed out, a little grunt would always emanate from him. After about ten seconds, he would open his eyes and sit up and I would let out the rest of the water, rinse him and towel him off. I was amazed at how quickly his erection subsided and has to make certain all the soap was off and the glans and rim completely dry before it became almost too tiny to handle. That was sometimes very difficult because he was so sensitive there and I learned to be very gentle and patient.There was never a thank you or word of encouragement from either brother so it seemed they assumed it was our place to please them in that manner. For that, I am somewhat bothered, but Ann and I enjoyed every bit of it and if all of our caresses, love and pleasuring helped them in the intimacy of their marriages, I am satisfied. It certainly gave me the ability to arouse my hubby and become a good lover.I am a bit of a devious person, while Ann is trusting and na?ve and incredibly honest. It was because of this that I was somewhat relived to see that Ann was participating less and less with David's baths. I knew if I crossed her unknown line of behavior, she would not only physically admonish me, but would tell our mother. It had happened before with James when I licked his little penis. I was seven and her was four and Ann left us alone to answer the phone. His penis appeared so inviting, just quivering with an erection. I was supposed to continue stroking him until he wanted me to stop, but that oral urge came from nowhere so I bent over the side of the tub and took a tentative lick and liked it. It was velvety smooth, slippery with tub water, but stiff and hard. In no time I had engulfed the little erective completely in my mouth and was sucking just like I used to with my thumb (yes, I was a thumb-sucker!), and it was about that small at the time. I loved it! It felt wonderful in my mouth and I was actually feeling a bit soothed and comforted.Suddenly I was awaked out of my reverie by a stinging slap on my bottom and I jerked myself out of the tub only to receive another stinging slap to my face that sent me back against the wall. Ann went instantly to James as though I had physically mutilated him and when I sat back up to see what she was doing, a kick to my leg sent be back to the floor again. I huddled in the corner crying while Ann finished bathing James, who was also crying by now and then ran to my room when Ann took James to bed. Fifteen minutes later, Ann was into our room slapping my shoulders and butt asking me what I thought I was doing. I just cried until she left and then sat up in my bed in wonderment and sadness, going over in my mind what I had done wrong. But remembering James' little erection stirred and aroused me and I soon had my hand in my pants and heading for quick relief. I could almost taste his penis again and longed for that smooth, wet thing on my tongue. Soon I was jerking my hips to the rhythmic strokes of my fingers and succumbed to a jolting orgasm with many after waves, soothing my heartache and sorrow. Later that night, our mother punished me in the usual manner, which is pants down to the ankles and lay across the bed and in front of Ann. Mother's hands were small and she was petite like Ann and I, but she could bring tears to you eyes with just one swat of her bare hands. I received ten for my trespass, which is the most anyone has ever received from our mother. They all were low and across were the buttocks meet with the upper thigh and hurt incredibly. I was never again left alone with James. Ann comforted me tenderly that night, but I became well aware of her potential and stayed clear of anything that might anger her. I didn't even know about what incest was, but that night I knew there were boundaries with the liberties Ann and I took with our younger brothers.Now, here I am with basically complete solitude with David and remembering the severe punishment I received for my oral gratification. It was striking that now David is about the same age as James when I put his penis in my mouth. Their penises were fairly different. James had a small, thin penis with foreskin that barely covered the head. David's penis was just as long at that age, but definitely thicker and plenty of foreskin. It didn't take long for those oral urges to return and one evening, while reading a story, that uncontrollable urge overwhelmed me.My hand was in David's pants fondling his erection and squeezing his little testicles and I asked him if could see his "keikei" up close. He was around nine years old then and told me I had already seen it plenty of times. I told him he was older now and he was changing so that in order to be thorough in cleaning his keikei, I needed to look at it. He just grinned and pulled his pants down to his knees. There I saw my own hand with fingers and thumb wrapped around his erection in mid-stroke. As I pulled his foreskin down to reveal the glans, a pungent odor of old pee and perspiration made me consider again my foolhardiness. I pretended to inspect every crevice and fold and again had to fight off the powerful urge to suck it.I told him he really needed a bath and we would finish the story after that. The bath went as usual except I did not allow him to climax, but rushed through with as much gentleness and patience as I could muster. I told him I had a surprise for him before we resumed reading. I remember actually being a little shaky with anticipation and mortal fear of being caught, but Ann, James and father were at a game and mother never came in during the nighttime stories.I laid David on the bed and pulled his pajamas down to his knees. There was his little penis, limp, but sticking up. I told him that we were going to do something different to make him feel good and slowly fondled his penis with one hand and cupped his sack and testicles with the other. Surprisingly, he became erect in a very short time and the twitching in his hips started. I continued, as expected, to masturbate him until the telltale sign of an impending orgasm were apparent. Suddenly, I pulled the foreskin way down around his shaft and placed my mouth on his throbbing, little organ. He moaned loudly and pushed his hips against my mouth. My finger started its dance in his bottom and he was off to pleasure-land. I sucked gently, but found more pleasure for myself by exploring his thrusting erection with my tongue. It was very stiff against my soft, warm tongue. Still only about three inches long, I had to be careful not to let it go too far and cause me to gag.His hips shook with pleasure and I could feel every pulse of his cock as he climaxed. David grunted and groaned and then I felt two hands on my head and was relieved to discover they were David's hands making certain I was not going to stop the wonderful, erotic sensation pulsing through his body. He experienced a long, hard orgasm with several spasms after, especially when I sucked in his penis and let it slip from my mouth. He lay breathing hard and flushed on his pillow as I kissed his tummy and then his face. I was flushed with excitement and embarrassment all at once, wondering if he would realize my actions after the initial glow of pleasure subsided. He opened his eyes and said that was nice and relief washed all my anxiety away. We spent the next fifteen minutes curled up together and I explained the importance of never telling anyone or we would have to stop, all the while fingering my clit and agonizing for relief. I climaxed three times that evening...once in the bathroom, once in the greenhouse, and again in the bathroom...all in about four hours. Not bad for a fifteen year old! I wasn't going to let Ann catch me for fear she would suspect something and force David to tell of our forbidden actions. My last masturbation episode in the bathroom was a long one and I thought I would never achieve and orgasm, and you know how frustrating that can be. I sucked on the handle of a hairbrush to send me headlong into an incredibly intense and long orgasm. It was so hard and long, that I saw spots felt like I was going to pas out, but I know a lot of it was from just holding my breath and lack of oxygen to my brain (which is another story). To my knowledge, David told no one and our game of "cat and mouse" continued even after I was no longer allowed to bathe him. Yes, I was the rebellious and adventurous one of my family, seemingly always pushing the limits. In retrospect, what defines the limitations of incest? Culturally, the Korean upbringing of younger brothers was acceptable. But once I broke the cultural rules with oral gratification, was that now incest. I really don't care and haven't worried a bit over it for all these years. My early worry was getting caught and shaming David, but as he grew older, I knew this secret, as well as others, was ours and ours alone. David is the only one of my family who will come up from behind me while we're talking with other people, place his hand on my shoulder and eventually move it up my neck and run his fingers through my dark, thick hair. Not often, but it inevitable sends sparks of arousal throughout my loins.

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