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My Japanese Little Brother

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How my little brother's peeping led to fun times.

I am Japanese, so of course I have a Japanese name, but I like to use my English name Rita. I like Rita because it sounds smart, even a little precocious. My mother used to say I was precocious until my little brother came along four years later. His precociousness definitely outshines mine about ten to one. Maybe that is why I adore him? And miss him terribly! This is about his visit last summer. I could hardly wait. It had been almost two years since I left home in Fukuoka to come to here and work in Nagoya. We talked occasionally on the phone and emailed each other but that was usually about school things and the fees I paid so he could attend the English medium school near home. I was just dying to catch up on all his news and tell him mine. I picked him off the bus straight from work and was amazed at how much he had grown. At almost thirteen he was nearly as tall than me. I felt so proud as we walked down the street to my little flat. He was hot and tired after his long trip so I told him to take a shower while I prepared dinner. That night I cooked his favourite dish and watched with pleasure as he ate a huge amount, like adolescent boys do. Finally, he was satisfied and I put the left-over's in the refrigerator. I switched on the TV and headed for the bathroom, but he was not interested in watching TV. I was towelling myself dry in front of the bathroom mirror when I realised my little brother was peeping. Distracted, I almost stepped into the toilet bowl. I was shocked and annoyed at first but as he'd just arrived from home after travel all day, I decided to speak to him about it next day. But I didn't. After the initial shock had worn off, I decided I didn't really mind, after all it was not too many years ago that we had shared the same bath. Anyway, the ventilation louvers had such wide gaps you could hardly expect him not to peep, I thought, consoling myself that his curiosity was quite natural and resolving to hang something there. But I never did. We shared the single bed, just as we had at home, and I felt comfortable as his hard body cuddled against my back, only separated by my thin nighty and his shorts. He was asleep in minutes and I lay thinking how much I adored him and how wonderful it was having him with me again. Later that night, I was awakened by his apparent moans of distress and turned to hold him as he dealt with the mysterious goings-on in his dream. I realised that my little brother had climaxed in his sleep. Curious, I reached down to feel for evidence of an emission but there was none, just a still stiff little penis and no hair. My baby brother is still my baby brother, I thought, he still hasn't reached puberty yet. I was asleep the first time he tried touching me there and my startled reaction frightened him off. I immediately regretted my prudish reaction to his exploratory caress. Poor kid's just curious, I thought, if I don't show him, he'll never learn. So I resolved to be more open in future. The following night I did something special in the shower. Instead of standing over the toilet to pee, I squatted, facing the door and my peeping little brother. Then slowly and deliberately, I spread my lips, displaying my hymen and erect clitoris. That night, I pretended to be asleep when he raised my nightie before snuggling against me as he had before. However, this time his penis lay rigid between the cheeks of my bare bottom skin on skin. He lay still for what seemed an eternity until, encouraged by my lack of response, he pulled back slightly and nestled the head of his penis against my anus. That felt so good I wanted him to stay like that forever, but it was too good for him to last. The climax swept over him and his penis jumped against my anus. I pretended to be asleep, but I had not come and my wetness beckoned. I sneaked a hand down and caressed. I felt his penis stiffen against me and my slight movements suddenly gave way to violent contractions. I could no longer pretend to be asleep. He asked if we could do it properly and I told him we should never do that. He said lots of boys at school have done it. I said I loved him and held his penis in my hand. Finally, we slept but sometime during the night he awoke and started pushing against my anus again. This time I guided his penis between my thighs as he pulled himself against me, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my tummy. Lodged between my thighs and against my pussy he lay still, wanting it to last. I took his hand down. He needed no further guidance and was soon exploring that special place he had seen but never touched. Very soon I was again enjoying the tremors of orgasm as my little brother cradled me in his arms. I delighted in the feel of his little turtle-head nosing about my pussy so I was always reluctant to push him away. But I knew I must not let him in there because I had to keep my virginity. Back then an intact hymen was an essential prerequisite to a successful and happy marriage. On his last night we left the light on and I let him squat over me, his erection between my breasts, while I had a really good look. It was much bigger than I remembered. I pulled him closer, pushed his foreskin right back, drew it into my mouth, and savoured the sensation of sucking my own brother. I stopped before he came and pushed his head down, lying back as he licked and probed at the little hole in my hymen with his tongue. He came doing that and so did I. He was still sporting an erection when, reminding him there was an early bus to catch, I finally pushed him out of bed.

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