Little Sister’s Bathtime

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I was supposed to be an only child as my parents wanted a small family. But when I was 8, they got a bit careless and my little sister Donna was born! Everybody loved Donna. She was such a cute, happy, innocent and funny little girl. And I took my responsibilities as the big brother seriously.

So every night when little, someone had to give Donna her bath. Dad was all business and had her clean and out of the tub in five minutes. Mom let her play for 15-30 minutes, and then washed her. I would let her play for as long as she wanted, or until Mom told me to hurry it up and get her too bed. So naturally at bath time, Donna wanted me to bathe her.

That’s what happened one night when she was about 5. We played, I made her wash (she had figured out how to do a fairly good job on her own), and got her ready for bed. The next night I had homework, so Mom had to bathe Donna. But she was called to the phone, so she called for me to watch my sister for a few minutes. I walked into the bathroom, and Donna screamed, “Go away! I’m naked!” She tried to cover herself up and turned red with embarrassment. I was certainly confused. Twenty-four hours earlier, I had just seen her just as naked when I gave her a bath and she didn’t care.

And that was the end of my giving Donna a bath. In one day she discovered modesty, or at least the shame of nudity. I was actually kind of happy as it showed that my little sister was growing up. I was also kind of sad because I knew her innocent days were just about over.

Donna is 14 now. Last week I brought my new girlfriend home to meet the family. Donna told her all about what a great brother I was when she was a little kid. She mentioned how I used to even give her a bath. Then she asked why I suddenly stopped. I didn’t want to get into any embarrassing stories about her screaming, so I just asked if she wanted me to start bathing her again. Donna just laughed and said, “You wish.”

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My best friend and little brother

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First the background. I am the second of four children in my family. I’m a girl. I have an older brother Adam, a younger sister and a younger brother. Our father left right after my younger brother Andy was born. My mom often had to work long hours to support us, so my older brother sort of took over as the male authority in the house. Me and the younger kids looked up to him. When Adam went away to college on a scholarship, he told me it was my turn to look after the younger ones.

So I had a friend named Louise. She was boy crazy at the age of 12, and lost her virginity at 13 to a boy in our class. Within a year she had slept with half the boys in our class and a good deal more in our school. As she grew, her taste in boys did not change. She liked them young. I should have kept her away from Andy.

So I was 17 when this happened and Andy was 13. Louise was at our house to work with me on a school project. I didn’t know Andy was home taking a shower until he came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Louise saw him and said she was going to grab that towel and rub her hands all over Andy’s smooth body. I told her not to. Actually I said something like, “If you touch my brother, I’ll break your arm.” Andy ran into his room.

Later I talked to Andy all about Louise. I told him to stay away from her. I not only thought he was too young for sex, but Louise was my age and too old for a boy of 13. Besides, if there was anything I learned from Adam, it was that sex was something special to be shared by two people who have close feelings for each other. I waited until I was 17 and found the guy I knew I would spend my life with. We are now engaged. My first experience was with a boy who truly loved me was the most magnificent experience of my life. I wanted the same for my younger siblings. I thought my message to Andy got through.

About a week later, I came home. I thought I would be alone. Mom had to work late. Sis was at a friend’s house working on a school project. I thought Andy had something going on after school. But I heard voices, one female, from Andy’s room. So I went up and opened his door. There was Andy with Louise, naked in bed. Andy pulled the sheets up to his neck. Louise got out of bed and stood there smiling and naked. “I made your brother a man,” she said. I told her to get the hell out of my house. I then told Andy to get dressed and I would talk to him.

When he was dressed, I went into his room and we both sat down. I tried to explain that he met nothing to Louise, and that she has had many boys in the past who mean nothing to her. Andy didn’t care. He just wanted the sex. So I had to use another angle. I asked him if they used protection, and Andy said Louise said they didn’t need it. I told Andy that Louise has had at least one abortion I knew of, and I know of two occasions where she was treated for STDs. Andy didn’t believe me, so I told him to ask Louise. I dialed her number on my cell phone and gave it to Andy. Andy asked, and then his face turned white. After he hung up, he said Louise said, “Yeah, but don’t worry about it.” He knew she was hiding something.

That weekend, I took Andy to the health clinic to be tested. It game back negative for everything. Andy promised he would wait to have sex until he was older. It was embarrassing for both of us, but I hoped Andy learned something.

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Sex With My Ex

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This was the first time my ex boyfriend and I had sex I was 16 and he was 21 or something like that at the time.

We were on the couch watching t.v when he began to kiss me. (I already wasn’t a virgin because I’d already lost my virginity but after I lost it I never had sex again until this time.)  I knew after making him wait 8 months I was ready to have him,  so I started to rub on his cock though his jeans which began to get him hard. I was very wet from him sucking on my neck and kissing me so he forced his hand down my jeans and began to slowly finger me. I started to moan really loud making him say to me “do you like that? ” I yelled yes. He then removed his finger to pull down my pants I was so wet that it was coming through my panties.  This turned him on so he took off his pants and his dick was very hard. At this point I hadn’t had a dick his size inside of me before and I was scared.  Then he asked me if I wanted him again.  I moaned yes knowing how much I’ve been wanting his cock inside of me.  He pushed all of himself inside of me making me moan incredibly loud, the pain of his size mixed with the pleasure of feeling him in me turned me on. He started kissing my neck and I moaned asked him to pound be. We were fuckin very loud on the couch, while he pumped in and out of me he sucked on my nipples increasing my climax. He turned me over and began pounding me doggy style I moaned his name screaming for him to fuck me harder. 10minutes later I squirted all over the couch and on his dick. At first I was very embarrassed thinking I’d peed but he told me I’d came and that he wanted me to do it again. He fucked me until I my moans became screams of pleasure,  after two more pumps I felt a heaping of warm liquid squirting inside of me. I then knew he’d came inside of me and I didn’t move because I wanted it inside of me. He then pulled himself out of me letting out a little bit of his load come out of my pussy. I kissed him and told him I loved everything about it, he then told me that he had to hold back his nut several times to keep fucking me and that my pussy is very tight. It was the best sex we’d ever had. Yes we had sex without a condom, and no I didn’t he pregnant we actually got very lucky because we never used a condom any of the times we had sex

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First Time in an Adult Nightclub

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This might not be embarrassing, but it is the most scared and nervous I have ever been. The club was not a nudie bar or anything. It was a blues club.

Anyway, I was 16 and very interested in music. I played guitar and sat in with various local garage bands. People seemed to like my playing and my songs.

My sister Sarah was 20 and in college, but she still lived at home. She was seeing Morrie, who was 26 and had a band of his own. Often when she brought Morrie home, he would end up sitting with me listening to my guitar and offering advice. Sarah was cool with this. She didn’t mind sharing Morrie since I learned a lot from him.

So one day Morrie comes over and asks, “You play a little bass, right?” I said yes, and he asked if I could sit in with the band on Saturday night. They had a gig, but his bass player was out of town on some family thing. I said sure, but soon questioned if it was a good idea. They were going to play in a club where alcohol was served, so no one under 21 was allowed. I was a small 16. No way I could pass for 21. But Morrie said the club would look the other way just as long as I didn’t drink. Then he said I needed a union card, for which I would have to lie about my age. I thought I would get in big trouble. But Sarah said Morrie would take care of things and she would be there to give me morale support. So I figured sure. It would be my first professional performance.

So it is now Saturday night, and I am scared shitless. Not only is it performing live and getting paid good money, it was the fact that I was breaking the law by being in that club. I stayed in the back in the darkest part of the stage the whole first show. I was sweating heavily. But my playing was OK. Morrie introduced all the band members, and I got a good hand. But I still stayed in the back.

After our first set, I stayed backstage. I did not want to go out where Sarah was sitting and maybe be arrested in case a cop was there. I was really feeling paranoid. For the second set, Morrie wanted me to do a solo, but I passed. Maybe next time I said. I was even more nervous the second set. By the end of the night, I was sweating so much it look like I just took a swim. But I had a real feeling of accomplishment. Sarah said she was proud of me, and Morrie said I may be asked back.

This would not be the last time I performed in an adults’ only venue prior to my turning 18 or 21. We never told my parents what I was doing though. 😉

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Sent nudes to my ex!

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My friends were mucking around on my phone and changed my ex’s snapchat name to my GF’s. Then About a week after my GF wanted nudes so I sent tonnes all accidently to my ex! She hates me now and blackmails me into face timing her nude and everything!

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I will never live this down

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So i was playing truth or dare with this girl and I gave a very embarrassing dare and it went quite wrong, I felt bad so I told her I’d do whatever she could think of next, she took full advantage of this.

I had to go into the Forrest with at least 20 of her friends who don’t like me at all and I had to strip naked and let them be in charge of me for an hour. This wasn’t good for me because my penis is tiny :/ I had to do certain dances and they played games with me like if I ever got a hard on, they all got to slap my dick, however if I didn’t have a hard on they got to pull one of my pubes off.

If I ever spoke they got to pour freezing water over me to make my dick tiny, but if I didn’t speak to asked to they got to do the same thing. At the end my dick was not even an inch long and they all took selfies with it and set them as their profile pictures and stuff. My ex finally came up to me and slowly waxed off all my pubes and even got to bite my dick! She pulled the hairs on my testicle off as well! It was then her idea to make me walk home via the main road while they took my clothes and laughed.

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Posin Ivy part 2

Posin Ivy part 2

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Hello, me again. If you haven’t please read part one posted on the 6th of July.

So it had been a few days after the poisn ivy incident and being scene by the nurse and camp director. I was still plotting my revenge. It was the mid afternoon and our counselor had left to go to an all camp meeting, we had three hours of unstructured time while they went their meeting before dinner.

My mates like to spend as much time in the sun as possible. We are white pail and they want to get quite a good tan on. The decided that they were going to go up the roof and a tan in the nude, to avoid tan lines. They often wire speedos to the lake to tan as much as possible. But had mention to me how much they hate the lines.

After the counselor left the went to the natiebce shed and got a ladder the propped up to the side of the cabin, the all climbed with towels and their wearing the underwear. When they reached the roof they laid down, face down on their towels. After I while that they had stopped talking, and were laying still the must have fallen asleep. I quietly clumped up the ladder with a bottle of sunscreen in had firstly I took all three boys underwear and dropped on to the ground. The slowly on by one I rolled each boy over gently and remotes their towels. I dropped their towels to the ground. Might then rubbed an enomous amount if sunscreen together in my hands and place giant white hand prints on each if the boy’s butts. I the climbed down and returned the latter to the shed. The Boyd woke and hour and a half latter to the dinner bell. They were stuck on the roof completly naked when dozens of campers walked by coming from their cabins on their way to the mess hall. Everyone laughed at their naked bodies on display, and the hand prints on their asses.

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My Psyco Step-Mom

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My Mom died when I was little. It was tough on Dad to raise a girl by himself, since we had no other family locally. Occasionally he asked neighborhood moms for help. But when I was 14, he remarried. She was a divorcee with a 9 year old son. I’ll call him Bobby. Since Bobby and I were used to being only children, it was quite an adjustment when they moved into our home. We both tried to establish our territory, and this lead to a few silly fights, like hogging the bathroom. But I was excited about having a little brother, and Bobby was excited about having a big sister. Dad let us work things out ourselves, and we did. Bobby would apologize for acting like a little kid. I told him it was OK because he was a little kid. Then I would say I was sorry for being such a bitch, and Bobby would say I was not a bitch. Then we would hug. Bobby would bring his new friends home and introduce me as his sister. I introduced Bobby to my friends as my brother. So we were really growing close.

The problem was Bobby’s Mom. She felt her little boy was a perfect angel, and got hyper whenever she felt anyone was coming down on him. Bobby was the first to tell you this was BS. He knew he had his faults and was embarrassed by his Mom’s behavior. When we had our little spats, step-Mom would get involved and start yelling about me picking on her little boy. She would yell at Dad about this. Bobby would apologize to me for his Mom, even though I did not blame him.

I remember one time Dad, step-Mom and Bobby came home from a parent/teacher night at Bobby’s school. Apparently Bobby’s teacher had good things to say about him, but also began recommending ways he could do even better. Step-Mom took this as an attack on her baby and started yelling at the teacher. When they came home, I could hear her arguing with my Dad. Bobby just ran into my room, wrapped his arms around me, buried his face in me, and cried.

But the last straw came a bit over a year after the marriage. It was Dad’s birthday, and I was going to make a special birthday dinner. Bobby wanted to help, so I had him chop up some onions with one of those chopping things you see on TV. I warned him that the onions were strong, and sure enough he started crying. We both thought it was pretty funny and joked about how “sad” he was. We were actually having a good time. When guess who walks in. Step-mom sees Bobby crying and starts into one of her rages accusing me of forcing Bobby to do something he didn’t want to do, bullying him, etc., etc. Bobby tried to explain it was the onions that were making him cry. Step-mom says that is the last straw, and she actually calls the police to report me for abusing Bobby!

So a cop car pulls up. All the neighbors start gathering around wondering what is happening. Step-mom is still in a rage, and the two cops can’t figure out what it is all about. Dad then comes home, sees the crowd, the cop car and runs inside to find his insane wife accusing me of whatever.

Eventually the cops calm things down. They tell me and Bobby to go to our rooms. They try to talk to Bobby’s Mom alone. They then talk to my Dad. Then they talk to me and then Bobby. When they are finished they tell step-mom that if she ever calls them again, she will be arrested.

With the cops being called out on me, that was all my father could take. He wanted my step-Mom and Bobby out of the house. I was glad to see her go, but I was going to miss Bobby. We both cried when we said goodbye, and I told Bobby that I would always be his big sister and he can call or e-mail me whenever he needed.

HAPPY ENDING! About a month after Dad divorced the psycho step-Mom, Bobby’s dad won custody. While being strict, he also gave Bobby the room he needed to make his own decisions and learn from his own mistakes. Bobby was much happier now. We still kept in touch. After all, we are sister and brother. He would invite me to all the important events in his life, like birthdays, graduation. I would invite him to mine. One year Dad and I were going to a family reunion. I said I would not go without my little brother. Bobby and I are still very close. I haven’t heard from my psycho-ex-step-mom for years.

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Hi this happens a few years ago so one day I was wearing a really cute tank and skirt is then my friend comes up to me and pulls off my tank and my Skrit so the I am me in only under wear then to make matters worse I had to get the the bathroom so I just started pissing in a tree I was at the park that day

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Locked ourselves outside naked at the camp

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I was 12 years old when this happened and it was early June. We had a few days off from school and we decided to go to a camp. Just me and 3 of my friends (they were also 12) and we booked a camp in more of the countryside. There was no coaches or our parents, just 4 of us staying in the camp for 3 days. We just wanted to play there and kinda explore the country part. There wasn’t much people in the camp and lucky enough, we could have one of the apartments all by ourselves. An apartment wasn’t that bg, it was just a two-storey house containing 2 rooms on the bottom storey (each can holds 8 people at most) and the showering facilities on the upper storey. There was also a toilet on the bottom storey.

So we played for nearly a whole afternoon and we are all sweaty. We came back to our apartment and decided to take shower. We went upstairs and realized that there was nothing much in the shower room.  There were just some seperate showers but nowhere to put our towels and clothes. If we put our stuff on the floor it will be all dirty and wet. So we thought we’ll just stripped naked in our own room downstairs and went upstairs naked to shower. After that we’ll went back downstairs to dry ourselves and change our clothes. In this way, we didn’t have to bring anything upstairs so we won’t get our things dirty. We thought this plan was perfectly fine because no one else but us were in the apartment and we’ve been friends for a long timeand we didn’t really care about seeing each other’s privates. So we all went naked with nothing but our slippers and then went upstairs to shower. We actually showered in the same shower so that we could go back to our room the same time.

And then when we went back to our room, BAD NEWS. We tried to open the door put it won’t open. We didn’t lock the door and we only slammed it when we headed for the shower. No matter how hard we tried we couldn’t open the door. Even worse, our luggages, towels and clothes are all in the room. We were naked and only wearing slippers, all 4 of us! The door lock seemed to be broken and we accidentally locked ourselves out of the room!

We had to inform the office of the camp but we were naked. So we walked out of our apartment, took a 5 minutes walk NAKED and reached the office.

The office said they will try calling a locksmith to help and they could give us the key to the other empty room of our apartment. However as it was already 8 at night and it was far from the city, no locksmiths were willing to come. We had to passed the night naked with nothing at all. Not to mention how embarrassing it was explaining to the office naked.

Then the next morning we went to the office again naked and asked them, and they said they were still trying to contact locksmiths. On the way back and fourth a lot of people in the camp saw us naked. The office told us if we didn’t mind we could use the facility naked as it was ‘special situation’. We were alreay starving and so we went to the canteen to have breakfast… naked.

It turned out we were so boring staying in the room waiting for locksmiths to come that we couldn’t stand it and went outside to play naked. People of course stare at us but we didn’t really mind. We spent the whole day naked and finally the locksmith came at 4 in the afternoon. Finally.

 

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