Edited by La Pantera Bonita
My name is Tammy. I grew up in Mishawaka, Indiana. I was adopted by my parents at the age of one month. My father is a doctor. He had the connections to adopt a strong healthy baby. My brother, Kevin, who is three years older than I am, was adopted 3 months after me. Hence, he was always known as my "baby brother."
My father's name is Edward Kim O'Dell. His doctor's office has his name misspelled; it is listed as E. Kim O'del. He never changed it. Why I don't know. He certainly had enough money to do so. I used to play in his office as a little girl. I developed into a woman at a very early age. By age 12, Dad had stopped giving me exams, although it was alright for his cronies to examine me.
Don't get me wrong. They never did anything indecent, but I would have preferred being examined by my father, who I love very deeply. My parents were very protective of me growing up. I was born in 1964 and growing up in the 70's I was not allowed to watch TV programs such as "All in the Family" or "Saturday Night Live." As far as I know, I am still not allowed to watch them.
By the time I was 15 I was wearing a 36D bra. By adulthood I would fill out at 38DDD. When I was pregnant- I was working on an entirely different alphabet. I weight lifted at the local gym. I was a cheer leader in junior high school, but decided not to be a cheer leader in high school, because my breasts were too large. They got in the way of the cheers and would flop all over the place. I didn't want my dad, Dr. O'Dell to be disappointed in me. I always insisted that any date, boyfriend, spouse, always address my father as "doctor". He worked hard to put himself through college. He earned the title and my respect.
What I didn't understand is why my protective parents insisted I go to Camp Mishawaka in the summer. At age 15 I lost my virginity there, as well as 20 other girls, and most of us to the same counselor. We would call it camp Fuck-A-Muck. My parents never discussed sex with me. You would think a doctor could sit down and give his children a really good lesson on sexual education. It never happened. What did happen was at 17, my dad handed me a prescription for birth control pills. My parents must have suspected I was sexually active.
My brother Kevin was a major league twerp. He whined about everything. As an adult, he would make national headlines when he fired a gay cook at Cracker Barrel's. Disney was Satan to him. Kevin didn't even look like me. I mean I know he shouldn't because we were not blood related, but he didn't look like anyone in town. He looked Hawaiian. He was muscularly built, with olive skin, jet black hair, and was a total sissy.
At age 18 I was still short. At 5 foot 2 inches, I wasn't growing anymore. I would have stubs for legs all my life. However, I was proud of my large breasts, and no matter how I tried to hide them, the guys would always stare at them. My dad was the only guy who could talk to me and look me in the face. I had a slender waist back then. I was taking speed, which helped me keep the weight off.
We lived in an old house in Mishawaka. I shared a bathroom with my brother, a Jack and Jill set up. Our bedrooms were on either side of the bathroom with our own private doors. I would go into the bathroom and bolt shut the door to my brother's room. What I really loved about this bathroom was the old fashion bath tub. I could hang my knees off the edge of the tub and place my pussy directly underneath the spigot. Between the rushing water and my fingers, I had some of the best sex in my life, up to that point anyway.
I had suspected my brother Kevin was trying to peek at me through the keyhole. He wasn't very quiet when he was trying to be sneaky. It wasn't that big a deal, because the tub and toilet were out of his line of view. The only thing he could see was the door to my bedroom. I always made sure to be wearing clothes or a towel wrap by that point in my travel.
One night I decided to start hanging my robe on the door knob so Kevin would have even less of a look. A few nights later I could hear him sliding a chair across his room. I didn't think much more about it. This would go on every night, every time I took a bath. Once while I was in the tub I glanced up at the door and I could see a quick light reflection off Kevin's glasses. He was peeking at me from above the door. This was an old house. It settled a bit funny so the door did not fit well with the frame, leaving a sizable gap at the top, where one could see inside the entire bathroom.
Kevin had been spying on me for well over a week! He would watch me undress, bathe, and masturbate with the spigot. I couldn't even pee without an audience. I felt violated and unsure what to do about it. The tub did have a privacy curtain around it. I never used it, because I was always the only one in the bathroom, but I would use it now. I would use the downstairs bathroom if I needed to go to the toilet, and pull the curtain around the tub on the upstairs bathroom and walk around with a towel wrapped around me.
After about a week of that treatment, I stopped hearing the chair bump and slide across the floor. He had apparently learned his lesson and knew I was on to him.
I was a senior in High School. Baby brother was attending Bethel College majoring in business. On some days I arrived home before him, on other days he would get home before me. One Thursday when I got home I discovered Kevin in my room snooping in my panty drawer!
I screamed at him, "What are you doing in my room?!" My folks were out at the moment. My asshole brother was holding up a bottle of pills. Kevin, the pervert, while rooting through my panties, discovered where I hid my speed.
"I'm going to show these to Dad," the pervert threatened.
"Go ahead; Dad gave me a prescription for those," I bluffed with authority. Dad didn't really give me a prescription for those, but he would give me prescriptions for all kinds of stuff, but speed was certainly not one of them. I can normally stand down my brother with a little force and ingenuity.
"Okay I will" Kevin responded. I was shocked. Kevin never had done that before.
"No wait" I pleaded. "Don't do that, big brother."
"Okay, I won't, but what are you going to do for me?" Kevin asked staring at my breasts.
I could kick myself now for this, but I blurted out, "What do you want?" expecting him to take one of my possessions which I didn't care about.
"I w-w-want you to take off your clothes for me," Kevin answered very quietly, almost a mumble.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Boy this guy was awfully horny and desperate to blackmail his sister into undressing. I wanted to make sure I heard him correctly, or maybe even better, he would back down and take my John Cougar tape. "You want me to do what?" I pretended not to have heard his mumbled request clearly.
"I w-w-want to see you naked," Kevin managed to get out. He sometimes stutters when he is real nervous. I didn't think there would be too much harm to it. After all, he did see naked about a month ago, peeping at me through the door. Besides I really didn't want to hurt Dad, and this would later give me something to hold over Kevin, once the pills were gone.
"Okay" I agreed as I pulled my blouse out of my skirt and began to unbutton it.
"No, No, not here," Kevin said stopping my strip in midstream. "Mom and Dad might come home and catch us. Let's go into the bathroom and lock the doors."
Kevin was correct. Our bedroom doors had no locks on them. The only place we would not get caught was the bathroom. If they came in one door, one of us could go out the other to their room, while the other remained behind in the bathroom. It was the perfect place.
We went together into the small bathroom and bolted the doors. Kevin sat down on the toilet seat while I began my strip in front of him. With my blouse already pulled out, draped over my plaid skirt, I undid the rest of the buttons. I undid them one at a time, with a slight pause between them. With each button I would flash open my blouse and then shut it again, allowing Kevin to see ample cleavage and bra for a few moments. Eventually the tease was over and the blouse came off. I tossed it next to my bedroom door. That would be "my pile".
Kevin stared at my breasts as mounds of nearly tanned flesh protruded above my plain white bra. The damn thing was binding me in the side, I wanted to take it off next, but decided to make the little twerp wait a few more seconds while I fumbled with my plaid skirt. The button on the side didn't want to come loose. I had to work at it some. This caused the exposed tops of my breasts to jiggle. I could tell by Kevin's pants he was enjoying this way too much.
The skirt finally came loose and dropped to the ground. Kevin's eyes bugged out as he stared at the dark patch outlined in my panties. I placed my foot up on the edge of the tub to begin some bobby sox removal (Mom always made us take our shoes off right after we got in the door).
Kevin grabbed a towel from the rack and covered his lap. I heard his pants unzip, as he began to work himself with a little warm water and soap.
I had removed one sock when I realized nerd-o was using my towel! He thought he was going to masturbate into my towel! That wasn't part of the deal. I grabbed my towel off his lap and snapped at him, "Use your own damn towel!"
Kevin was shocked and a bit embarrassed. He covered himself up at first with his hand and scrambled for his towel. He didn't want to do or say anything to ruin this moment. Finally he just came out and asked, "You don't mind if I m-m-masturbate, do you Tammy?"
