I could always remember my parents fighting for many years. I would always get so scared and would hide in my room. My brother Christopher and I dreamed of running away and living in our own house someday. I would always cry and my brother would always console me.
My parents finally got a divorce. Christopher and I lived with our mother. She was a nurse and worked in the intensive care unit, at the hospital. She worked the night-shift from eleven o'clock pm to seven o'clock am in the morning. Our mother made a good salary and also received money from our father.
My brother is nineteen and I'm eighteen. Christopher goes to college at a university in the next town. He does not live there. He lives with my mother and myself. When my mother is working, my brother watches me.
I'm a very timid and nervous person. I guess from all the years that my parents were married and were fighting. My brother means the world to me. He compliments me and gives me advice, about anything I need help with.
I can remember one time, I was very sad and worried about my mother. She was yelling and crying on a phone call. She then left to go to work, but was very upset. She left my brother in charge. I was very upset and my brother suggested a warm bath. He said he would take care of everything.
Christopher was so sweet and ran the bath. He poured bubble bath into the tub. My mother had a bath pillow, which was shaped like a shell. He blew the pillow up and put it against the tub. He called me in and said the bath was ready. I was very comfortable with my brother. We are very close. He helped me unzip my dress and I removed my panties. I have an athletic body and small breasts. My pussy is trimmed and neat.
Christopher helped me into the tub. My brother got some soap and washed my back. He used his hand, at first and then the wash cloth. He told me to just relax and close my eyes. For a treat, he would read to me a favorite story from my childhood. He sat on the toilet reading to me a story, that always comforted me as a child. I closed my eyes and listened to every word.
When he finished reading the story, he told me to get out of the tub. I got out and he got a big fluffy purple towel and wrapped me up in it. He was very sweet and kind to me. We went into my room. He had put out my nightgown and my panties on the bed.
I started to get dressed and my brother told me I had grown up into such a beautiful young lady. He said I was very pretty and would make somebody very happy, when I grow up someday. He started to brush my hair and then he leaned in and gave me a kiss on my cheek.
I just love my brother so much. I turned around and I kissed him on his lips. He did not turn away. Our tongues were entwined, in a long and passionate kiss. We kissed for a very long time. I never had feelings like this, but on this particular night I wanted him.
We were embraced together on my bed. My mind was an absolute blank, but I knew I wanted him. He removed my nightgown and panties. My breasts were now exposed to him. Christopher's hands were rubbing and massaging my breasts. I felt tingly all over and wanted him to keep going.
His fingers were dancing all over my breasts. He was so gentle and I started to moan a bit. His focus at that moment, was my breasts. His fingers twisted and pulled my nipples to make them erect and hard. He slowly sucked my nipples, giving each one attention. I felt like butter in his arms.
