When I was 12 and my sister was 11 I was going through puberty and noticed that my sister had started going through puberty too. She was a skinny blonde

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When I was 12 and my sister was 11 I was going through puberty and noticed that my sister had started going through puberty too. She was a skinny blonde and was developing some nice hips and a nice a** as well as some small B cup t***. She would sleep in just p****** and a t-shirt so I could get a really good look at her and being at that age I was turned on by her all the time. I would sleep in just boxers and would have to hide my erections so she wouldn’t notice them. I wanted to touch her body so badly and would wrestle with her for any excuse to rub up against her but she would always push me away.

One summer day when we were home alone I decided to ask her for a massage, fully expecting that she would say no and I would say that I would give her a massage first. That is exactly what happened and she went and laid on our parents king size bed to get her massage. She pulled up her shirt and I started rubbing her back and looking at her nice a** just covered by the thin cotton p******. I massaged down to her a** but she pushed my hand away so I went up And down her back for a while and then I massaged the backs of her legs. I finished and then asked her for my massage. The next day I asked her if she wanted to exchange massages again and she agreed. This time I did the same thing as before but just rubbed over her b*** briefly to make it seem like an accident. Then massages her legs and she spread her legs just a little giving me a view of her tiny p**** mound through her p******. I brought my fingers up as close to it as I could without touching it a few times and then said I was done and it was her turn to massage me again. The next day was the same thing except this time after massaging her legs I went back up and started massaging her a** and she didn’t stop me. I told her to pull her p****** down a little so I could massage better and she slid them down just below her a** and I was in heaven rubbing her bare a** cheeks. The next day started out the same again but this time while I was running her back I told her to take off her shirt so I could rub her shoulders better and without saying anything in one quick motion she had her shirt completely off. I was looking at her just laying face down in a pair of p****** and knew I needed to make the most of it. I started massaging her all over and again asked her to pull her p****** down so I could rub her a**. She did the same as before sliding them just below her a** and I began rubbing. Then I went back up her sides and was rubbing the sides of her t***, I slid my right hand underneath her and grabbed a handful of t** and ran my fingers over her n***** then I did the left side. I went back down to her a** and started rubbing down the backs of her legs pushing on the p****** trying to move them lower. She said hang on a second and stick her a** up in the air, looped her thumbs through the sides of her p******, and slid them completely off. When she stuck her a** up in the air I got a great view of her p**** and could see that it was very wet. I massaged her legs more and got close to her p**** but did not want to risk going too far so I didn’t take it further and said I was done and asked for my massage. I laid down and watched as my sister put her clothes back on and got my first view of her naked t*** too. When she massaged me that day it was the first time she massaged my a** and I told her to take off my boxers so she could massage me better and she did.

The next day when I woke up my sister immediately asked me if I wanted to do massages and I said yes, she said she was going to be in her room whenever I was ready to give her the massage. When I went in she was laying face down already naked. I must have given her a massage for an hour, I finally fingered her and had her flip onto her back and rubbed her t*** and p****. Then I asked for my massage and immediately got naked. My sister massaged me and when she said she was done I told her I wanted her to massage my d*** since I massaged her p****. So she reached her hand underneath me and began playing with my b**** and I began h****** her hand into the bed. Within no time I cam all over her hand and the bed. That was the start of a lot of exploring we did of each others bodies over the next few years.

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DEAR ALMIGHTY,

AS YOU SEE I AM BURRIED UBDER 6+ YEARS OF UBFAIR TREATMENT AND THE HIGHLEVEL NONSENCE NUISANCES CONTINUING TO BULLY AND DEPRIVE… I FEAR I AM FALLING BEHIND JUST TO SATISFY AND JUSTIFY MY ROLE TRYING TO IMPRESS THE INCOMPETENT ILLOGICAL OBNOXIOUS INCUMBENTS SITTING (IN FACT SĤÌŤING) OVER THE HEAD…

I PLEAD TO YOU, TO PLEASE GRANT ME IN A GOOD HAND OF AN EMPLIYEE WITH LONG AND WELL TREATED ROLE WHERE I CAN FEED MAY FAMILY ( THOUGH THEY ARE ALSO NOT MUCH GRATEFUL BUT ITS MY RESPONSIBILITY) AND ACCOMPLISH MY ONLY DREAM LEFT, BEFORE I DIE.

ITS BEEING REALLY PAINFUL TO CAMOUFLAGE AND BEAR UP WITH SUCH AGONY AND UNFAIR INJUSTICE IN BOTH WORK AND HOME. PLEASE HELP, I AM FEELING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED FIGHTING THE SITUATIONS RELENTLESSLY. 🙏

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Living with aunt…..i found out why special surprise the next evening. That morning she again welcomed me to the shower and allowed me to touch myself. But when i got close to finishing she inatructed me to stop and to dry off and get out of the shower. Very frustrating and i pouted some and pleaded, and she was very angry. I ended up right back where i had been a couple of days ago, getting the hairbrush on my cheeks and thighs for a protracted time. She did not use the belt but after i was sobbing and pleading again she snapped at me, that this was why i needed to be cured of my addiction, i whined the minute i did not get to enjoy my body. While i did not get the belt, after reducing me to sobbing and begging, she turned the brush around and i got several agonizing minutes of the coarse bristles on my already burning backside. I was trembling and hurting and was nearly dragged back to the shower, ordered to stand there letting cold water spray on my aching backside and then facing it until my g e nit als were shrunken to near invisibility. I was a wrecked blubbering pathetic mess, and as she held me afterwards she again stressed that my behavior is what made me weak and she wanted to be proud of me for good behavior. She said she was proud of me for accepting her direcrion and punishment but she wanted me to be well behaved and not self destructive to begin with. She said these things in a loving way but there was no mistaking her when she said that punishments could be far worse than they had been. That she did not want me to force her to be that harsh but that it was up to me whether it happened.

At bedtime that day she instructed me to lay on my stomach, and she spanked me by hand, stinging and making me tear up but nothing like the hairbrush. As i lay there shivering and sniffling, she left and came back with wet towels to lay on my cheeks and backs of thighs to ease the pain. Once i was calmed down, she had me turn to spoon me and her hands gently stroked my skin. Dangerously close to my groin and arousing me but she said that just as punishment could get worse, the pleasure could get better if i behaved. So i vowed to myself to try harder to behave, because while i knew she loved me, i was also now frightened of her.

The next morning began a new morning ritual. She showered with me and let me play with myself but to reinforce her rule over me, every shower began with a standing light spanking by her hand, then bathing and allowing me to self pleasure, and then another standing shower spanking, this time with her hairbrush. As each day after day started this way, mas tu rba tion started becoming something that was associates with her control and the discipline, and my urges were dropping quickly. I began to see the morning showers as a duty or exercise in self discipline rather than a pleasure.

This was also when i had to make a daily report phone call to my mother by my aunt,’s direction, reporting whether i had disobeyed and confirming i was being spanked proactively. My mother was skeptical at first so thwt call i had to stay on the phone with my mother so she coulr hear the soanking and my crying as i was bent bare bottomed over the back or a living room char as i knelt on it.

The next door sisters/landlords, my aunt’s lifelong lovers, also began to drop in regularly and my aunt required me to report to them as well. My aunt started a calendar to track how often i had urges or waa allowed to and able to successfully play with myself.

To be continued.