#Incest #Tween
it’s Halloween. My Big brother saves me from the ghosties, but he gets cursed. Now l have to look after him.
Just a short, one off tale in keeping with the season.
Hi, I’m Linda, I’m ten years old and I live in a big house in the country with Mummy and Daddy, my big brother Colin, two dogs, three cats, three rabbits and my pony, Poppy.
Poppy’s my favourite.
I only got her a few months ago when we moved here – we never had enough space before.
Now we’ve got lots of space!
It’s a big old farmhouse, the rooms are huge and the ceilings are high with planks of wood across them – Colin says they’re called beams.
The doors are made out of thick wood – he says its oak – and you open them by pushing a bit of metal down with your thumb that opens a lock on the other side.
It’s very old fashioned.
Mummy and Daddy have to share a bedroom, but I don’t know why, because there are plenty to go around. Me and Colin have got one each and there are two more going spare. They’ve all got huge windows that go right up to the ceiling and little balconies so we can “enjoy the view”. Mummy says I mustn’t go onto mine on my own, but I don’t want to anyway. I think the view’s just boring – nothing but fields and smelly cows doing stinky poos.
Mummy and Daddy keep telling me how lucky we are to be living here, but I don’t like it.
It’s old and draughty.
The floorboards creak, the doors bang and the windows rattle.
There are spiders and cobwebs.
And it’s really creepy in the dark.
I’m sure it’s haunted.
Anywhere this old has to be.
I bet people have died in those bedrooms.
Sometimes I get ever so scared at night. Mummy and Daddy just tell me I’m being silly, but Colin always makes me feel safe.
He’s 11 and he isn’t afraid of ghosts. He’s very strong and brave. He wants to be a soldier or a rugby player when he grows up, but I’m worried that he might get hurt so I tell him that he should be a Headmaster, because he’s so clever, or a doctor, because he’s so kind.
He’s always very kind to me when I get frightened and lets me get into bed with him so he can hold me tight and the ghosties can’t hurt me.
One night he even fought one off for me….
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It was Halloween and all the witches, ghosts and ghouls were out casting there evil spells and haunting little girls like me.
It was a horrible night. It was awfully dark outside and there were no streetlights for miles so anyone or anything could sneak up on us. The weather was awful too, with rain and wind lashing at the windows so we wouldn’t hear anyone either.
Colin could see that I was frightened and he let me go straight up to his room.
We snuggled, under the covers.
I couldn’t sleep.
My senses were on high alert.
And then there was a bang against the window. The curtains blew up. I screamed.
Colin had heard the bang too and he bravely leapt out of bed, ready to do battle with whatever evil spirit or wicked witch was invading our home.
He told me to hide under the covers and not to worry, “Everything would be alright.”
The room was filled with a chilly blast of air, as he stepped out onto the balcony. I prayed to God to keep him safe when I heard him fighting outside – crashing, and scuffling and shouting.
It seemed to go on for ever before I heard my brother’s big strong voice, “Let that be lesson to you! Don’t you dare come back here and frighten my little sister again!”
My hero!
I welcomed him back to bed with grateful hugs and kisses, even though he told me “It was no big deal.”
We snuggled up together for the night like we always did. I felt safe and secure in his arms. Of course, I noticed that one of his hands was on my bum, but that didn’t matter, it happened sometimes, it was just an accident, in the dark and Colin was my brother, my protector and anyway it made me feel nice inside.
I just lay there as though I was asleep – I could tell Colin had dozed off already.
The hand started to move. Stroking my bum, squeezing it.
It shouldn’t be doing that.
He’d never done anything like that before.
It was naughty!
“Colin, are you awake?” I shook him.
“Yeah. I am now!” he replied groggily, “What’s up? More ghosts?”
“N, no, it’s your hand.”
“Oh,l… sorry.” He pulled it away. “I couldn’t help it, I was er, asleep.”
“I know but, it wasn’t just touching me, it feeling me, squeezing, pinching, you know.”
“Oh god Lyn, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me…. Oh shit!”
I’d never heard him talk like that before. “What’s the matter? I asked.
“God, its obvious.
It’s the ghost!
He couldn’t get to you himself so he put a put a spell on me to make me do naughty things to you.”
“Oh! So the ghost made you touch me like that.
That’s awful.
What do we do?
Should I tell Mummy or call a doctor?”
“Oh no you mustn’t do that!
Grown ups don’t believe in ghosts, they’d just think I was being nasty to you.
Perhaps you’d better go back to your own bed.”
“Oh no Colin, I want to stay here with you. What if there’s another ghost?
I’m sure I’ll be safer here and anyway it’s my fault you got that horrible spell.
You only got it trying to keep me safe.
It isn’t fair for me to leave you to deal with it on your own.”
“Okay, if you’re sure, but I can’t promise it won’t make me touch you again.”
I snuggled up again to support my big brave brother.
Of course I was a little worried about what might happen, but getting my bum bum squeezed again would no where near as frightening as dealing with a ghost on my own.
We lay there for a while.
Nothing unusual happened.
Maybe the curse had gone.
But then – oh no – the hand was back, stroking my smooth round bum, through my cotton nightie.
I knew it was naughty, but it tickled, I kinda liked it.
I giggled a little and that must have encouraged the evil spirit or whatever it was, because it started to pull up my skirt.
Just slowly, an inch at a time, although it was hoping I wouldn’t notice.
It was strangely exciting.
I held still and silent, allowing it to happen.
“I’m sorry Lyn,” Colin whispered, “I can’t help it.
“It’s okay, I know,” don’t ask me why, but I didn’t want him to stop.
The hand didn’t stop it pulled the back of my nightie right up past my hips.
It felt so strange to be bared like that and then touched like that. A boy’s palm sliding over my naked buttocks, his fingers squeezing and caressing.
It gave me that naughty feeling again, but lots of nice ones too. My breaths deepened, my tummy flipped and I got a warm wet feeling in my foo foo. And that was where his fingers went next.
Sliding up between my legs, getting closer to the rude bit.
I pulled away for a moment, struggling to cope with all these new feelings – not sure whether I wanted the hand to stop or whether I needed it to continue.
As I shifted my body I felt something stab me in the belly.
“What was that?”
“I’m sorry I….”
“Is that your willy?” I could see something poking out of Colin’s pyjamas like a big fat thumb. “It never used to look like that in the bath. Is it the cursed.”
“Yeah…. I was didn’t want to tell you because it’s embarrassing, but … the ghost bit me.”
“Bit you there?”
“Erm, er, well, yes because he was only little. See? Yes, er only little but really strong with sharp teeth…”
“Oh you poor thing. Let me rub it better.”
It must have been really embarrassing for Colin to let me see his willy, so I tried to be grown up about it and rubbed it gently, like a nurse.
It wasn’t the first time I’d seen it. We had shared a bathtub until a couple of years ago, but I’d never seen it like this before. The curse had made it swell up and go long and fat and hard.
I tried to make it better, but no matter how much I rubbed it, it just got bigger.
“Oh Colin,” I was getting scared now, “I’m sorry. I think you need a proper nurse. This isn’t helping at all and it looks like it’s going to burst!”
“Maybe it’s like a snakebite,” he suggested, “You know, like we saw on Blue Peter?”
“Oh yes, of course,”
If Blue Peter told you to do something, then it had to be right – it was the best thing on TV.
“I need to suck the poison out for you…”
Well this really was going to be embarrassing, but my darling brother needed me and there was no time to lose, so I was going to have to be brave and grown up about it.
I put my head down and sucked the side of my brother’s swollen willy.
“Oh yes thanks. That feels better already.”
I was so pleased to hear that I was helping.
“But,” he continued, “he didn’t bite me there. He bit me on the end. I think that’s where the bad stuff going to be.”
“Oh yes, of course, I can do that for you.” I tried to sound confident but I wasn’t sure I could. The end was very fat now. I had to open my mouth wide to get it all in and then take care not to give it a bite of my own.
But I managed it. I gripped the base firmly, wrapped my lips around the end and sucked as hard as I could to save my brother.
I sucked so hard that I made Colin wriggle and growl, but I did it properly and I soon sucked all of that bad stuff right out of him.
It was no wonder his willy had got so big. There was loads and loads of it in there! I tried to spit it all out, like that had shown us on Blue Peter, but I accidentally swallowed some. Colin told me it wouldn’t do me any harm because it was just willy poison and I was a girl, so I’d be okay.
It didn’t taste too bad either.
We went back to bed.
My bed this time, because Colin’s sheets were wet through.
His willy was fine though. Small and floppy like it should be.
It had been an incredible night.
Colin had fought a ghost to keep me safe from harm and I had sucked his willy to get all the nasty poison out of it.
I would have loved to tell Mummy and Daddy and all my friends about it but Colin said it would be best it we kept it all secret, and he’s very wise, so that’s what we did.
I thought that was the end of the story, but…
———————
I went back to Colin’s bed the following weekend.
I wasn’t frightened this time, I just wanted to be close to him, to be in his arms once again.
I couldn’t explain why. I just did.
We snuggled, as ever, and we soon discovered that the curse wasn’t lifted. The naughty hand was back, but I wasn’t scared of it this time.
I was never scared of it again.
I knew it wouldn’t hurt me.
And I knew how to make it go away, if I needed too.
But most importantly, of all, I learned to like its touch.
I looked forward to it – craved it even.
I told Colin not to feel guilty about it and I tried not to either.
I knew he couldn’t help it and neither could I.
So I let the naughty hand stroke my bum again. I didn’t mind that it lifted up my nightie and when it tried to pull it off, I sat up, to make easier for it to strip me naked.
—————
I always let it get me naked now and touch me wherever it likes. It always starts with my bum, but rubs me all over. It seems to like my chest even though I haven’t got my boobies yet and it always wants to finish between my legs, feeling up those special places that the boys don’t know about.
I feels lovely, naughty, secret and sexy – the best fun ever! Especially when it slips down “there” and plays with my rude bit.
I don’t know what it’s called but I get the best feelings in the world whenever he strokes it, even just a little bit.
It’s soooooo dreamy…
But, no matter how delightful it might feel, I know we can’t play for too long. Colin’s willy still gets full of poison whenever we’re together.
It grows and swells so much, I can tell how much it hurts him.
He must be terrified that it’s going to burst one day.
It’s my duty to make him feel better.
I’ve learned how to rub it properly now and sometimes that’s enough, but it does make such a mess when all the poison shoots out like that.
It’s better when I suck it.
Colin says it’s nicer and it makes me proud to be clever enough to heal his pain like that.
I try to swallow all the juice now, but there’s always so much of it and it comes so quickly. Thick, hot, creamy, salty spurts that fill my mouth and my throat until it spills out onto the sheets.
I always rub some of it into my chest and I hope that one day it will make my boobies swell up like Colin’s willy. But there’s still so much of it that we have to swap beds afterwards.
However, Colin’s had a good idea and we’re going to try it tonight. We think there’s somewhere can take all that willy poison without ruining the sheets.
I didn’t think it would be big enough, but last time the naughty hand was playing with my foo foo, I spread my legs really wide – just like I do when I’m riding Polly. And two of the fingers went straight up inside me.
It
stretched a bit at first, but once they were in deep I felt great – strange and full but great.
I’m sure I’ll be able to get his willy and all the poison up there tonight.
Wish me luck x.
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