When I was turned thirteen, my body began to change in all those ways that a girl's body changes. There were the obvious physical changes; I was having menstrual periods which we girls discussed in truly bloody detail. Sorry, that's a little gross but it was true.
And I was getting hips and a waist; no longer a stick-girl but one with a developing figure. And boobs. Well, not huge ones like some of the larger girls I knew, I was small, after all, just five-two. And hair, under my arms, even a little on my legs and, yes, my pussy.
I stood in front of my full-length mirror for hours, naked, looking at my body, knowing that I was becoming much more than cute. It was looking hot, sexy and hot.
But other changes were inside.
I was horny, all I seemed to think about was sex. My body was becoming beautiful but my mind was on boys and what they must look like. Their penises, dicks, cocks. And their balls, those mysterious balls they have.
And I was surrounded by boys. I have three brothers, one is my twin, Brock. The others are Michael, three years older than me, Simon, two years older.
Well, they are boys, males, and they seemed to be everywhere I turned. Not only that, I was now sure that they were trying to get glimpses of their sister, especially of my ripening body. After all, boys will be boys. That I knew.
Did the thought juice me up?
Oh, yeah. Every time I sensed one of them was trying to get a peek, it sent little tingly feelings through me, mostly focussed in my pussy.
Speaking of pussy, I was now shaving it every other day when I showered, most of my friends were and it kept that cute girly look that I always thought was so pretty between my legs when I was younger.
So my pussy was looking much the same, though it was plumper now and now giving me so much pleasure, it was my breasts that I just couldn't get over. They began to swell about the time I turned thirteen, kind of late compared with some of my friends and I tried all the things they told me to make them grow.
I rubbed them, I pinched my nipples, I used ice cubes on my nipples; Sara Jepson told me that one. Whether it worked or not I don't know but it sure made my nipples hard. I also used my fingers to get my vaginal juices to rub into my boobs. I'd heard that the hormones in your pussy juice would make them grow.
Well, they did grow, maybe not as much as I wanted, after all, every girl I knew wanted huge boobs even when, like me, they would look really top-heavy if they did. We wanted them anyway.
But, as we all know, it's more due to genetics than anything else and that's something you can't control. But they were becoming beautiful.
Each breast was a perfect circle on my chest, each one pointing a little off to the side and they became full and rounded. I loved to look at them and would rub my nipples over and over as I did.
My nipples were the lightest pink and, now at fourteen, were swollen-looking with the centers rising up so sexily. Oh, was I horny.
Time went on and, yes, they did grow into B-cup size by the time I was sixteen and I loved the way they looked. I was more curvy now, too and loved being a girl. I had gotten to know every tiny bit of my pussy, exactly where it felt good, both inside and out. And I was masturbating three, sometimes five times a day.
With a house full of brothers, I was now starting to let them get some peeks on purpose, it just set my pussy on fire when I did it deliberately.
I would always come out of the bathroom after a shower with a towel around my wet hair and one wrapped around my body but would always stop on the way to my room to pop into one of my brother's rooms to ask a question I'd made up for the occasion.
Sometimes they got to see something, sometimes not.
It was my oldest brother, Michael, now nineteen, who I teased the most, once even dropping the towel (not the one wound around my head, either) and taking my time picking it back up to simply hold in front of me as we talked. Then, I turned and left his room as, I'm sure he ogled my bare butt just as I wanted.
I went right to my room and masturbated through two orgasms. He probably did, too.
Each time I did show myself to one of my brothers, it emboldened me even more.
I had a small mole under my left breast so, one day when I was home alone with my twin, I went into his room wearing just a teeshirt and a pair of thong panties.
"Brock, I've got a question for you."
"Sure, Sis, what?" he asked, his eyes looking up and down. I raised my teeshirt up and asked him if he had a mole right where this one was, moving myself over to his bed so he could get a good look.
"I ... no, I don't think so. We're not identical so I we can be a lot more different than identical twins."
I took my time dropping my tee back down letting him get a good long look.
"Okay, well, thanks," I said and turned and left his room. But I did scope out his pants and, oh, yes, Cindy gave her twin brother a stiffie. I loved it.
We also had a pool in the back yard and I began taking off my top to tan my boobs. At first, none of my brothers would come out when I was topless but I knew they were looking out the upstairs windows, that I could tell.
Then after I'd been doing that a few weeks, I began getting up from my chaise lounge to go in and get a cold drink to take back out, still topless, just ignoring whoever might see me when I went in the kitchen. But I knew they were loving every minute of it and I would go back out, rub more suntan lotion on my boobs, making them glisten in the warm sun as I felt my pussy tingle from excitement at arousing them.
I would also come down in the morning in just a bra and panties or a long teeshirt and panties and stay that way through breakfast. Other mornings I might have on a thigh-length nightie and no panties and sit there eating my cereal with my feet up on the chair seat knowing that my pussy was on view but paying no attention to the fact, of course. So they thought.
I also slept naked, I just loved the cool, smooth feel of the sheets all along my naked body and each of my brothers would come in and give me a kiss and hug goodnight which was another opportunity for me to show a little skin, sometimes just a bit, sometimes a fair amount.
Now, all this was just for my three brothers, Mom and Dad never saw any of this, just Michael, Simon, and Brock. That's who I taunted with my girly body.
After a few weeks of me sunning topless out by our pool, my brothers began coming out when I was there. Sometimes to swim, sometimes to come over to talk with me as I soaked up the sun. What was obvious was the hard ons I was giving them, they usually had shorts or swim trunks on and it was impossible for them to hide their erections. And, that's what I wanted to see, that long-ridged bulge that I knew I had caused.
But every time one came out, I would act like nothing was different, just like I was fully clothed, making no big deal out of any of it. So, they did as well and they started coming around a lot more when I was outside. That's when I upped the ante.
It was a sunny Monday morning, I was out by the pool, topless, when I sat up, reached down, lifted my butt off the chaise lounge and took off the lower part of my bikini and spread suntan lotion over my now-exposed middle, opening my legs and wiping the slippery liquid over my pussy, rubbing it in as directed taking plenty of time.
Then I dropped back, closed my eyes and enjoyed the warmth all over my naked body.
The first one out was Michael, the oldest, who wanted to know if I wanted anything from inside. I knew he just wanted to see me naked so I looked up at him, my hand shading my eyes from the sun, slightly shifted my left leg for him to better see my pussy and told him, "No, thanks, Michael, I'm good." He stood there for a minute even though I'd answered him, I'm sure getting a good eyeful, then left to go back inside.
As I sunned myself, I dropped my right hand down between my legs and took a few rubs along my damp pussy lips. I brought my hand back up and licked my fingers, tasting myself and widened my legs to feel the sun warmly caressing me as I opened myself.
No one came out, I was hoping one of them would and the thought of it was making me crazy-horny so I put my hand down again and began rubbing my pussy. It felt so good, I just kept going and, soon, put my middle two fingers up inside me, curving them in and out. If any of my brothers was watching, there was no way they could miss what I was doing. Just what I wanted. I didn't dare look back, I just kept masturbating until I had a shaking, groaning climax as I slumped back as the waves of ecstasy washed over me.
I stayed there, getting my breath back when I heard something behind me.
I looked back and it was Michael and Brock, my twin, just standing back by the door. They waited a few seconds, then came out as I asked them, "Were you there the whole time?"
"Um, kind of, yeah," Michael admitted as they both stood there looking just a bit sheepish. I sure wasn't feeling sheepish myself, I was horny and emboldened so here's what I said, "Well, you guys got to watch me, maybe I should get to watch you do it."
There. Yes, maybe I'm a slut but it's what I wanted to see and they both looked at each other. I tossed them the suntan lotion telling them they could use that and they each smiled and MIchael began pulling down his shorts.
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