Anyway, unlike Phil, I wasn't a precious only child, I had a gloated-over young brother Warren, 1&a-half years younger. When he was younger, we were good mates, he just annoyed me from time to time as little kids do. By the time we were 17 & 15, something strange was happening... poor Warren was beginning to worship me. He'd been perving on me ever since I started really getting breasts at about 13, so I used to play it up a bit, giving him a flash now & then, practising for when I got a boyfriend. My best grl Kate started getting in on the act when she stopped over, but went too way far & ended up giving him a handjob in his bedroom one night. I think he was 14 then. I was pissed when she told me, laughing how she wanked-him-off like he was a drooling dog.

He started getting a lot of pimples about that time & I was beginning to worry about him, seemed like he was always watching me & accidently walking around without clothes on when mum wasn't home, flashing his penis. He also stopped wearing jocks under his very short shorts. Stuff like that.

I had stopped flashing him since Kate wanked him off. In fact I was going through a bit of a lesbian stage, cropped hair, old jeans, commando style: no bra & had a 'bitch' Jess who just worshiped me. She was pretty, petite & very blonde. We kissed in public a few times & petted pretty heavily, but she never brought me off, & I sincerely doubt I did her though she always went through the motions, moaning & shaking. I actually never had the O until I fucked Phil, his penis, I think, was perfect for me.

Anyway, poor little brother Warren who I think was too busy wanking over me to find a girl of his own made the mistake of asking me if he could wash my hair in the bath. He shocked me totally when he asked, but I was a bit over Jess at the time & really wanted to get back in with Kate who had a hot boyfriend. What happened was a bit weird...

When Warren quietly asked if he could wash my hair tonite (mum was going out)he seemed a bit strange & nervous, sudden. I told him he could wash my hair & I knew he'd be looking at my tits but that was all... he just nodded & went quiet, and stayed looking at me. Oh & another thing... I added: youcan wash all the dishes so the place is clean when mum gets home. Now I know the power, but I didn't then. I'd had sex with a jock who didn't have any feelings, he took my virginity & even had the balls to thank me for it. I fucking hit him, that was about a year before.

Poor Warren had probably never even seen a vagina before, except mine & possibly mum's, now, I know what I did was wrong, but at the time I was just a silly hormonal pubescent girl, playing with fire. Listening to him washing the dishes actually made me quite stimulated about the thought of having a bath. Just him & me home now, mum gone in the cab,I went & inspected the washing up. Sternly I accepted: Ok... come on then. I made him run the bath, not too hot, he was so weird, I don't think he said aword that whole night. Then I just stood there above him (I was taller), then made him undress me completely!

I watched him pull my knickersdown like it was 1 of the most important moments in his life! He was so weird I kicked him after he finally, awkwardly got them off, not hard, but he was like putty & lay silly looking on the floor. Get up I told him, is that bath ok? Still on the ground he got on his knees reached across & tested the water, yes he said, but instead of looking at my face he looked up and stared at my young hairy pouting pussy.

I was angry at him and curiously excited, he was such a woos, cowering on the floor, acting like a real girl. I think it was here that I lost all respect for poor Warren... take your shorts off bitch I ordered. Still on the ground, me standing completely naked above him, my vagina standing over him, obviously in total control now she was set loose. I think all women should be allowed to walk around naked if they choose!

I was beginning to think Warren was getting off at being down on the floor looking up at me. I could see his little erection. I remember at the time feeling he was just a gutless pervert, and I remembered the truth about how I could always flog him when we'd really got into it. Sometimes he'd hit me -really hurt me, but I always knew I could beat him & flogged him in the end... & made him cry to mum. Sometimes, especially as we got older, I would really hurt him until he gave in to me, then acting as a real lezzo bitch, especially if Jess was there, or if he really hurt me, I would knee or whack him in the balls solidly after I beat him. Just to see him crushed completely, like a broken puppet. I always remember wanting to feel his little testicles crush under my hand, but they were so soft I could never really feel any real womanly satisfaction.

I told Jess all this in front of him. I have always been taller than Warren I always wondered if our father was a wimp like him. Mum's tall & beautiful. I never had contact with our father since he left us, I was 3. I kicked Warren again (not hard) and made him stand up while I got into the bath. He stood up & got his shorts completely off and tried to half turn around, making out he was gunna take off his tee shirt with his back to me. Leave that on I commanded, Turn Around. I didn't give a fuck about his weak boy-chest, I'd seen that heaps of times before... I wanted to look at his glistening pink erection, a love-bead at the end, he was pretty-well hung -a bit of a surprise. (Is that what he got from Dad?) As I looked he grabbed it & suddenly started wanking! He was really wet, I knew the sound of him wanking in his bedroom trying to be quiet. Fascinated with his determined wanking action I yelled at him: Stop That. -Wash my hair. I was quite prepared to jump out of the bath & flog him good & proper (mum wasn'thome), but I remember thinking I really wanted to see him blow his cum allover the floor for me.I'd never seen a cock cum before.

He stopped wanking & started washing my 1 inch long hair like I was so really precious! Pretentious wanker. I always called him wanker after that night, poor Warren. He washed my hair for ages, cos I really didn't know what to tell him to do next. I just wanted to play with him. His huge erection, veiny, pink & purple,poking out into thin-air looking for something to stick-into, poor deceived creature staring me in the face, & every now & then he would 'accidently' rub his elbow against it! I wanted to touch it to see what he would do, but just played quietly with my taught clit underwater & poking a finger to feel the engorged slimy wetness of my vagina without him seeing. I surfaced my tits out of the bubbles now & then to let him see for a moment. Finally I asked him abruptly: do like looking at my tits, wanker? (-I poked them high out of the water& pretty 'sexily' wiped the bubbles off them - 17yo C breasts I can only imagine them now, pointing up at the ceiling) he just nodded, looking like he was about to cum against the side of the bath. He grabbed his cock instantly, soap suds from my shampoo all over his hands...

I want you to come onthem, I ordered. He obeyed with about 3 quick strokes, magnificently, cum spurting everywhere across the bathtub, wall on the other side & my tits! ...then picked up his shorts & left the bathroom without even saying a word. We did a lot of stuff after that, but we really didn't talk too much. I think he was more like our fuckedup dad, and told him so regularly.

Next Chapter: Warren, Kate & Wazzas poor balls