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Saw brother masterbating and watched
My name is Autumn, I am 16 and have a twin brother James. Growing up me and James were very close, and still are but our lives are less intertwined as they used to be. As we both got interested in the opposite ** I notice my brother started looking at me differently, especially in short or tight clothes. I have come to the conclusion that simply because he sees a lot of me he has started finding my body attractive and me being his sister is more a convenience than an issue, as he has been checking me out for a while.
I share a Jack and Jill bathroom with my brother, which is great, but have to be careful to turn both locks. He has tried a few times to accidentally catch me in the shower or on the toilet.
We often leave both doors open to chat between our rooms, and leaving them ajar by mistake has led to me being caught in underwear before by a peeping brother.
It was me who saw more than I should have yesterday, when I went into the bathroom and with his door ajar I could see him with his pants round his ankles and his hand on his hard ** masterbating to ** on his phone.
I confess, it's the first hard ** I have seen in real life, having only seen pictures or someone who had their pants pulled down, and because I have not gone far with boyfriends.
I watched him for quite a while, I was captivated, curious, and to my shame a little turned on.
Then I had a bit of a shock, he reached down on to the bed and placed something against his face, I wasn't sure what at first, then I realised it was a pair of my knickers. We share a washing basket in our bathroom and a quick check showed yesterdays were gone.
While I freaked out he ** in to a tissue, again the first time I have seen it.
I can't believe I watched him, and I can't believe he was sniffing my knickers, apart from that being gross, does it mean he is obsessed with me? What to do?
Hi, thanks for replying and telling me the truth, I am glad you did. I have come to understand that ** is totally normal, so please don't feel ashamed, especially not because of me. It does not make me uncomfortable to know that you have masterbated whilst reading about my life and sexual discoveries. I just wanted to know if you did, and now I know I want to say it's ok.
I know you might live on the other side of the world so whatever you do sexually is not with me, so I don't think it's wrong. It trying to understand sexuality and ** I thought i had to know whether my words were in any way arousing.
I will have to think about what I want from readers, I can't think right now, but I will. Can I ask, and again you don't have to, but what are you thinking when you ** while reading about my experiences. If that's too much to ask, sorry, if it's ok, then please don't be shy, I am very curious, and won't be offended.
Thanks. A x
I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. It's not very exciting. You describe, not in great detail, experiences, which my imagination is able to fill out. I simply have images in my head of what might have happened, and these turn me on.
But I think there's another component too, to why I like this. You're a girl, and girls tend to think differently about ** to boys. Compared to something like **, what you write is far more emotional and thoughtful. If I wanted to ** to people having **, I could go elsewhere. But what you write about, as much as events, is emotions - because you're thinking and experiencing at the same time. I've always been quite in touch with my "female side", and when it comes to masturbating I suppose it has had an impact on what I most enjoy.
I hope that clears things up a little?
I read this while in bed this morning, and thought about what you said about detail. I confess I masterbated this morning and thought I might share the experience with a bit more detail, so here goes:
It was very hot yesterday, and I remember when I was going to bed thinking it would be hard to sleep, I thought about sleeping naked but talked myself out of it, I think I could do it, it would somehow feel naughty or too **, and stop me relaxing. Instead I chose a silky nighty, I'm more a PJ's girl and lack the confidence for something **, but it was so light it was nice. When I put it on I looked at myself in the mirror and it looked **. It hid nothing, every curve of my body was visible, and my **, though small, looked amazing, with my ** clearly visible. I felt the nighty was made for me and I looked hot beyond my age. Turning around it sat perfectly on each ** cheek and made my ** look so pert and round. The nighty ended just below my **, and my legs looked long and slender, but it was the feeling I got when the nighty lifted a little when moved my arms, nearly exposing my ** cheeks that made me feel so **. I have always been slender and had a good shape, but for a moment I felt like a model, and enjoyed it.
I went to sleep happy, and as I squirmed in my silky nighty I felt ** too.
Run out of space, carrying on below...
Carrying on..... I didn't sleep well, it was hot but I also had things on my mind, those things being boys, and my own body. When I woke up I was slow to come round, drifting in and out of sleep as my mind wandered. As I finally got with it, I let out a big yawn and as I did, stretched my arm down. My nighty had ridden up as I had squirmed, and after my hand had stretched down my leg it came up over the ** of my knickers, and went no further. My knickers were very hot and quite damp, it had been a hot night but my thoughts had been hotter, and I was clearly quite wet. My hand squeezed what my friend calls her mound, pulling my middle ** over the damp part of my knickers. I lifted the palm of my hand, so only my middle ** was touching and more delicately this time stroked my knickers arousing feelings inside.
My ** took a journey, from my knickers, down my inner left thigh, across to my right and back up. I pulled the nighty further up and ran my ** over my tummy, round in many circles, then delicately along my sides before reaching my **. I stroked the underside feeling little shivers of pleasure run through me. My ** my be small, but in that moment I felt lucky they are pert and rise from my chest even when I am on my back. My mind had wandered, so I picked up where I had left off. My ** were already poking up hard like a little watch towers on top of my little hills. I lay there for a moment just running my ** in little circles round my left ** as my breathing got deeper. Running out of space again....
Carrying on...... My hand moved across from one ** to the other, and I laid there a little dazed running my ** round in little circles. I felt a sudden shudder of arousal and as with my yawn, as my body tensed my hand ran back down between my legs and grabbed a handful of my knickers. As it faded I relaxed back, and almost fell asleep again. I arched my back and slid my knickers down, the ** clinging to my **, where my hands had pressed. As I kicked them off under the sheets, I kicked off the sheets as well and pulled my nighty back down before I spread spread out on the bed. I squirmed around on the bed, sliding on my silky nighty, my hands ran all over my body but through not under the nighty this time. I rubbed my **, tummy and hips, and even rolling over to feel my ** through the silky material, in my head I was picturing that my hands were someone else's, I craved the feeling I had felt from my brother's hands but from another boy or man, maybe that cute boy who live at the house behind ours?. I wanted to be caressed and stroked, my mind wandered further as my hands moved over my body. A bit more to follow.....