1. s****r Pippa


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: First Time, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    When I was born, my s****r Pippa (her real name was (Philippa) was eight years old. Our mother divorced when I was two, and she had to work two jobs to make ends meet. Every day Pippa had to come back from school directly and &#034take over&#034 from the baby sitter. She virtually became my second mother, when mom was at work. Pippa fed and bathed me and changed my diapers. Years later, as adults, she admitted, that although it was a bit of a chore sometimes, she loved having her own &#034baby&#034 to play with, while all her friends had to make do with dolls. As we grew up, she continued to be a kind of second mother, making snacks for me, checking to see that I was ready for school, bathing me and putting me to bed to help mom out. we were actually a very happy and functional f****y, despite the absence of a father. Bath times were always fun. Sometimes I'd be given a bath, sometimes just a shower, with a hand shower. Pippa would take a sponge, soap it up and scrub me all over, which usually caused peals of laughter from, because it tickled. Then she'd turn into a playful &#034cop&#034. &#034OK James,&#034 she'd put on her best mock cop voice, &#034spread 'em and assume the position.&#034 Normally she called me Jamie. We would laugh our heads off. She would take the sponge and gently wash my anus and with her hands my balls and cock. I of course thought nothing of this because she had been doing it since I was a baby. At about the age of eight or nine, I began getting a ...
    little erection during this part of the shower ritual, and I think she must have realized that perhaps I was getting a bit old to be given a bath or shower. In any case, soon after this she stopped and I had to shower or bath myself. But I never developed a sense of self-consciousness around Pippa (or my mom), even when she would need something from the bathroom while I was using the shower. Pippa graduated and went to nursing school. She still lived at home, because the school was in our city. She began dating, and sometimes would bring a young man home for dinner. She never got serious with any of her men friends though, but in retrospect I am sure she had some kind of sex life during those years. I was an early bloomer. By thirteen, I was 5'6&#034, the biggest k** in my class, and had not yet developed a sense of fear. The exact circumstances of my accident are now a bit hazy, but the gist of it is: riding my bike home from school one day, I decided to show off to some of the girls from the neighborhood. &#034Look,&#034 I yelled, &#034No hands!&#034 The next moment, my bike hit the curb, and I was thrown to the ground. A stabbing pain shot through my left arm. The pain was intense, and I really couldn't think straight. I have recollections of being helped into an ambulance, and arriving at the hospital, but my next clear memory was mom and Pippa helping me into the house, my broken left arm in plaster and a sling. It turned out that I had also sprained my right pinkie in the ...
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