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When I was a boy
I'm 61, married with 2 adult kids who live their own life. Abou 2 months ago, my sister died. We have always been close and since her funeral I ofen think about our youth.
My sister was been 8 years older than me and she often was the one who had to look for me when our parents were at work.
Between me and my (beloved) wife, there is still not more Sex. Loving yes, but no sex. So I have to take care of myself. And these days I often think back to my sister in our youth.
I think it started when I was 9 and she must have been 17/18 when she one evening came into my room. I thought she wanted to wish ne a good nicht, what she sometimes did. She sat down on my side and looked down on me. then she opened her skirt and showed me her tits. I never had seen them before. Onla the big and hanging ones of my grandma. but these were nice and firm. she took my hand and put it on one of them. I was overly excited I think. My hand shaking but she calmed me down. She let me touch them andd I loved the hard nipples. the she took the sheets out of the way and took my pyjamapants down to my knees. I remember, she asked "May I dear brother?" I could not say a word. My small cock was standing like a good soldier. She took it between 2 fingers and stroke it up and down. I never will forget this moment. It was the very first time I felt this special feeling. I did not shoot cum, but I had this feeling.
From then on she came often to me before sleep. And she teached me all I had to know about girls and boys. I will miss her!
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