All p families have their story as to how they became the family fun bunch. For me, it all began with my brother when we were wee ones. You see my family was not very wealthy. My father was an and struggled to find a niche in this country. Subsequently, I shared a bedroom with my brother well past that appropriate age! My brother was a bit socially awkward. He read comic books and was obsessed with old school horror films like Dracula, Frankenstein and The Werewolf. We both had vivid imaginations. We had too; we were poor and these were the days before cell phones, DVDs and the Internet. Little ones actually played with each other, some more than others.
I remember the first time I heard my brother, who was just 1 year older than me, jacking off in his bed. I could see it too: his hand moving so fast under the sheet, his eyes clenched, moaning… It was really hot. He started doing it more and more and one day I asked to watch. I was surprised that not only did he let me, but it was huge. Bigger than Daddy’s and bigger than our Uncle’s cock. I had always thought of my brother as a geek. Not really the type to have sexual desires. But here he was wanking his meat every night and every morning while his sister was in the bed next to him.
The first time he stroked for me, I wanted him to look at me, so I could rub myself too. But, he struggled to cum that way. I thought is he weirded out that I am his sister? Or maybe he doesn’t think I am pretty. I asked what the problem was and at first he got all defensive . But I kept pushing him and he finally said it would help if we could play a little game. A game? Hmmm, I thought whatever helps me play with my brother’s big hard cock, has my vote. I had a high libido even as an ankle biter. He wanted to play dress up. I was thinking like doctor and patient? I had played that game with my Uncle before and it was hot.
My brother had a different roleplay game in mind. Frankenstein and Bride of Frankenstein. Turns out he was spanking to photos of the actress who played the monster’s bride. That big white and black Fro like hair got him hard. What the hell right? My brother did appear to have a monster cock. So, I was pretty crafty at that age. I made a white dress out of old sheets, learned to tease my hair out, donned some white makeup to give me that pale dead look and then dressed him in clothes too small that were ripped and put some green make up on him. He’d play violin music and I would moan and we’d walk around our bedroom like monsters grunting. Seemed odd to me but when his cock would pop out of his pants at the site of me, I came to love our silly little game and wonder if other families played it too.
My brother’s cock would get so hard and I would fall to my knees and suck it so fast and so deep. He would shoot his wad in my mouth in minutes. After a few games of Frankenstein Needs a Bride, we were fucking. Turns out that he liked the virginal bride notion and the idea that a woman was created just for him; just for his horny needs. So, I became my brother’s bride for years. Anytime we played that game, he knew I was there just for his needs, just for his cock. We fucked in every conceivable position; he came everywhere on my body; there wasn’t anything sexual we did not explore in our game outfits. And it was hot for me too because I got serviced by a huge monster cock daily for years and I got to pretend I was a virgin over and over again. Eventually, when my cunt stopped being as tight as it was, we switched to my ass. My ass was always cherry red for my brother’s monster cock. In fact sometimes we would use a ketchup packet to make it look like I was bleeding again just like a virgin on her wedding night.
I am sure you had your own family fun role plays or special little games like spin the bottle or 30 seconds in heaven you played. Maybe Frankenstein Needs a Bride is a bit outside the box, but I still get hot thinking of all the times I came hard in that white bride’s dress I made; all the times I got my brother off pretending t be virginal bride. My brother popped my cherry and started me on a long tradition of incest. My uncle was next, then my daddy, then my offspring and now my offspring’s offspring. I have my own little games I played with them all, but it’s because of my well-hung brother that I truly appreciate the art of roleplay games. Who do you want me to be?
When they were younger we had an inflatable blue elephant whose trunk was a ruler. It was Nana’s favorite game to bring out the elephant every tie they visited and measure that wienie soft and hard. Most people measure height on the wall, We had our own measurement and had them marked on the counter.
