Later that year my eldest brother Paul, finished college and left home moving into a flat with his girlfriend. Father had a brother called Brian that lived in the town not far from us although we didn’t get to see him that often because he worked away on the oil rigs as a welder and spent his leave time up in Scotland. He owned his house and rented it out while he worked away so when he came home in between jobs that summer, father told him he could stay with us. He was a big man with long straggly hair and beard and played rugby with the local team when he was home. Daddy let him use our spare bedroom now Paul had left, and mum didn’t mind, she got a bit of rent off him I think. One day I got into trouble with mum for leaving a biro in my school blouse pocket, it must have been upside down because the ink came out and she couldn’t wash it out. She told father and he said that I knew what to expect and I spent the next couple of days wondering if he had forgotten all about it with Brian coming to stay. No such luck though, mum went to work on the Friday night and I was left with father and Brian watching television. At bedtime, he told me to go and get washed and ready for bed, and told me to get a move on and get myself back downstairs. I had to do what I was told and Brian said something about hoping he was going to teach me a lesson and father told him “she won’t be doing it again”. I got ready for bed and put my nightie on and cleaned my teeth, wondering what was going to happen, but really I was hoping that he would let me off lightly, but it was just wishful thinking on my part. I went back down to find Brian still sitting there on the sofa and father in his usual chair. I looked at him a bit sheepishly and stood in the doorway as father pulled the chair out and beckoned me over. He looked at me and said what’s this, pointing at the school blouse and told me to get over to him in the middle of the room. I did as I was told, not wanting to make things any worse but wondering if Brian was going to stay there, but he made no attempt to move as father pulled me over his lap. He pulled at my nightie and told me to lift my tummy up and pulled it right up my back and tucked it in at the neck. He wasted no time in starting to smack my cheeks, I started to wriggle around with how hard he was smacking me as he started to work his way down to the back of my thighs, at the same time he started telling Brian how he liked to cover the whole area for the best effect, rather than just smack both cheeks. He seemed to enjoy sharing the details with people if they were present and he stopped for a moment and continued talking to Brian while I lay there waiting. I had the chance to look around and could see Brian leaning forward on the sofa, watching me from behind much like had happened before with the farmer. The next minute, father started again and as I kicked my legs out he wrapped a leg around my left leg and pinned me there, my other leg dangling down to the side. It wasn’t the worst spanking I had had but it was strange having Brian there and when father finished he didn’t tell me to stand up straight away, he held me there while the two of them discussed how to treat children for being naughty and he was telling Brian he should make sure to maintain a strict household when he got married. Then he pulled me up and stood up himself, turning me around before I had time to pull the nightie down, he was standing behind me still holding my arm behind my back right in front of his brother while he lectured me about the cost of uniforms and why I should take care of things and not be so careless. All the time I was facing Brian, only three or four feet away from him as he watched me, looking up and down with me naked from the shoulders down before eventually letting go of my arm and telling me to get myself upstairs to bed. I was crying and jumped into bed and couldn’t stop thinking about Brian and how he had looked at my chest and down to my pussy all the time that father was talking to him. I got up and went to the bathroom and pulled my nightie up and tucked it under my chin and looked at myself in the mirror. I could see everything, my nipples were hard and sticking out and looking down I wondered what Brian thought looking between my legs with everything showing. I pulled my nightie down and went back and climbed into bed and couldn’t resist pulling it right up again so I was bare under the sheets. I felt my chest and down to my tummy imagining he was watching me. A real mixture of dread and excitement and I felt between my legs and touched myself feeling how it was quite moist and sent real tingles through me just like when Simon and Lenny touched me but this was a grown up looking at me like at the baths but not a stranger but someone staying in the same house as me. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything whenever we were together. I kept seeing him looking when I was in my nightie or if I had a vest or t-shirt on, and could see how my nipples were poking out, and he was always looking at them and it made me feel quite funny just like the time I was at the swimming pool. Then one Sunday morning everyone was in bed except Brian, he always got up early and I heard him downstairs getting a cup of tea. I went to the bathroom and as I came out he was coming up the stairs with a bowl of cereal. He said hello and did I want tea and I said yes please and got back into bed. I had my jamas on this time and I just wondered if he would look if he could see my chest. I got under my duvet and unbuttoned my top and just left the bottom one fastened. He came back up after a few minutes with two mugs and sat on my bed and handed me one. I sat up and reached over and could see my top was gaping wide open and I pretended not to notice. He sat there drinking his tea as we talked about silly things, and I could see he was looking so I just kept pretending that I hadn’t noticed and just let him look and I could see how hard my nipples were, and sticking right out. After a few minutes I finished my tea and Brian reached over for my mug and the back of his hand grazed up and down my nipple as he looked straight at me. It was like an electric shock and when I didn’t move he moved his hand across and did the same with the other one while staring straight at me. He put the mug down on the floor and reached back over and took one nipple in his thumb and finger and squeezed it and twisted it and then stretched it out, all the time watching my face. I just sat there as he rubbed it between his fingers and gripped it really hard before stretching it out towards him again before finally letting it go. He picked up the mugs without saying anything, and left me sitting there with my chest all bare as I watched him leave and close the door behind him. I just slid back under the duvet and put my hand down my bottoms and felt my pussy was moist as I started to rub it furiously. The following Saturday Brian came in late and I was already in bed reading something when popped his head round the door and asked if I wanted tea in the morning. I said yes please and he shut the door and I had that funny feeling again and started to think about the week before, turned the light off and snuggled down thinking about what had happened. I opened my top and started to play with my nipples like he had done, and ended up pushing my bottoms down and kicked them off so that I could put my knees up and feel between my legs. It was lovely and I kept getting these trembles and ended up falling asleep. I didn’t hear him come in with my tea, I just felt him shake my shoulder and when I opened my eyes he was standing over me. It took me a while to register what was happening and where I was until I stretched out and realised that the duvet was down by my knees and I just had my top on, wide open and was lying spread eagled on my back. He leaned over me and brushed the hair off my face and ran his hand down my chest, over my nipples and stomach and between my legs. I just lay there frozen as his huge hand cupped my pussy and started squeezing it gently, one of his big fingers slipping around onto my bottom. He brought it back up and dragged it between my lips and kept doing it until I could feel how slippery it was and wet all around to my bottom each time he did it. When I opened my eyes again, he was looking straight at me and said “open them”. I don’t know why, but I knew what he meant, and I bent my knees and spread my legs wide open and felt his finger slip deep between my lips and start to slip in and out faster and faster. All the time he was looking down at me until I arched my back and pushed myself right up onto his huge hand and he gripped the whole of my pussy nearly lifting me off the bed. It was just like the time Luke had come in my room that night and I was clutching the sheet as he squeezed harder and harder until I simply collapsed back onto the bed. I looked up at him grinning down at me, before he squeezed me really hard and pushed his finger right in before taking his hand away and he left me there and walked away, closing the door behind him. I just lay there spread out for ages before I could sit up and pull the duvet up and reach over to take a sip of my tea, but it was nearly cold.
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