Where it happened: home
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
This all happened from the time I was 9 up until I was 13. My mom had a boyfriend (Stan) who moved in with us. I think I was 7 or 8 at the time and my brother was 5 or 6. All the years he lived with us I thought he and my mom were married. I found out years later they never did get married. The first year or so was good since my mom didn’t work and Stan was at work most of the time. I suppose we needed more money so my mom got a job as a 911 dispatcher but had to work nights and some weekends. Stan would then watch me and my brother at night and mom wouldn’t get home until after midnight. It started out innocently at first and Stan would give me and my brother a bath before we went to bed. He never really abused me but would insist on washing me “to make sure I was clean”. he also washed my brother but always took more time with me. As I got a little older he would seperate me and my brother and give us a bath at different times. We had a bathtub and also a shower stall in the master bedroom and he would always bathe us there instead of the other bathroom. The first time I really remember for sure, he put me in the tub and left the room for a few minutes. When he came back he was in his bathrobe. He asked me if it was ok for him to shower while I soaked in the tub. I really don’t remmeber what I said but I was probably to niave to say no or anything else. I do remember watching him take off his robe in front of me and getting in the shower. I never saw a naked man before and was quite curious. I watched as he showered and when he dried himself off. He did put on underware then and just said it was my turn to get clean and bagan washing me. At the time I remember feeling less concious about my nudity since I had seen him naked but my brother naked many times. Never did I ever mention this to my mother. I honestly saw nothing wrong with it and became less concerned about him seeing me naked or in my underware. By the time I was 11 it still didn’t bother me but I did tell him a few times I could bathe myself. He just told me he didn’t mind helping me and that it was his responsibility since mom wasn’t home. One night my brother got his bath first and then he filled the tub for me. As he was washing me he told me I was developing a rash and I must be allergic to something. He put bubble bath in my tub and told me to soak for awhile and he would put some cream on my rash. As I sat in the tub he just undressed right in front of me and got into the shower. After he dried off and put on his robe he got me out of the tub and took me into the bedroom with just a towel around me. First he told me to lay on my stomach and started to rub baby lotion on my back telling me it would stop the rash from spreading. I didn’t object and let him do it and I must admit it really felt good. He massaged it into my ass and legs then made me turn over on my back. I had no breasts and he started at my neck and rubbed the baby lotion on me. His robe was wide open and I didn’t understand why his penis was hard so I remember asking him what was wrong with it. He just laughed and said it happens sometimes and I never gave it a second thought. He kept massaging me and spreading my legs open and told me the rash was near my vagina. When he touched me there with his finger I guess I pushed back a bit. He just told me then he had to put a little lotion inside because of the rash. He told me to shut my eyes, which I did, and was suprised at how good it felt. He kept rubbing me and now I realize that was the first orgasm I ever had. He just asked me if I liked it and I assured him I did. He got my pajamas for me and I went to bed, as he was telling me not to mention the rash to my mom. He said he would take care of it and my mom wouldn’t have to take me to the doctor. A few weeks went by and he would bathe me and somtimes take a shower with me watching but didn’t mention my rash again. I was in the tub and I was the one who brought it up when I asked if he thought I still had a rash. He got me to stand up in the tub and spread my legs so he could look for it. He actually said it wasn’t bad but when he asked me if I wanted the baby lotion again I said yes. He did the same thing as before and again I orgasmed not even knowing what it was but knowing it felt good. He always lectured me on not telling my mom and I didn’t feel I had to anyway. Over the next year and a half he did this many times and even though I was developing breasts and had my 1st period I didn’t think of it as abuse. I was not the lease bit shy of him seeing me naked. He stopped washing me in the tub but would take showers in front of me often, and I remember seeing him masturbate a few times not knowing exactly what he was doing. Instead of telling me I had a rash he would just asked if I wanted a rub down and most of the time I would say yes. My brother didn’t even know what was going on as he would always seperate us at bath time and my brother would always use the other bathroom. Stan was always good to me and my brother and never punished us for anything. My mom would punish us if we did something wrong and he was always easy going and nice to my mom also. The summer before high school he talked me into taking a shower with him and I was apprehensive at first but went in with him anyhow. We actually soaped each other and washed each other with him promising to give me a rub down. Almost the whole time we were in the shower he had an erection. By this time I knew what it was and what it meant. Oddly enough it didn’t scare me and I even touched it a few times. When we finished we went into his room and as promised he gave me a rub down and this time I had multiple orgasms. He then asked me to rub him down and I didn’t hesitate. I rubbed his back rear and legs first and when he turned over I saw right away he was hard again. I rubbed the baby lotion all over his chest but was reluctant to touch his penis at first. He finally asked me to rub it up and down and I held it in my hand. He took my hand and showed me how to masturbate him and he finally came after a few minutes on my hand and his stomach. I honestly liked doing it and the next few weeks we took a shower and rubbed each other down. Then one night as I was masturbating him my brother walked in the room and saw what I was doing. We stopped and right away Stan ran after my brother and made him promise not to tell my mom and I also asked him not to tell. The next morning after Stan went to work he told her. She was so mad and started asking me all kinds of questions about everything. Today I don’t know why I did this but I told her it was the only time and it really wasn’t his fault. I never mentioned how long this was going on and when she asked my brother he really didn’t know either. When Stan got home that night my mom didn’t even go to work. They argued for hours and Stan left the house. Thats the last time I ever saw him. My mom kept asking me for weeks about what happened and I down played it every time and told her the whole thing was an accident and my brother really didn’t see what he told her. I actually wanted him to come back. Now that I’m older I understand but at the time I didn’t care and loved every minute of it. Til this day I have never told my mom or anyone about this. I still think about it sometimes and would do it all over again. Even though I know he was wrong he never did penetrate me or try to have intercouse. I got married 5 months ago and doubt if I’ll ever tell my husband either.
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