Part 1: Innocent Curiosity.Being two years older than my little sister my “seniority” compelled me to protect her at all times. So much so that I would often let her have my favourite chocolate or biscuit when there was only one left. I was her hero. Even my parents acknowledged that. She watched me like a hawk. She knew more about me than my parents or closest friends did, especially if it involved my ‘willy’.She loved my ‘willy’ and I loved my little sister!As kids we got on so well together. There was never any fighting. We just seemed to be real buddies which was unusual in an innocent brother and sister relationship. Even our parents’ friends openly marvelled at our unusual behaviour. We just seemed to do everything together and enjoyed each others company. Like most small children we also bathed together. Soon my sister noticed that I had something different and she demanded to know why. My mother being the loving, caring person she was, simply explained the difference by stating that I was a boy and she was a girl.Her next question was what to call my “thing”. My Mom again lovingly replied “that’s Brian’s ‘willy’ ”. She was satisfied, for a while.Once or twice whilst bathing, my ‘willy’ became stiff and stood upright. Cathy was intrigued and her eyes became firmly affixed! Mom was busy bathing her when she shouted out’ “Look Mom, its sticking out!”I naturally played to my audience, stood up and pushed out my belly to make my ‘willy’ look even bigger. Mother just smiled and ordered me to stop fooling around and get on with my bathing.From that day onwards Cathy always took a special interest in me especially when I was undressing or in the bath, at the beach or even in the shower to see what my willy was doing!She was my shadow.She also followed me to the loo to pee. She loved watching me put my hand down the front of my pants and pop it out.Soon she felt şişli escort the need to become involved! She loved the bit when I shook it afterwards to get the last drop out. So when I started to do that she stopped me and said, “Please can I do that, ‘cause I don’t have one!”.I agreed. But that did not satisfy her completely. She also noticed that I gave it a little tug to make it bigger before starting so she begged to do that as well and eventually the entire procedure. Once I felt that she had sufficient experience, I agreed!All I was left to do was position myself in front of the bowl. She gently inserted her soft little hand and took a while to actually pop it out. I think she actually enjoyed this fondling bit which later developed into a full on arousal. This pleased her no end. The look of satisfaction on her face said it all!I loved my sister and actually loved the attention she paid to my ‘willy’.She simply loved all the touching and made it her business to finish the job each time I had a pee. She took great pleasure in shaking the whole inch and a half to the point where I felt it was about to fall off. She’d do anything to play with it!One day she got the idea to see how far I could pee. She made me stand a metre from the bowl on the understanding that she’d have to clean up any spillages.She agreed, I aimed, and fired. She was amazed. My stream went straight up into the bowl until the end, when it tapered off. There was the little spillage. That did not deter her at all. She was impressed. She just grabbed my little thingy, shook it forever, sighed and said, “Wish I could do that”.I pulled my pants up and walked off leaving her to flush and clean up with the selfish comment of, “Well you need to practice, Cathy!”.She became a real “tomboy”. She was determined to do everything my friends and I did and always joined in the fun. Somehow mecidiyeköy escort they accepted her. Taking her big brother’s recent advice seriously she decided to participate in my friends peeing contest during my birthday party. She dropped her panties as well, and in front of all my friends tried to pee as far as we did. She bent over backwards, nearly over-balancing, and pushed her little pussy out with both hands as far as she could! Unfortunately she only managed to soak her panties thoroughly.I felt so sorry for her.But in the process I noticed that she took a particular interest in all the willies on display and particularly that Jamie’s was different (uncut). Undeterred she rushed off to mother to enquire why his didn’t look like mine (cut). Well this caused a furore to say the least. I was punished afterwards for not using the toilet and acting irresponsibly in front of my little sister. I still remember my Dad remaining absolutely silent and grinning quietly. I think he was actually proud that I was a real boy.Later I overheard a hushed conversation between my parents about my sisters over zealous affection towards me and her particular interest in my willy and also that of other boys. I almost spluttered when my Dad jokingly responded, “Well would you prefer her to be more interested in girls and their pussies”? The conversation ended with my Dad assuring my Mom that this was just a passing phase of brotherly infatuation and that it would soon be over. Well not as far as my sister was concerned, I thought!He also pointed out that I was the biggest influence in her life. It was obvious that I loved her and felt responsible for her and would always protect her.Thank goodness I was still trusted. Mother was not all that convinced and said she would make it her business to encourage more socializing with other girls.At the age of mecidiyeköy eskort ten my mother must have noticed that my erections were becoming more frequent when bathing, my balls were starting to drop, and fine hair was appearing in my pubic area.She called me aside and sensitively explained that as my body was starting to change into a young man and that I would soon develop a beard and a deeper voice she felt that it was time for me to bath or shower alone.I was chuffed! I was becoming a young man at last. But my sister clearly missed me and protested furiously. Somehow mother handled it. Soon afterwards Cathy had devised a new plan.She was maturing faster for her age and was actually catching up to me although the physical characteristics were not yet evident. One day I had just finished showering when she ‘accidentally’ walked in on me as our adjoining bedrooms shared the same bathroom. I was drying myself down but had developed one of those uncontrollable hard-on’s which only teenagers can identify with. It was rock hard and throbbing. It looked like bursting. The head was a bright red! Her eyes fixated. She didn’t apologise but just kept staring and smiled.“Wow! I miss you Brian”, she said. “Mom told me that you were growing into a young man and now I can see what she meant. I love your ‘willy’, especially when its so hard, and just wish I had one. Can I touch it?”.I smiled back, and as she was now standing right in front of me I touched her on her shoulders and replied:“There is no need to miss me, I will always be here for you. You are my very special sister and you will soon be growing into a beautiful young lady just like Mom with a lovely figure as well”, I re-assured her. She just kept staring, fixated.She replied, “Gee, I didn’t think it would get so big or so hard. Can I touch it”, she impatiently asked again”. “Yes, of course you can” I lovingly replied.She touched it with just one finger and then placed her soft little fingers around my shaft and said, “Wow it’s so hard and strong!”I was gloating! She kept gazing at my head and said, “I just love the tip. It’s so big and I need to kiss it. Is it OK?”.