“Wow bro…such a big bulge in your shorts! Does your big sister need to help you out? Lucky we are almost home…so I can help you with this hard problem…I’ve been wanting to ride my hot little brother and feel your cock up my pussy…just keep your mouth shut about this or you’ll never pump another load of cum up my pussy…deal?”
“Okay bro we can do it one more time… But this time you absolutely have to remember to pull out on time… Last time was way to risky and you know Jesus forbids birth control and abortions. So you have to pull out nice and early this time, don’t even pre-cum in me! Okay bro?”
“If you want…pull out and squirt your yummy cum all over my tits…glaze my boobs bro!”
Listening to his big Brother talking always made him smile. Had ever since he gave himself over to the man back in the fall and even now that he was technically his equal he couldn’t, didn’t want to, break the habit of walking half a step behind, of ducking his head, of letting his big Brother take the lead. And as much as he loved hearing about all the fun that the House got up to at the summer retreat it made his a bit nervous too, or it would have if he didn’t have his Brother to guide him because with his big Brother to guide, lead and protect him he knew everything would be great.
A month ago I was at my moms house for a visit and I was sitting with my mom and my brother chatting about things in general.
And my mom was asking my brother if he is working on finding someone special, and also saying to him that it is time for him to find someone and start dating and plan to spend the life with someone special.
And he made a statement that made my life beautiful and meaningful. He was explaining to my mom that it’s hard to find a girl who is obedient and respectful like I am to my BF. For a moment I just paused and stared at him and asked him really? And asked him again that he wants someone with my attitude. He just replied “Yes”
And immediately I started to cry from joy and happiness. I didn’t want to cry because of my makeup but I couldn’t stop my self.
He continued that he wants someone who is obedient, respectful and takes care of her self and her looks. I was like asking him are you saying that I’m the role model for your next GF??? And he was like why are you crying. And I was like I’m crying that I’m happy that you see me as a role model for your future wife?
This just made my life complete. There is no other better feeling.
Now my mom is pressuring me to be even more respectful so my brother would learn how to find his GF. LOL
Sorry for my english but its hard to concentrate while edging LOL
This is such a beautiful story!
It makes me think about my life and my family. My sister is a throughly unhappy person. she is over weight, but due to many heartbreaking experiences over the years trying and failing to loose weight she has embraced the Fat Acceptance Movement (FAM). this hasn’t helped her to be happier it has only given her license to feel righteously angry at the rest of the world. she cares deeply about social issues, which is great, but in such a way that it only causes her to see phantoms everywhere.
I love my sister, and I only want the best for her. I also do not think that EVERY girl needs to be a bimbo. I think there is plenty of space in the world for every girl to be whatever she wants to be, only girls who deeply want to be bimbos should pursue that lifestyle. But every time I read an erotic bimbo story where some girl gets bimboified by a magic potion, or a diabolical salon or boutique, and ends up so much happier, part of me wishes that for my sister. Sadly that is just fantasy. (At this point, I should probably state for the sake of clarity that I have no erotic feelings whatsoever for my sister, even if she was totally bimboified I would have no erotic feelings for her. I would simply be very happy for her.)
But reading bimbophilosophy’s story of her visit with her Brother gives me the slightest glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe if I can find my bimbo-wife, and bring her home to introduce to the family, she could model the sort oh happiness that comes from worrying less, making herself as pretty as possible, and being pleasing for a good Man, perhaps a little of that could rub off on my sister. I don’t think that she could ever go full bimbo, but if she could find just a little bit of that happiness then that would be a good thing
“Oh, uh, big brother! Hey! You, uh… you saw that. And, uh… heard me… moan your name. And, uh, and, and beg you to, uh, breed me. Uh… I… oh, that’s your… cock… can I?”
