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Corrupting Little B****r

DISCLAIMER: This story is solely a work of fiction. Any similarities between people living or dead is purely coincidental. No a****ls were harmed in the writing of this story. I was s**n going on s**n when our m****rs moved in together (they would marry the following year). I had been living as a girl for a year and a half. He, my new little step-b****r, was f**n at the time. He had just started puberty, and was a bit shy around girls, it was kind of cute. He was also kind of cute, in that young, androgynous kind of way. We got along okay, sure we squabbled, and he, for whatever reason, would often try to avoid me. After a month or so of our new f****y life, I started to find that, occasionally, one or two pairs of my panties would be missing. They would eventually turn up, so I did not give it much thought. Then, one evening, I swore that I saw a camera flash when I was showering. I did not know what to make of this, so I started to keep an eye out whenever I would bathe. A few days later, while waiting for the water to warm up, I saw the door to the bathroom open just slightly, and recognized my little b****rs cell phone peeking in. “At least he was smart enough to turn off the flash this time” I thought to myself. I also found myself somewhat turned on by my little b****rs actions. I decided that the next time that this happened, I would give him a good show. Our bath had one of those hand-held shower heads with ma**aging jets. When I next saw his cell poking through the ...

... door, I put that shower head to good use. I did all sorts of naughty things with it, starting on my tits, working down to my cock, and around to my a**-p**y. My hole was very clean that night. About once every week or so after that, I would notice the door open just slightly. Sometimes I showed off, playing with my tits, or my a**-p**y, or jerking-off, sometimes not, but it always turned me on, knowing that my little b****r was watching. I also found out that my little b****r was the culprit behind my missing panties, and that he was snatching them while they were dirty. Of course this made me even more 'exited'. I finally got the chance to escalate this situation about three months later. Our parents had decided to take a holiday, and left me in charge of the house, and my little b****rs care. I was determined to take extra special care of him. The day after they left, I made sure that my little b****r would get home from school earlier than I did. If he thought that he was alone, then maybe he would do something perverted and I could catch him in the act. Needless to say, my plan worked. I arrived home a tad later than him, and I snuk up to his room. I listened at the door, and heard the familiar sounds of fapping, so I barged in. The astonished look on his face was priceless, I almost gave the entire plan away by bursting out with laughter, but I was able to control myself. “What is going on here?”, I said sternly, as he tried to hide everything, stammering “W-what are you ...