The Golden Rule - Sex Stories

The Golden Rule

... his request. “Nope,” he responded with his arms still crossed in front of his chest. “It’s ten seconds or you can just forget it.” Stubborn. That’s what my brother is, stubborn. I was going to have to make a counter offer that would sweeten the deal for him and make him think that he was getting more than he really was. “Five………and I will stand with my feet apart so you can get a good look.” “With your feet apart?” he said as he uncrossed his arms. Pay dirt! I had just found my brothers price. All I was going to have to do was stand with my feet apart and lift my skirt to ride his bike. He would get a good look at my little pussy and that would be that. I actually felt proud of myself for having negotiated my first real ‘business’ transaction. He looked at his bike then down at the hem of my skirt again before he tucked his hands into his pockets. “Five seconds with your feet apart and no panties,” he said as he looked at his bike again then back down at my bare legs extending out of my skirt. “Deal.” he said as he turned around and started off down the narrow alleyway between the garage and the fence that marked the side of our property. “Come on,” he said as he stopped to make sure I was following him. Now my heart was pounding really hard in my chest. I don’t know if it was from the excitement of getting to ride the bike or from the knowledge that I was getting ready to show my little pussy to my brother. In either case I felt all shaky inside as I started down the side of ...

... the garage after him. My father’s car garage sits in our back yard to the left of the house as you look at our property from the street. It’s not much, just a simple wood building with a garage door at the front and a bunch of stuff piled into every last little nook and cranny inside, leaving just enough room for our one family car. But it sits about 2 feet from the tall white fence that divides our property from our neighbors to the left, leaving a narrow alleyway that me and my brothers use when we are playing in the yard. Behind the garage is a large flat area with a few trees that we climb and play around. This alone keeps the ground mostly just bare dirt even though it gets a good amount of sun. My brother broke out into the back of the garage into the bright sunlight and looked around. “Ok,” he said as he turned to face where I was about to emerge from the narrow alley, “it’s clear.” “Just a minute,” I said as I stopped a few feet short of the end of the garage. “If you chicken out now,” my brother said as he started back toward the alleyway, “then you can just forget it.” “I’m not chickening out!” I responded as I looked back toward the house to make sure the coast was clear. “Just give me a second.” My brother looked as I reached up under my skirt and hooked my fingers into the elastic band of my panties. “Do you mind?!” I said as I stopped my procedure and glared at him. My brother turned around and took a step back toward the back of the garage, disappearing around ...