Wallyand Nanny had simply shown him that he already was. The sniffles grew,and tears dripped onto Nanny's plush body. "It's all right, Jake. Justlet i... out."Jake did let it out, then, despite so many years of being forciblytaught that crying was something that would simply make adults hit himmore. He had been made small and dependent and he finally could cry,cry at the horrific conditions he'd lived in, not even knowing thatthey were horrific. A lifetime of resentment, of bottled anger, cameout. Her bowels clenched tight as she relieved her bladder, and looked up startled as a group of nuns walked in, and as some waited others took up the places beside her, she waited but as the others wiped themselves unconsciously she felt able to do the same.Then Grace took her to the back wall where the cold stone basins awaited the cold water from more galvanised buckets, she watched fascinated as quite unselfconsciously other nuns pulled off their habits and hanging them on the rail provided. Immediately, flashes went through me- taut muscle covered in smooth bronze skin, sweat trickling over a flat chest topped with nipples adorned by steel balls on each side. I wanted to bite them, following down the ridge of his abs with my teeth, lick the sweat salt from his skin- an orgasm seized me, at the same time I realized who I had just been fingering myself to. My back arched from the force of the pleasure rolling down my body in waves, making my nipples tighten into pink nubs, my pussy. He was only two years older than me, but already carried me to our mother, with his shirt pressed against my wound. For a five year old, I don’t care what people say, but such a reaction is really impressive. I have to say that my brother matured quite fast for his years. It could be because our father died, I was to young to remember him, but he does. I think he took the role of the man of the house, and maybe that was the reason, why I was attracted to him so badly, and unfortunately still.