After another of her scalding-hot baby baths, Aunty wrapped a towelaround me and carried me into the spare bedroom. She snatched the damptowel from me...and lay it out on the bed. "Lie down, baby, and we'll getyou dressed for the day." Her grinning daughters followed a few minuteslater to further witness my infantile humiliation. Aunty June powderedme all over, leisurely rolling and folding my tiny frame this way andthat as she slid a thick bundle of white terrycloth under my raisedrear. She. Alison walked around the table and hugged her.“Love you, Mum,” she said, “we all do.”“I know sweetheart,” Mum replied, “and I’m sorry if I’ve been a moody cow for the past while, but it’s been a strain keeping it in, and we didn’t want to tell you until David got back, and we knew for definite how bad it was.”“So what happens next?” Alison asked after she moved around the table and hugged Mum,” when do you go to the hospital?”“I have an appointment to see the surgeon on Monday,” she replied,. His one hand played with my other breast while his free hand slipped down and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding into them finding my bare, damp pussy. He started teasing my clit, my moans growing louder and louder, “Ohhh yea… just like that… more!”“Mmmm you like that?” he half-moaned, half-growled at me, his voice sounding more animalistic, more primal. I nodded my head and moaned more as he tortured my clit with his fingers and sucked and licked and kissed my tits with his mouth. “Feels reall good. I slid my hands back to his front, and messed with the button. After what felt like forever I got it undone. Pulling the shorts away from each other, the zipper to separated. I pulled them to his ankles, so what was visible to me was my brother wearing boxer briefs, tight against his body. You could see a defined sort of bulge in his underwear. He looked well endowed. I rubbed the front of his briefs just to continue stimulating that, oh so sensitive area. I could tell that my brother was.