Just a few years ago, dad gave me a bicycle for my birthday not long after the spring where I ended my junior year in High School. My senior year would start that fall so I had an entire summer with my new, beautiful bike.

Our house is on slightly higher ground than the garage so there is a double door and then after the second door, a flight of eight steps to the floor of the garage. When my bike was brand new, I used to park it below the small stair well where I could glance at it through the double, half glass door space without having to enter the garage. I did not believe it would be stolen, I just loved glancing at it since it was a beautiful, imported, high-end bike with a nice leather-like saddle.

One day, I glanced down from behind the second door and saw Ernie, my little 14 year old brother holding my bike frame while he seemed to be sniffing and licking the saddle. Seems not a big deal today but back then my heart beat whilst I wondered what the devil he was up to. When alone, I went into the garage and sniffed the saddle and I distinctly smelled my pussy odor on it. I was at first embarrassed, then amazed to realize that he liked it enough to lick the saddle.

Once in a while I started to ride in the summer with no underwear and I could feel the moisture from my crotch painting my leather bike saddle. There was then no need to struggle to smell or taste anything. It became rather obvious. I took to checking my bike once in a while and I began to see my little brother, then 15, going nuts sniffing and licking the saddle while he flogged on his erect penis tightly, with his clenched hand. He had a surprisingly large cock and watching him really turned me on so I found myself rubbing my pussy while watching him.

Fortunately, from my position looking down from behind the second door, he could not see me. I knew about male sexuality from school and so knew about ejaculation but it still surprised me when he began to fire sperm on the garage floor. I could hear his heavy moaning. I had seen it only on Internet porn but never in real life. The event took place almost daily but my schedule made it impossible to see most of his visits to my bike. Once, I was fingering myself watching him as he made love to my bike saddle, his big cock in hand, I rubbed my clit with my thumb and sank four fingers into my vagina and gave myself a grand orgasm simultaneously with my little brother's sperm shooting. It was a strange event and I felt guilty, for some reason.

The summer ended and dad hung up my bike on the garage wall for the winter so the strange sexuality events ended. I never had sexual contact with Ernie but think of his off-beat penchant for my bike saddle sometimes when I talk to him. He never had a clue of the many times I watched him with my bike saddle.

I should not end this without saying that my mom and I both talked about our soiled panties feeling crispy as we took them out of the soiled clothes hamper and threw them into the washing machine. We both realized what Ernie was doing, shooting his sperm into our soiled panties, where the sperm would dry crisp, no doubt after sniffing them, but never addressed him with our discovery. I told mom about my bike saddle and his making love to it, but not my own participation. She laughed, saying, "He'll get through this hormone driven period unscathed if we don't tell him we know all about it." Ernie seemed to have an endless supply of spunk.


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