Seducing Paul Part One

My Dad did not approve of Yvonne. So whenever Dad was around, Paul did not approve of Yvonne. But Dad was not always around and when he was at work or away on business, Paul was totally different around me.

He was more of a big brother to his little sister.  And regardless of his approval or lack of, Dad would not tolerate the boys teasing me about who I am.  They were also expected to be protective of me when we were out playing in the neighborhood.

Because I knew Dad disapproved, I did not fault Paul for some of his behaviors whenever Dad was around.  I knew it was not the real Paul.

He was my oldest brother and liked all little sisters I suppose, I always looked up to him.  Needless to say, there were several times he had to come to my rescue when other kids would pick on me for wearing a dress or wanting them to call me Yvonne.  Too often he was my knight in shining armor.  As it turned out I found myself developing something of a crush on my big brother.

Now the title of this post is 'Seducing Paul.'  I should make it very clear at the time I did not know I was seducing Paul.

I knew I liked Paul.  I knew I liked him somewhat the same ways girls are suppose to like boys.  And I wanted him to like me or at the very least to think I was pretty.  If you had asked me did I want Paul to be my boyfriend, I would have found the question silly.

However  here is the thing.  After we fucked, after I knew what it was like to be with Paul as his 'girlfriend,' my feelings for him did not go away.  And they were not unlike my feelings I had had before we fucked.  They were stronger and at the same time I knew it was more important to hold them in check, but the feelings were essentially the same.

When I look back on the weeks and months leading up to when Paul came to my room that night, I know that Paul was not totally responsible for one happened.  Even though I did not know anything about what a boy and a 'girl' such as myself do, I could tell sometimes that Paul did.

When he came to my room that night, he did not decide to fuck me.  He asked if he could.  And I said 'Yes.'  And when he fucked me, I asked for more.

Occasionally on television I would see a third party observing a man and woman for lack of a better term flirting.  The third party will often say "Get a room all ready."

Until that night I did not really know that Paul and I were flirting.  However in retrospect, there are  times when if he had not been my brother and I had not been his little sister that someone might have suggested to us that we should 'get a room already.'

I am understandably a bit uncomfortable with confessing that I seduced my older brother into fucking his little ten-year-old sister. However as you read the next several parts of this flirtation between Paul and I I am sure you will come to see that I may be more responsible for want happened that night than my brother.

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