Lance's Lance

Lance's Lance

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I am eleven and the twins are six.

My name is Holly Evans and I’m eleven years old. I have two little siblings, named Lance and Vera. They are twins and I’m five years older than them.

Since I’m the eldest, mom counts on me to help take care of the twins. Right now it’s bath time and I’m bathing them. Lance is naked, standing in the tub, and Vera is standing by my side, out of the tub. Lance is naked and Vera is still dressed.

I’m soaping my brother’s little peenie and from time to time I let it go and tickle him under his arm, to make him giggle.

I like seeing boys naked, but Lance is too little. I prefer seeing older boys. However, I love making sure that Vera sees him naked.

Not the other way round.

I mean, I love getting Lance naked in front of Vera, so that she can see his peenie and every part of his naked body, and also making sure that Lance does not get to see Vera naked.

“Look at his little peenie, Vera,” I tell her. “That’s what makes little boys and girls different. Boys have peenies, like this, and girls have twinkies. See?”

Both Vera and Lance look down at his little penis. Lance is too young to be really embarrassed, but both of them are curious.

“What does a twinkie look like?” Lance asks.

“Sorry, but that’s only for girls to know,” I say.

“But why?”

“Because boys are not allowed to see naked girls... but, are girls allowed to see boys naked, Vera?”

“Yeah!” she says.

“That’s right!” I laugh.

“But why?” Lance asks, whining.

“Because that’s the way things are, Lance,” I tell him. “Girls need privacy, but boys don’t. That’s why I bathe you in front of Vera. She gets to see you naked, but boys do not get to see girls naked.”

He pouts a little but seems to accept my superior wisdom.

I smile and wash his peenie and his bottom some more.

“Look Vera,” I say. “Do you want to touch his peenie?”

She wants.

I am thirteen and the twins are eight.

I still bathe the twins together. Yes, together. They wanted to play in the tub, so a couple of years ago they asked to be bathed together. We have been doing it that way since then.

I let them go together, but do not think that means Lance sees Vera naked now. Oh, no. I make sure of that. So they are both sitting in the water as I soap their heads. They are playing with some floating bathtub toys. Vera is wearing her swimsuit bottoms. Lance, of course, is naked. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I make Lance stand up so that I can soap his body. I always have the two twins facing each other inside the tub, so that Vera can see everything. Even though she is used to seeing her brother naked, Vera is showing more interest lately, and she watches keenly.

I make Lance turn around and bend over when it’s time to wash his bottom. I separate his cheeks and wash inside. Then I put the tip of my finger inside his little hole and soap around. Vera giggles.

“What?” I smile. “I’m just washing inside his bottom. You know little boys can be messy and forget to wipe well.”

Vera giggles some more.

“Aww, Holly!” Lance complains.

“Hush, Lance. Do you want to be a clean little boy or not?”

Then I pat his bottom and tell him to stand up and turn around again. That way Vera can watch as I wash his peenie.

As I soap it thoroughly, it stiffens, as little boys’ peenies do sometimes.

“Look, Vera, is Lance’s little lance,” I said, taking it with two fingers and waving it around in the air, making my little sister laugh.

I am fifteen and the twins are ten.

I no longer bathe Vera, but I still bathe Lance. When his sister started taking her own baths, Lance wanted to bathe on his own too, but I wouldn’t hear of it.

“Little boys can’t be trusted to wash themselves properly,” I said, “and that’s that.”

Even though Vera no longer bathes with him, I make a point of inviting her inside the bathroom when I’m bathing Lance. I really enjoy getting him naked in front of her.

“Holly, don’t let her come in,” he told me once.

“Why not?”

“’Cause I don’t wanna her to see me.”

“How come? She is your sister. Don’t you ever want her to see you again?” I asked, playing dumb.

“Not naked,” he said.

“Oh, that!” I chuckle. “Don’t be silly. All sisters see their brothers naked, and it’s no big deal. I see you naked, don’t I?”

“Yeah, but you are older.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway,” I tell him. “Even if she were younger than you, she would still get to see you naked. Boys do not need modesty... Vera, come in. Your brother was shy and did not want to be naked in front of you, can you believe it?”

Vera was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as I pulled down Lance’s undies in front of her.

“Don’t be silly, Lance,” she told him. “I see you naked all the time, don’t I?”

I have noticed her getting more confident and lording it over her twin brother, treating him as if he were a little boy. I encourage that.

Nowadays I let her help when I bathe Lance.

“It’s not right that I do all the work and she’s just here doing nothing,” is how I put it to Lance when he complained. “We are family. Everyone needs to help.”

I let Vera wash his peenie herself. I believe she enjoys the situation as much as I do. She is always so incredibly thorough when she washes his private parts. Not that boys have really private parts, of course, but you know what I mean.

There’s a complicity between Vera and me when Lance is naked in front of us, a sense of shared Girl Power. I always tell her that girls can do anything, and become whatever they want to be.

Vera’s washing of her brother’s peenie is so comprehensive that he always ends up with an erection nowadays.

“Lance’s lance,” Vera grins as me as she gently taps it with her finger to make it wave.

We still giggle at that joke.

If Lance squirms too much when we are washing him, I swat his bottom. Not really hard, just to get his attention. He’s really a good boy, quite docile most of the time, but boys will be boys.

Lately, I have begun to encourage Vera to do the same.

She is washing his peenie and pebbles, and he is squirming and trying to get out of her hand.

“Just swat his little bottom for him,” I instruct her.

“Aww,” he complains, rubbing his bare behind, but he stops squirming. “That’s not fair, Vera shouldn’t spank me.”

“Why not?” I ask.

“’Cause she isn’t older than me.”

“That doesn’t matter. Girls are more mature, that’s why she gets to bathe on her own. So, if you act like a naughty little boy, she gets to swat your bottom.”

Vera grins smugly at him. He pouts but seems to accept it.

(The End)