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I’ve known about male circumcision as long as I can remember. I have a brother who is two years older than I am. He was not circumcised at birth, and my mother regularly bathed us together. My earliest recollections of bathing with my brother (perhaps when I was only 3 or 4 years old) revolve around my mother’s close examination and cleansing of my brother’s long foreskin. My mother was foreskin obsessed... obsessed with its looseness, cleanliness and general removal. She regularly talked to my brother about his foreskin and about how he needed to be circumcised. The problem seemed to be that my father didn’t allow her to have him circumcised at birth. But back then, all I knew was that a boy had a foreskin that could be ‘clipped back’ and that most other boys seemed to have already been ‘done’. It’s not that my mother paid less attention to me in cleansing my own small vagina, but there was never any talk about needing anything ‘fixed’.

During these early years, my brother had his foreskin regularly checked in front of me and even guests. We had a swimming pool and when we were little we would often swim in the buff. This gave my mother and her neighbor friends further opportunity to talk about my brother... “I see you didn’t have Junior circumcised, Helen. Isn’t his Daddy?” This always led to further conversation on circumcision and my mother to show off Junior’s skin and then bare his glans for the women. He was often admonished to keep his skin peeled back while he was swimming, and he did try to do this, especially if there was another little boy in the pool who had been circumcised.

Additional inspections (or at least questions about) his foreskin also followed our baths as we got older. By the time I was 7 or so, we began bathing separately. Mom even stopped giving Junior his baths (of course, he was nearly 9 and plenty old enough to handle this duty himself.) However, she always asked if he had washed behind his ears and washed behind his glans. The theory seemed to be if you had to pull back the foreskin far enough to wash back behind the glans on the inner lining, you would surely get the head clean too. In any case, this occurred routinely until my mother finally had Junior circumcised.

As we grow older, my father was less and less present in our lives. At the time, I just thought he was away on business. So, during one of these extended ‘business trips’ mom made an announcement one evening that I’ll never forget. I was about 10 years old, which made Junior about 12. He was beginning to grow up and was getting taller. I knew from sneak peeks that his ‘dinky’, as I called it, was also growing but that it still didn’t have any hair around it like our dad’s did. That evening, mom announced that she had decided to have Junior circumcised and that the following week we would be going to see our doctor who was going to do the procedure. ‘We’ I thought to myself... why would ‘we’ be going to the doctor? Later that week, mom told me that I was going along and that I would be able to watch my brother being circumcised, if I wanted to. She said it was up to me, but that this was an important event in my brother’s life and that it was also important that I knew all about circumcision if I was going to have boys of my own. Shortly after my brother was fully circumcised, my father left and never returned.

My brother didn’t put up too much of a fuss when the day came for his circumcision. Junior’s real name was James, after my dad. He had dark black hair and blue/gray eyes. He was pretty thin, but played on the basketball team in Junior High and ran track in High School. I remember asking him if he was afraid of being circumcised. He said he wasn’t, but that he still wasn’t sure he wanted to have it done. We talked about it for only a little bit more and then he clamed up as he usually did. He didn’t like talking about his foreskin and circumcision... not the way I did. I had become obsessed.

The fateful week finally arrived and we went off to the doctor’s office where Junior was circumcised. I didn’t know it then, but he was circumcised (as my mother and I watched) using a Gomco Clamp. I only remember the large silver bell and the thing being covered up by his excessively long foreskin. I do remember my mother saying to make sure ‘it was good and tight’. I thought she meant the clamp at the time, as the lady doctor kept on turning this screw thing. I would later learn that they were talking about the tightness of the circumcision.

During the first few months after Junior’s circumcision, I got to see his bare glans regularly. Mom was constantly checking it out ‘to make sure he was healing properly.’ She also included me in the checkups and even commented that my interest in caring for his incision might be an indication that I might one day become a doctor or nurse. Little did she know that my interest was in my brother’s peter and how it looked after being circumcised.

This was the beginning... it is how I became a circumcision slut! From that day forward, I began to get boys to show me their ‘weenies’. Most were circumcised. That didn’t matter to me... I loved seeing them and checking out their scars. Most didn’t even know they were circumcised. I told them. Most required a look or feel of my pussy in return; I complied. I just loved seeing the loose circs with the skin rolled up behind the glans... I loved them tight, with the scar back the shaft... and I even loved teasing the uncircumcised boy in our neighborhood and telling him how one day he was going to be circumcised. He sometimes cried, but always listened intently when I told him how the thing was put on my brothers dinky.