Repost in other site that being sighted by myself. Nice story by the unknown author since 2004 kaya gonna share on u
WARNING
This is a true story that contains pedophilia, incest, bestiality, forced sex, and other objectionable content. My purpose is to lay out my history, so this is not written in the overwrought-style of most erotica, but rather more matter-of-factly, as a narrative. The people, ages, and events are real, as are the settings; however, I have changed the names to protect the innocent and guilty alike, and I hope I will not give enough information to clearly identify the people involved (myself included)
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For a long time, I took no further steps in that direction, however, and I think I could have turned back. But then, when I was 17 and in the US, just prior to college, one of my dad’s secretaries, a good-looking woman of 26, fell in love with me and seduced me. We had a powerful, torrid love affair, with each of us driving hours to see the other. She was married with a 6-year-old daughter, but she assured me she and her husband were separated and on a path to divorce. If you guessed already that she left me to return to her husband, you’re right. To say I was heartbroken is an understatement. I dropped out of college, gained a lot of weight, and spent my days sleeping and eating in my bedroom
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Eventually, I pulled myself together enough to go back to school. Over the next couple of years, I had a few casual sexual encounters with normal women (and a few with hookers). None of these was lasting, and each only served to deepen my despair and distrust of women
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It was in this emotional context and frame of mind that I engaged in a completely inappropriate, not to say criminal, relationship with my own little sister. Terry was 13 years younger than I, and started catching my eye around the time she turned 6. She and I had always been close, in a father-daughter sort of way. Though the last couple of years we had been apart while I was away in college
.We got together with my family for Christmas in Florida, and something about the sun, her tan, her swimsuit, made something click in my mind. I saw her not just as beautiful, but sexy as well. I took a few tame but slightly provocative pictures of her on the beach, with her swimsuit bottoms stuck in the crack of her cute little bubble butt. I had her pose several ways, stretching her long, sexy legs this way and that, pouting her lips and giving little knowing smiles to the camera
.One day, we went to Sea World, and on the long drive back, late in the evening, she was sitting in the backseat of the car cuddled up against me, my brothers sleeping soundly leaning right, my mother asleep in the front passenger seat and I, behind my dad who was driving intently because of the rain. I covered Terry with a jacket, and was rubbing her back, when, almost without thought, my hand drifted to her bottom. I started rubbing her butt cheeks gently, then started pressing a little against her butt crack with my index finger. Slowly, very slowly, I lowered my hand so that my finger would just touch the space between her anus and cunthole. Eventually, I started pressing a little harder, and concentrating on that little spot. After a few minutes, I tried moving my finger up a little more so that I could rub her clit, but her legs were pressed together and I couldn’t get access without moving her — possibly drawing unwanted attention from my family
Something then happened that changed my life: Terry slowly spread her legs for me. At first I thought this was coincidence, but eagerly took the opportunity. My hand crept up her slit, and I started massaging her little clitoris. After several minutes her breathing became ragged, and suddenly her legs squeezed tightly together. After a few agonizing seconds, her legs relaxed again. I rubbed lightly for a few moments more, then began slowly withdrawing my hand. I could have come in my pants when she suddenly tightened her legs again! I waited for her to relax, then slid my hand in again, and repeated the procedure. By the time we got to the hotel, I had given her three orgasms
The following day, when my parents announced they wanted to go shopping, I begged off. Both my brothers were eager to go, but Terry also asked to stay behind. I waited a good 15 minutes after they left, the longest 15 minutes in my life, before I casually asked Terry if she wanted me to give her a bath. I hadn’t done that in years, but she quite as casually answered “Sure.” In my underpants, I trotted her out to the bathroom and started the water. I helped her take her clothes off, then sat her down in the tub as the water (and my cock) started to rise
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I splashed water on her and tickled her until the tub was full and the room warm and steamy. I asked her to stand and began to lather her up, starting at the top and slowly working my way down. As my hands made their way down her lithe young body, I joked with her about how dirty she was. I rubbed her nipples, pretending they were smudges (I’ve read many supposedly true stories that describe little girls being aroused by their nipples being stimulated, but it didn’t happen in this case, nor ever with any little girl I’ve played with). Then, I rubbed her tummy, nervously working my way around to her backside
.I cupped her beautiful little but cheeks, and started massaging them gently but firmly. Slowly, I spread her cheeks apart and got my first close-up look at her tight little pink anus. I worked my hand around, again joking at how dirty it was. Properly lathered up, I managed to insert just the tip of my left index finger into her anus, then gently slid my right hand up and over her pussy. By this point my voice dropped a few octaves, and I huskily told her she was also very dirty there. Some shred of caution made me ask her if she wanted me to clean that spot extra well. To my eternal thrill, in a small voice she answered “Yes.”
I began working up a lather, rubbing her up and down her slit. I turned her sideways so I could stroke her pussy with my right hand as I tenderly tickled her anus with my left. Within minutes she began to come, and shudders racked her little body as she stood naked in my arms. When they subsided, I rinsed her off, then quickly washed her legs and feet. Finally, I gave her a big hug and told her she was all clean. She looked up at me and asked, demurely, “Aren’t you going to take a bath too?”
.My hairs stood on end as shivers ran up my spine. In all our years together, I had never taken a bath with her, and she had never seen me naked. I covered up by pretending to be casual, pulling down my shorts as if it were the most natural thing to do, and getting into the tub with her
She started, as I had, by cleaning my upper body, but clumsily and haphazardly, as a child would with any job they were not trained for. She also played the “dirty” game, pretending to rub off my nipples. When she finished my tummy, I got up and she came face to face with my raging hard-on
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She rubbed the shaft with the bar of soap, then the head, smiling all the while. I lifted my leg onto the side of the tub so she could access my scrotum, advising her to be careful because she could hurt me. She gently rubbed her soapy hands all around my balls, slipping her fingers up my butt crack and feeling for my anus. I almost came when she started poking her little finger up my asshole, but managed to hold back
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By this point she had forgotten all about the “dirty” game, and was concentrating on looking at, exploring, and rubbing every part of my private anatomy. When I finally could take it no longer, I asked her to grip my shaft and start stroking back and forth. I kept murmuring, “Yes, just like that sweetheart, don’t stop.” When I came, I spurted semen right past her face, barely missing her. She was so surprised she dropped her hands. I had to grab my shaft and pump to keep my orgasm going. I remember it being so intense the bright white bathroom faded to gray. I hate to think what could have happened if I had passed out and bonked my head on the porcelain. Death would have been the least objectionable outcome then!
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When I recovered, I sat back down. Terry looked a little worried, so I reassured her with a big hug, telling her in a cheery voice, “Thanks! I’m all clean now.”
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We played around a little while, but not sexually any more. Then, we spent the rest of the morning at the beach, doing mostly normal brother-sister things. At one point, though, in the water, I slipped my hand under her suit and massaged her pussy to orgasm. That was the last bit of “fun” we had that vacation, as no more opportunities presented themselves.