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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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CHAPTER 7
Normally, I would have stayed with my folks, but my kid brother (who still lived down there) had taken over my room with his junk. I claimed I didn’t want to cramp his style, and rented a house from a friend who was away in Europe.
Of course Terry stayed with me the first night (my parents loved that we were so “close”). We picked up just where we had left off, spending the night in loving, wonderful pleasure, followed the next morning by more of the wonderful same.
Our lovemaking felt completely natural, as though we were two innocents in our own little Garden of Eden. Still, I should be honest and note that we lacked that intense lovers’ passion, that frenzied hormonal rush that results in wild proclamations of love and hours spent starring into each other’s eyes. We were lovers, true, but in a fraternal sense. I know that sounds strange, since siblings are not meant to be lovers. Yet, though we felt the same KIND of love that siblings feel for each other, as well as a deep affection, you could not say that we were IN love with each other. Instead, we were simply expressing our sibling love in an open, physical way that brought us both tremendous bodily pleasure plus the emotional pleasure of seeing each other’s enjoyment. Again, if this sounds strange, it’s because there’s nothing common about incest or pedophilia. It felt natural, but it certainly wasn’t normal.
The next day, after an invigorating round of morning sex, I drove with Terry to my parents’. We had lunch with them and some cousins whom I hadn’t seen in a couple of years. There was one little girl I didn’t know. She was Daniela, a niece of one of my cousins (related to me by marriage, not blood). Apparently she and Terry had become fast friends, despite their age difference. Daniela was 10, tall for her age, very pretty but clearly very shy.
After lunch I was eager to leave with Terry, but my mom suggested – in that insistent mothers’ way – that I take Daniela along. If you’re a fan of this kind of story, I’m sure you can guess what happened that afternoon. Remember, this is a true story, and if it seems too good to be true, it felt that way to me at the time it was all happening.
Terry, Daniela, and I got to my rented house, changed into swimwear and jumped in the pool. We played around, splashing, chasing, tickling, etc. My passions being well tended to by my sister, I felt no pressing need to “play” with Daniela as I had with Alex and Maria years ago. Still, the temptation was there, and when I started throwing Terry around, secretly copping a feel each time, Daniela of course wanted to participate. At first I was subtle, just holding her little ass in my hand as a seat, but as we continued, I started turning my hand so my fingers could cup her crotch. Each successive turn, I applied more pressure onto her pussy, finally to the point that, as I tossed Terry with one hand, with Daniela awaiting her turn in my other hand, I would rub my fingertips against her clit. As with Maria and Alex, Daniela kept coming back for more.
Finally, I uttered a small prayer under my breath and grabbed for the gold. I slipped my hand under her suit and rubbed her snatch with my fingers. She didn’t jump away, didn’t budge, didn’t even wince. Instead, she just pretended as if nothing were going on. I kept it up as long as I could stand, then launched her in the air and prayed again. Whoever heard that prayer answered it, and Daniela swam right back to me. This time I boldly reached down between her legs and under her swimsuit. She just held onto my shoulder as I worked my finger around, then slightly into her tight cunt.
Remember that this whole time I had been doing likewise with my sister, with whom I had no qualms or concerns. I decided to press a little further, and pulled them both back to the edge of the pool. I leaned against the side, both girls holding onto me, while I masturbated each, gently at first, then more vigorously. Terry came first, followed shortly by Daniela.
Again, both girls had been playing it cool, not letting on to each other, or even to me, that they realized anything was going on. To take this to a higher level, I considered playing another game, some chasing, tickling, and removing of swimsuits; however, I decided, impulsively, to do something out of character for me.
I pulled my swim trunks down and completely off, then hopped up onto the pool ledge with my glistening boner in full sight. The girls’ mouths dropped, and I took advantage of the momentary confusion. I pulled them both up with me, then gently but firmly pushed my sister’s head down onto my cock. She wavered a split second, then dutifully began sucking on it. I turned to Daniela, who still looked confused, and, pulling Terry off, I pulled Daniela’s head down as well. She also hesitated, but also opened her mouth and took my dick in. Then it was my turn to be surprised, as she lifted her head for a moment, took my cock in her hand, and gently pulled back my foreskin before returning her loving lips and tongue to its attention.
After a minute or so, during which Terry was completely quiet, sitting in rapt attention as her best friend Daniela gave me quite a proficient blowjob, I pulled Daniela away and returned Terry to the job. I continued this back and forth for a while longer, then, not wanting to get ahead of myself, I took them both in my arms and alternated giving each deep, passionate kisses. My sister’s tender, cautious mouth I was used to, but Daniela’s hungry kiss and probing tongue were a new experience. I had never been kissed by a child so passionately.
This seemed to confirm an earlier feeling I’d had. At the time I couldn’t really verbalize it, or even fully conceptualize it mentally, but I seemed to have an instinct for homing in on “receptive” children. Years later I heard a psychiatrist on a late-night radio show explain that child molesters seemed to be able to “smell” child-abuse victims. This seems to correlate with my experience. I never made advances on a child who did not welcome me, or who had not already been initiated by someone else. In fact, I later learned that Maria’s two brothers had molested her and Alex before I ever got my fingers in their holes.
I certainly seemed true in Daniela’s case. Although I never asked her, and in fact never spoke about what we were doing, she clearly knew what she was doing, what to expect, and more importantly, what she liked.
I picked both girls up, and playfully throwing each over a shoulder, I took them into the house and up to the bedroom. After depositing them on the bed, I drew the curtain shut and turned back to face them. Daniela and Terry both had impish smiles, and giggled as I walked toward them, waving my hard dick around. I teased them a little with this, flopping it back and forth between their faces, as they laughed and tried to catch it with their mouths (no teeth, thankfully!).
Then, I leaned over and kissed each of them, drawing them close. As we kissed, I removed their bathing suits a little at a time – a shoulder strap her, a tug there, one leg, then the next. When these two little angels were gloriously naked, I stood them both up, face to face with me in the middle. I lowered myself slowly, kissing and nibbling each of them, until I reached their gorgeous pussies. While my beloved little sister’s was as clean an sweet-smelling as could be, Daniela’s had a musky odor, not as strong as an adult, but certainly noticeable.
I began eating them out, lifting each girl’s leg for better access. I divided my time evenly, both for the excitement it provoked in me, and the nagging concern that Daniela might reconsider. Eventually though, I realized I had to get down to business, so keeping in mind my doubts about Daniela, I drew Terry down to my level, then turned Daniela and pushed her onto the edge of the bed, where she sat. I nibbled Daniela’s pussy lips a little, then gently pulled Terry in and, without a word, pressed her face slowly down.
Terry was obviously a little unsure of herself, so I softly told her to lick in one little spot, which I had exposed with my fingers. As she began slowly licking her best friend’s twat, I lowered my hand, down her back and over her tight little ass, down between her legs and into her crotch. I began rubbing my sister’s pussy gently, as if not to disturb her. I looked up into Daniela’s face and found her eyes half-closed, almost slits really, a look of rapture on her beautiful face. I took one of her hands and placed it on Terry’s head, and Daniela instantly took over, pressing my sister’s face into her wet crotch.
I then turned all my attention to Terry, crouching behind her, tickling her asshole with one finger and working the next into her pussy, while reaching around with my other hand to stroke her clit. This continued for a while, and I could see Terry was getting tired from the unaccustomed work, but Daniela kept a firm hold on her head, and didn’t let go until she came, so quietly that the barest of shivers and tightening of mouth gave her away. After a long exhale, she smile, laughed softly and jumped down to hug her exhausted friend.
I stepped in at this point, sitting Terry up on the bed. Daniela didn’t need any coaching, as she dove right in, finding my sister’s clitoris in a flash, and sticking two fingers right into her cunthole. At this, I walked over to the nightstand and pulled out the K-Y. I wanted one final bit of confirmation that my suspicions were right. I kneeled down right behind Daniela, took my tube and squeezed a good amount of K-Y right into her pussy and smeared some around. She jerked a little from the cold, but didn’t miss a beat in her snatch-munching. I stuck a finger in her hole and felt around; yep, no hymen.
I covered my cock in a good, heavy coat of lubricant, then pointed my cockhead right into the entrance to Daniela’s cunthole. The tip entered smoothly, but the rest of the head took some doing. When I finally got the head in, I noticed Daniela had stopped for a moment and lowered her head, wincing in pain but not saying a word. My sister’s attention was divided among her friend’s face, my cock, and my face. When my cock was settled in, Daniela resumed her munching and Terry’s eyes closed again, as she threw her head back in languorous pleasure.
After waiting a minute or two, I slowly started pulling my cock out of Daniela’s tight, wet pussy. I almost pulled out completely, because the sensation I felt when my head squeezed past her vaginal sphincter had been incredible. I knew, though, that it caused her some pain, and I didn’t want to distract her from servicing my sister.
Almost half my cock had entered; though her pussy was deeper than Terry’s it certainly wasn’t as deep as a full-grown woman. I grasped my shaft with three fingers, and began slowly stroking in and out, incrementally speeding up, until finally I cut loose and started pounding away, eager to fill the little bitch with my load of semen.
Just as I was nearing climax, I looked up and saw my sister’s intense expression, eyes tightly closed, teeth biting her lip as she sailed into her own orgasm. This sight pulled me over the edge and I forgot myself, letting go of my shaft and jamming it in as far and as hard as I could, grabbing Daniela’s slim girl hips tightly and yanking her back onto my massive cock as I drove it with mad passion. I came as hard as I ever had with my sister, not slowing at all as I rammed load after load of hot steamy sperm into the 10-year-old girl’s cunthole.
When I was finished, I let Daniela go, and she fell to floor. I closed my eyes as I recovered from the ordeal. When I opened my eyes I saw a heartbreaking scene: Daniela was huddled up on the floor crying, while Terry held her tenderly in her arms and stroked her hair. I felt like the monster that I was, and immediately jumped forward and hugged Daniela and Terry too. We sat like that for a while, hugging and cooing, comforting each other. Eventually, I helped Daniela over to the bathroom, where she and Terry shared a bath I gave them. I gave Daniela some Tylenol, dressed them in their swimsuits again, and spent the afternoon relaxing by and in the pool.
Don’t let anyone fool you, there is no such thing as pain-free pedophilia, at least not in my experience. Daniela didn’t return for the remainder of my winter break, and I didn’t see her again for 4 years.
I ran into her at our mutual relative’s barbecue. She was 14 then, and had grown into a tall, model-gorgeous young lady. We chatted amicably for a minute or two, then she made her excuses and left the party. For a long time I wondered how things might have turned out had I not lost control that day. My recent experience tells me it might not have been so different, one way or another, but that’s a story (and insight) for later in this narrative.