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As you all know, my sister and I have fooled around - a lot. Equally, as you all know, lockdowns were strange things, and strange things happened.
Mum and dad became way more open about having sex, and didn’t care if we saw…or even watched. Dad fucked me on the tennis court. Mum knew (because I told her) and it was like she expected it.
I’m not a parent (despite trying twice now) but I do wonder what it’s like when your ‘baby’ grows a pair of tits and becomes sexual themselves. I remember distinctly dad being less generous and way more careful with his hugs. I felt hurt at first and didn’t understand why his level of affection towards me had changed so much. It took mum to explain that he was cuddling a young woman now, not a little girl anymore.
I adore my dad, as does Alison. Even so, what’s it like when your child becomes overtly sexual? From discussions I’ve had with TLC and Allan, there’s no doubt there’s a raging curiosity amongst guys about girls. It seems the moment we grow curves and tits, they start wondering about us. Both TLC and Allan admit to ‘experimenting’ (as they put it) with their sister’s panties. “You hear other guys talking about girl scent…and taste, and…well…you wonder, don’t you. You wonder if it’s true or all bullshit, and there, in front of you is a pair of panties.” So said Allan.
I used to be an avid listener to mum and dad having sex. I know for a fact that mum would start things off with a sexy conversation sometimes. And I know both Ali and I were the subject of that conversation now and then…especially when they were both feeling like something naughty, something forbidden. As they say, forbidden fruit tastes sweetest.
I remember the shock when mum started talking about my panties, and I realised she actually had them in there, but I also recall how that shock mutated to a feeling of tremendous power that my body, my scent was having such an impact.
I used to explore their room sometimes when I had the house to myself. I once found a used condom in the bin. I managed to undo it and poured the semen, or rather some of it onto my tummy. It felt cold, but this was cum, spunk, sperm, on me! And yes, that it was my dad’s added yet another layer to it. I found mum’s sex toys too. Some I didn’t understand at the time, like nipple clamps, but I knew what a vibrator looks like, and if I felt daring enough, sometimes I’d switch it on and put it on my panties. It never made me cum because I was way too scared to give in to an orgasm in mum’s bedroom, but wow….it felt amazing. And yes, that it had been between her legs, and probably in her also added something.
I can completely understand how, in our long-distant past, extended families living together in caves would have fucked. They wouldn’t have understood why this is a bad thing in terms of offspring, but I think it was absolutely common that one day, a growing girl would be noticed, and fucked…..by her uncle, her brother, maybe her dad.
I know for a fact both mum and dad have watched, and I mean the word watched, Ali and me have sex. There’s something amazingly powerful in holding their attention. Dad in particular was riveted in what we were doing with one another.
Even now, sometimes I live out ‘incest’ fantasies for and with Allan. He fantasises about his sister, and I fantasise about dad. Variety is certainly the key though, and I think that’s a good lesson for life too.
Emily and I are constantly looking for different things to do and surprising one another. Take the day before she left on her tour. We had both gone into the city to buy some things she needed. In a large and well-known clothing store she whispered to me that she was ‘commando’ under her dress, and that she wanted me to make her cum in the changing room. She then spent over an hour choosing items to try on. But the time we got in there, I could barely walk!
Worse….or better still, the changing cubicles only had a flimsy curtain. I couldn’t pin her against a wall as I wanted to, we would have been easily seen, not that that’s a problem for us. Instead, I knelt at her feet and licked her out. Emily, being the horny bitch she is waited until the point of orgasm before tugging the curtain a little and exposing us to the young girl opposite. We were both way too far gone to stop and since I was frigging myself off we both came at the same time.
Us humans are odd creatures. We find something as glorious as sex, and then put a shit-load of rules around why we can’t have it, or how it’s ‘sinful’, or some crap like that. Well, fuck that. It’s joyous, dark sometimes, and utterly beautiful.
My sexual palette is broad indeed. I haven’t yet found anything that I’ve refused to do at least once. I enjoy both light and dark fantasies, and I enjoy pain too. I would love Em to take me up to the witches circle one moonlit night, strip me naked, tie me to the rock and whip me up there before having me any way she wishes. I’d love to be used by a succession of men and women - properly gang banged. I’d like to be watched by teenagers - educating them on what real sex is and can be.
Liberated or perverted? You decide.
Mum and dad became way more open about having sex, and didn’t care if we saw…or even watched. Dad fucked me on the tennis court. Mum knew (because I told her) and it was like she expected it.
I’m not a parent (despite trying twice now) but I do wonder what it’s like when your ‘baby’ grows a pair of tits and becomes sexual themselves. I remember distinctly dad being less generous and way more careful with his hugs. I felt hurt at first and didn’t understand why his level of affection towards me had changed so much. It took mum to explain that he was cuddling a young woman now, not a little girl anymore.
I adore my dad, as does Alison. Even so, what’s it like when your child becomes overtly sexual? From discussions I’ve had with TLC and Allan, there’s no doubt there’s a raging curiosity amongst guys about girls. It seems the moment we grow curves and tits, they start wondering about us. Both TLC and Allan admit to ‘experimenting’ (as they put it) with their sister’s panties. “You hear other guys talking about girl scent…and taste, and…well…you wonder, don’t you. You wonder if it’s true or all bullshit, and there, in front of you is a pair of panties.” So said Allan.
I used to be an avid listener to mum and dad having sex. I know for a fact that mum would start things off with a sexy conversation sometimes. And I know both Ali and I were the subject of that conversation now and then…especially when they were both feeling like something naughty, something forbidden. As they say, forbidden fruit tastes sweetest.
I remember the shock when mum started talking about my panties, and I realised she actually had them in there, but I also recall how that shock mutated to a feeling of tremendous power that my body, my scent was having such an impact.
I used to explore their room sometimes when I had the house to myself. I once found a used condom in the bin. I managed to undo it and poured the semen, or rather some of it onto my tummy. It felt cold, but this was cum, spunk, sperm, on me! And yes, that it was my dad’s added yet another layer to it. I found mum’s sex toys too. Some I didn’t understand at the time, like nipple clamps, but I knew what a vibrator looks like, and if I felt daring enough, sometimes I’d switch it on and put it on my panties. It never made me cum because I was way too scared to give in to an orgasm in mum’s bedroom, but wow….it felt amazing. And yes, that it had been between her legs, and probably in her also added something.
I can completely understand how, in our long-distant past, extended families living together in caves would have fucked. They wouldn’t have understood why this is a bad thing in terms of offspring, but I think it was absolutely common that one day, a growing girl would be noticed, and fucked…..by her uncle, her brother, maybe her dad.
I know for a fact both mum and dad have watched, and I mean the word watched, Ali and me have sex. There’s something amazingly powerful in holding their attention. Dad in particular was riveted in what we were doing with one another.
Even now, sometimes I live out ‘incest’ fantasies for and with Allan. He fantasises about his sister, and I fantasise about dad. Variety is certainly the key though, and I think that’s a good lesson for life too.
Emily and I are constantly looking for different things to do and surprising one another. Take the day before she left on her tour. We had both gone into the city to buy some things she needed. In a large and well-known clothing store she whispered to me that she was ‘commando’ under her dress, and that she wanted me to make her cum in the changing room. She then spent over an hour choosing items to try on. But the time we got in there, I could barely walk!
Worse….or better still, the changing cubicles only had a flimsy curtain. I couldn’t pin her against a wall as I wanted to, we would have been easily seen, not that that’s a problem for us. Instead, I knelt at her feet and licked her out. Emily, being the horny bitch she is waited until the point of orgasm before tugging the curtain a little and exposing us to the young girl opposite. We were both way too far gone to stop and since I was frigging myself off we both came at the same time.
Us humans are odd creatures. We find something as glorious as sex, and then put a shit-load of rules around why we can’t have it, or how it’s ‘sinful’, or some crap like that. Well, fuck that. It’s joyous, dark sometimes, and utterly beautiful.
My sexual palette is broad indeed. I haven’t yet found anything that I’ve refused to do at least once. I enjoy both light and dark fantasies, and I enjoy pain too. I would love Em to take me up to the witches circle one moonlit night, strip me naked, tie me to the rock and whip me up there before having me any way she wishes. I’d love to be used by a succession of men and women - properly gang banged. I’d like to be watched by teenagers - educating them on what real sex is and can be.
Liberated or perverted? You decide.
