MF, Fg, gg, mg, mmg, incest, anal. My name is David and I'm twenty-six and married to Jocelyn a wonderful woman who is twenty-four. We have a beautiful little girl called Sally who will be seven next week. I had intended to tell my wife about all of this but at the last minute I chickened out -- I couldn't do it. Instead I decided to write about it and let her read it. It's a true story about what happened to me from the age of seven to nine at the hands of my older sister Janet who was sixteen when it all started. I am writing it as if I was that age but of course back then I didn't know the correct terminology.
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Later I awoke with a start. Well all that only took a few seconds and I was instantly hard and throbbing once again. What a journey and I was ready to start all over again but instead gently woke them up and reluctantly urged them to go back to their room quietly. I suspect that they did not even notice my condition otherwise things could have been a lot different. The following week found my little sister in my bed every night between midnight and 4h
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I will be 51 years old in November of When I first sat to compose this story, I was enthused because I had found a forum to express my feelings, with other guys who will understand. The first memory I have of my condition was when I was just a kid. I was around 7 years old or so. My sister, 5 years older than me, and I were playing and somehow I pissed her off. She kicked me in the groin. Seeing the urethral opening red and sore, in my mind it was as if my sister had injured me. I remember thinking she had somehow maimed my penis and I ran to my mom because I was afraid and humiliated. For quite a while, I questioned in my mind if the kick from my sister had made my penis look like it did. Neither of my parents were well educated.
A light-hearted account of a younger sister's sexual development influenced by brother's Willy. Part 1: Innocent Curiosity. So much so that I would often let her have my favourite chocolate or biscuit when there was only one left. I was her hero. Even my parents acknowledged that.