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 Author: SilleyRabbit
Title: Dear Sister
Part: Part 1
Keywords: Fb, bg, ped, exhib, mast
Summary: Faithfully copied here is one of a series of letters written
between sisters in the early years of the nineteenth century regarding the
sexual behaviors of their children.

   Dear Sister (Part 1) (Fb, bg, ped, mast, exhib) Comments? 
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   This is a work of fiction, depicting people who never existed and events
that never happened.  Nonetheless, it is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  Minors
and others who are prohibited from viewing sexually explicit material must
STOP READING HERE.

   Faithfully copied here is one of a series of letters written between
sisters in the early years of the nineteenth century regarding the sexual
behaviors of their children...

   Dear Sister, I must say that I am in awe of your patience and skill in
raising three young boys, and of course, your lovely daughter as well.  I
confess that I find my boy poses particular challenges against which my own
parenting skills have been insufficient.

   As you know, his father and I have always indulged our son in his
youthful desire to go about covered in nothing more than what the Holy
Father provided him.  We thought it a passing fancy and nothing more.  In
recent weeks, however, that which defines him as a member of the male
species has been standing straight, pointing in whichever direction he
faced.  At times it does so seemingly of its own accord.  Other times, it
has been kept so with vigorous rubbing by his own hand.

   At no time does it take note of the sensibilities of others.  A week
ago, we were paid a visit by the Reverend Father Michaels.  When my son
offered his hand in greeting, still warm from its rapid movement upon
himself, and presented in such a state that his seed might burst forth at
any moment, I was mortified.  The Reverend, gracious as always, said only
that a boy whose entire body points to the heavens gives tribute to God. 
My mortification turned to delight when the Reverend offered that my son
might be naturally suited for service as an altar boy, and that might serve
as a satisfying distraction.  Yet I fear that the boy might be challenged
to retain his vestments throughout an entire service.

   Even as I write this, the boy lies upon the floor with nothing upon him,
and his hand strays as if its action were not only enjoyable but also
compulsory.  His younger sister, your niece, now believes that this is the
normal and natural state for children and also sheds her clothing without a
second thought.  At first, she mimicked her brother moving her hand through
the air as he does.  Lacking substance upon which to move her hand, she
soon found the corresponding pleasure upon herself.  Her brother was of no
assistance in this, knowing only what brings pleasure to the sons of Adam.
But if his sister has not done so yet, I fear that she will soon offer him
a bite of the apple, and my children will have eaten from that forbidden
tree with no hope of a return to innocence.

   Dear Sister, I confess that I may have helped in this.  Just yesterday,
my children lay with their heads on my lap as we shared a bedtime story
together.  Soon, I felt the rhythmic movement of my son's head upon my lap,
and I heard his breaths grow shallow and rapid.  Presently (I confess that
I observed him with interest for a long while.), every fiber of his body
grew tense as several streams of that life-giving nectar completed their
journey from deep within him.

   Though her head nearly touched her brother's brown hair across my lap,
his sister toyed with her flower quite without regard to this distraction,
but in that moment I felt the same desire for my son that I feel for his
father.  Without a further thought, I lay my head upon him and took his
seed into my mouth, lapping all of it from every part of his young body.

   Please do not think less of me because of this.  I am certain that many
daughters will wish to do the same.  Am I not still our father's daughter
and a daughter of our Heavenly Father despite that I am also my son's
mother?  Is it wrong for a mother to have as her only desire her son's joy
and pleasure, born of love?

   I have spoken of this with my husband who suggested that tonight, I
should help my son bring his seed forth upon his sister so that my husband
might then taste it from her smooth, milky white skin.  So beware, Sister!
We have fallen upon the icy slope of depravity.  On your next visit, you
may find us animals, forsaken by God in our wanton pleasures of the flesh.

   But now I must complete this letter to you as my son's breaths grow
labored with his father's tongue upon him.  My daughter displays herself in
anticipation of what is to come.