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Not Asking For It (mf, inc, cons, young)
by Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
Date: 5/27/99
Sometimes it seems to me that those people who write stories
about incestuous families have never lived in one; being like the
guys who write mind-control stories . . . just writing fantasies
about what they WISH such a life would be.
While I shared a bedroom (and yes a bed) with my big sister
Karen from the time I stopped wetting the bed and left the crib,
until she got married when I was 18, and she was 20, it wasn't
like those stories at all.
To hear those guys tell it, if you're sleeping with and
having sex with your own sister, life is just one big long happy
orgy. Har har.
Well, maybe it is for them; but it wasn't that way for me.
For the first 10 years of my life I never even noticed
anything different about my sister . . . except the fact that she
was a GIRL, and an older sister at that; and thus more of
somebody to fight with and be annoyed for trying to boss me
around, than any wet-dream. Understand that our relationship
was just what you'd expect from any normal brother and older
sister; with fights and warm family loving interspersed with just
plain boring living.
Sex? It was never mentioned. The only effect that sleeping
with my sister had, was giving me somebody warm to cuddle up to
on cold nights, and somebody to fight for the blankets with when
one or the other of us stole all of them during the night. I
doubt there was anything different between the two of us than if
we had been two brothers or two sisters sleeping in the same bed
instead of an older sister and (to her mind) bratty little
brother. Even the fact that we slept naked together during the
hot summers wasn't even noticed until a little after my 10th
birthday. So we saw each other naked every day . . . so what?
I never got turned-on seeing Karen naked; and I'm certain
she never saw me as a possible sex-partner either. At least, not
at first, not until she started getting interested in sex.
As I said, the first time I remember anything even remotely
sexual between the two of us was just shortly after my 10th
birthday. Mom and Dad had just given us both the usual talk
about sex, and how "someday" we would do it, interspersed with
warnings about "bad touch" and getting molested, and how one day
Karen would start having periods, and other things like that.
Boring stuff; but our parents wanted us to know and be prepared
for when we had our first sexual encounter, and not be hurt by
somebody taking advantage of either of us.
Karen and I managed somehow to listen gravely to this boring
lecture that Dad repeated almost every year; and that we'd heard
all about in sex-education classes anyway. Oh right . . . "Human
sexuality and reproduction" classes. They couldn't say "sex"
outright.
Karen and I fidgeted through the whole lecture; but managed
somehow to stay awake until Dad asked if we understood.
1
I don't know if it was Karen or I who nodded and asked with
a sigh, "Yes, Dad. Can we go now?" Both my big sister and I
were far more interested in getting back to whatever it was we
were doing, than in dry descriptions of how a man's penis went
into a woman's vagina, and how babies were made. Big deal. So a
man stuck his penis in a girl and squirted sperm inside her, and
9 months later they had a baby. So what?
If it seems that my sister and I weren't paying attention to
what Dad told us, then I guess I've given the wrong impression.
We paid attention all right; but the information wasn't new, and
didn't interest us much.
That night though, as Karen flipped back the covers to climb
in bed with me, she looked at the half-hard semi-erection I had
gotten from the stimulation of having the covers rubbing against
my bare "pee-wee", and giggled.
"So that's the thing that makes babies," she snickered;
giving it a flip with her finger.
"Yeah," I said; giggling myself. I reached down and waved
it a little; not really jacking off, (not knowing how) but more
like just playing with it. "I guess so," I added.
We both giggled again, and turned over to go to sleep.
That night it took about 10 minutes for me to fall asleep
after Karen did, as the feel of her soft skin rubbing against my
half-hard peter almost made it ache for a while. It wasn't until
over 3 years later that I fully realized just what my body had
wanted, even then at only 10 years old.
It was about a year later that Karen started dating; and
probably 6 months after that when I figure she first lost her
virginity to Marvin. Two weeks after her first real sex, I ended
up cuddled up next to my big sister, while she sobbed endlessly
on my shoulders. It seems the clod only wanted to get in Karen's
pants and be the one to take her virginity. After that, he told
her to get lost . . . he wasn't dating no babies; and certainly
not going steady with a girl two years younger than he was. He
wanted a real WOMAN, not a kid!
Shit . . . if I had been a
little older, I would have killed him for treating my sister
like that. As it was, the older jock scared me half to death.
The funny thing was, about 5 years later Marvin put the make on
my big sister . . . with the body she had developed by then, he
sure didn't see anything wrong with her then.
After losing her virginity, I think it took almost a year
before Karen was having regular sex with whoever it was she was
going out with. For sure she was a changed girl; from being
infatuated with one guy, my big sister had a regular array of
boys parading in and out of the house (and yes, our bedroom too).
2
A couple of times Karen even shooed me out of our bedroom
for up to an hour, while she and whichever one of the guys she
was dating kept the door closed . . . sometimes for up to an
hour. I don't think they were just kissing and cuddling either.
No, I never peeked on Karen, or ratted on her to our parents
about what she and her boyfriends were doing in our room. While
Karen and I had our ins and outs, we both respected each other's
privacy when the other one asked for it . . . which wasn't very
often. Once when she caught Danny and me jacking off . . . but
that's another story.
So, no. I didn't get my big sister's "cherry".
Well, not exactly anyway. I had just managed
to get my swollen peter in the tight little slit of one of the
Garson twins, when we heard their parents coming back. After
that time, both girls never would let me go further than feeling
up under their dresses, with my hands OUTSIDE their panties.
Just about the time it looked like I might "score" for real, the
Garson's moved away; and I never did get to find out what it
would be like to really fuck the twins.
If you don't count that, where I barely got it in, and never
came, I was still a virgin almost two years later when Karen DID
get my virginity.
I WAS starting to get incredibly horny. Up to then, I'd never had a
climax (though I had a vague idea what it was). No, not even with
my own hand. While I HAD masturbated several times, it was not
to orgasm (not even knowing what that was completely); just using
my hand to stimulate myself until I was satisfied without ever
cumming.
I guess the stimulation of my hand just wasn't as satisfying
as the inside of a girl's vagina. Or maybe I just wasn't ready
yet . . . horny as I was getting.
Strangely enough, neither my sister nor I even thought about
"using" each other to scratch the itch between our legs; even
though we had several conversations about the girls I was going
with, and the guys my sister was dating. I guess when you live
(and sleep) with your sister all your life, you just don't SEE
her as a possible sex-partner.
Until one night when Karen was between boyfriends, and I
rolled over next to her with a hard-on. I never asked my sister
if I could fuck her, or stick my prick up inside her
slippery tunnel, and neither did she; but within seconds we were
fucking as if we had been doing it for years, and when I came in
thick satisfying spurts of cum inside my sister, I had
finally truly lost my virginity.
3
I felt the incredibly satisfying surge of release, as my
prostate emptied itself into my sister. The fantastic pleasure
of feeling thick liquid waves of emission rippling through my
penis for the first time, was something I'll never forget. I'm
probably the only man in the world who had his first orgasm in
his own sister, at the same time he lost his virginity.
Well . . . thinking about what happened today . . . maybe
the first of only two people who ever did that. Yes, I had my
first climax ever, the first time I fucked anybody properly; and
the fact that it was Karen who relieved me of my virginity
at the same time I "got off" for the first time, will make me
forever grateful to her.
I love my
sister. Oh not as a lover or wife . . . we never truly were
lovers in THAT sense, even though we had sex almost every other
night (and sometimes far more often after that first time). No, the sex was far more a
brother/sister thing, where Karen "helped out" her horny little
brother when he needed sex, while I similarly helped my big
sister out when one of her dates went sour, or she just happened
to be feeling particularly horny. It wasn't a torrid love-affair
like Karen has with her husband, or that I now have with my wife,
but just two siblings who were willing to relieve the sexual
frustrations of the other; more like friends looking out for each
other than two frantically rutting teenagers in love.
Oh we did our share of rutting . . . some weekends going
four or even five times without even getting out of bed. It's
just that we did it for fun, and because we liked each other, not
because we felt any incredible need for each other's company like
I do with my wife. Sex was just something we did when either of
us needed it; not something that tied us together like lovers, or
husband and wife.
It wasn't until I had my first real girlfriend
that I knew what sexual-love was, versus the friendly sibling-
love that Karen and I shared. Strangely, for all that, I never
did get in . . . what was her name? . . . Joanie's tight little
panties, though we felt and held and kissed each other enough.
In fact, it wasn't until my third girlfriend that I actually
fucked anybody besides my own sister . . . and then it was a "big
deal" sort of thing. By the time I met Linda however, I was
getting sex regularly from almost every girl I dated; and she was
no different in THAT matter; though she was far different in
others. Sex was (and is) fun with Linda; but it's HER that turns
mere sex and/or cuddling into loving and caring. Thank you Karen
again, for teaching me the difference between having sex and
love. Having sex is fun. Having sex is even wonderful. The
worst sex I ever had was better than the best of times when I
didn't have sex.
4
Only sex isn't love. While I would miss having sex
terribly, it's nothing to the grief and loss I'd feel if I didn't
have my wife to cuddle up to whenever I needed it. Sleeping with
Linda, even when we don't have sex, is the one thing that makes
life really not just bearable, but worth while. Add to that two
lovely kids that are part and parcel of both of us, and being
married to someone like Linda is what life is for.
I like my big sister, and would probably do anything for her
that I could. I love my wife though; and would gladly put my
life in jeopardy to protect her from any pain.
My sister taught me about sex and love between siblings,
while my wife taught me what true passionate erotic lovers are.
Thank you Linda, and thank you Karen for showing me both and the
difference between them.
I remember saying, "Thanks Sis," to Karen, and her replying
something like "Thank YOU, Little Brother," before we both turned
over and went to sleep with my big sister's hand wrapped around
my slowly wilting prick; both of us ignoring the thick white cum
dribbling out of the tip and oozing from her vagina in matching
drools.
After that, it was about every two or three days we had sex.
Neither one of us ever asked the other if we could; we just DID
it. It was always obvious that I wanted it each time (from my
erection) and Karen seemed to be as eager as I was. I certainly
never had the slightest difficulty getting inside her from either
her objecting, or even lack of lubrication on her part.
No, having sex with my sister was NOT one big family orgy,
either. For one thing, it was only her and me. While now I
wonder about Dad and Mom putting their two kids of opposite-sex
in the same bed, naked, from the time they were toddlers, neither
parent has expressed the slightest interest in molesting either
of us . . . or even in what we did in that bed over those years
together.
As I said, it was NOT one big orgy, even for the two of us.
About every two days or so my big sister would relieve my aching
balls; while I would scratch the itch my big sister had when SHE
got horny without a current boyfriend. Oh, ONCE in a while we
got carried away. I remember one weekend I fucked Karen almost 6
times; starting with two go-arounds in the morning; and finishing
with me ejaculating inside her without pulling out after
squirting inside her 10 minutes earlier, at about 7:00 PM that
night.
But occasions like that were RARE indeed. Mostly we just
relieved the sexual tension the other felt, whenever either of us
needed it. After getting laid (properly) for the first time,
suddenly it wasn't all that hard for me to get girlfriends any
more; and by the time my birthday rolled around I was getting
laid almost as often as my big sister was. After a while we
started comparing notes on sexual techniques; with me getting big
laughs sometimes as my sister showed me what SOME kids thought
were advanced techniques in lovemaking. <Giggle.> We had fun.
5
And that was all it mainly was . . . fun. Karen and I never
"fell in love" with each other . . . we were just convenient
bodies to use when one or the other of us needed to get laid.
Never once did my sister turn me down after that first time; and
never once did I even think of refusing her when she needed it.
As for what we did . . . it was just fuck; nothing fancy. No
anal sex, no blow-jobs or cunnilingus (except once or twice when
demonstrating what either one of the girls, or one of Karen's
boyfriends had taught us).
We didn't even kiss until almost a year after we started
having sex together (outside of normal brother/sister kisses)
until Karen decided to practice kissing (using her tongue) with
me one time.
I KNOW our parents knew what was going on between us, but
Mom and Dad never said a word . . . not even when they saw us
both in bed, naked as the day we were born, fucking "missionary"
style, with the door wide open. And strangely, we never felt the
slightest inclination to hide what we were doing from them.
Years later I asked Mom why she and Dad never said a word
when they saw me having full unprotected vaginal intercourse with
my own sister. Why they at least hadn't put Karen on the pill,
or made me use prophylactics when we had sex together.
Mom grinned, replied, "You never asked for any," and that
was all she would say.
Which brings up the other thing about incestual sex that
seems so Bullshit to me . . . pregnancy.
My big sister and I had full unprotected vaginal
intercourse, from the time I was 13, until she got married and
left when I was 18. In the entire time (slightly over five and a
half years) we never took precautions, I never pulled out, and
Karen never got pregnant. And yes, we both knew full well the
chances we were taking; but it just never seemed to bother us. I
know that if Karen had objected I would have used rubbers or
pulled out as she decided she wanted me to; and if I had been
scared, Karen would have gone on the pill, or used a diaphragm or
whatever. Only it just didn't seem to matter to either of us.
If Karen had showed up with a big belly, then neither of us would
have been devastated by the news. If she didn't get pregnant,
then no big deal either. We weren't TRYING to make a baby . . .
we just weren't trying NOT to make a baby either. If we had a
kid together, so what? We would both love it. If not, then we
weren't in love with each other, so so what? Since our parents
didn't seem to mind our having unprotected sex together, it
didn't bother us.
Unlike most kids (I understand) I never had to go without
sex in that horrible period between budding teenager and grown
man. In fact, I never even realized fully what most boys go
through, and why so many will do anything to "get in a girl's
pants," even getting married if necessary, just to get laid.
Neither did Karen.
6
Karen and I never talked about the sex we had together; and
I'm fairly sure she never told her husband . . . though what Mark
thought the first time he saw my big sister's bedroom, and found
out she shared it with her little brother, I'll never know. I
know he knows NOW; but has never said a word to me about the
affair my sister and I had right up to the time they got married.
Uhuh. Right up to the night before the wedding, Karen and I
kept right on "doing our thing" almost every night . . .
including the night before the wedding; where I left two last
loads of incestuous cum inside my sister's vagina before we went
to sleep that night. I woke up in the morning of the wedding,
too late for us to do it again . . . though I could tell Karen
was tempted.
It wasn't until Karen and Mark had left on their honeymoon,
and I was left to sleep alone for the first time, that I realized
what I had lost. Up until then, I had just shared my sister's
excitement at her finding the right guy to marry, without ever
realizing what her leaving would mean to ME.
Karen got a real nice guy to snuggle up to and have sex with
that night; while I, for almost the first time in my entire life,
snuggled up to a cold unfeeling pillow and cried my horny body to
sleep. My search for a decent girl to marry became almost
frantic for about three months until I met Jenny. Then we had a
torrid affair for about a month before I met the next one. Over
the next two years I had almost as many girlfriends as my sister
had boyfriends when SHE was dating.
Even with girlfriends, it was just not the same to have sex
with them, as to cuddle up to my big sister in the middle of the
night; and to have sex available whenever I needed it. Just not
the same.
So, when I finally found a girl that reminded me of my big
sister, (wouldn't you believe it, but a younger cousin I had
ignored as a "snot-nosed little brat" almost two years younger
than I was) I asked her to marry me not two weeks after we first
started dating and having sex together.
Now I have someone to snuggle up to at nights again; and
Linda and I have more sex now than we did when we first got
married. Who says having an incestuous relationship with your
own sister will fuck you up for life? Neither Karen nor I ever
had any problems with it . . . either during the time we slept
together, nor with our families afterwards. Our families are
perfectly normal. Well . . . almost.
It's been almost 15 years since I married Linda; and our
families are quite close (both in distance . . . houses right
next to each other, and in relationship. No, Karen and I do NOT
have sex together). So the other day I was visiting Karen when
she had to make a run. Not feeling inclined to go home, I had
just settled down watching TV in her living-room (as often
happened even when she came to visit me) when the kids came
boiling into the house. Her kids, that is. Mine had obviously
headed for our house to pick up towels too. It was summertime,
and all 5 kids were out of school.
7
Danielle came slamming inside first. As the youngest of my
sister's three kids, she is the one who looks most like it could
have been me who knocked her mother up in those days we shared a
bed together. Not a chance though; as neither of us had shared a
bed since she got married. Still, at 6 years old, the first-
grader was incredibly cute, with brown hair and blue eyes that
matched mine to a "T". Of all my nieces and nephews, Danielle
is definitely my favorite.
The youngster's mad scramble to be first in the bedroom was
followed by a double-slam of the door, as the girl's two older
siblings tore through the house towards their bedroom. All three
kids barely acknowledged my presence with a smile and wave before
vanishing into their bedroom where I heard the usual bantering of
three kids over priorities.
"I'm first!" yelled Danny.
"Hey! You're always first . . . that's not fair," objected
his 12-year-old little brother.
"Sorry Kid, but that's the breaks . . . You'll just have to
learn to speak up faster, twerp," responded the 15-year-old, good
naturedly,
"I'm NOT a 'twerp'," objected the younger boy; before
relative silence descended.
I turned off the boring golf-tournament; and picked up the
paper to read the sports. It seems the Twins were getting a new
player in return for cash and a minor-leaguer. I hoped this
would turn out better than the last trade they had made.
My concentration on the manager's opinions of the new player
was disturbed by a rhythmic sound coming from down the hall. The
rhythmic "creak, creak, creak" of bedsprings at that
characteristic tempo usually meant only one thing. I just HAD to
go see.
Walking quietly down the hall, I peered into the children's
bedroom. The door was open, and I could see clearly the oldest
boy's body making copulating motions into the bed, while his
little brother looked on impatiently. It was only after the
older boy took three long strokes into her, that I made out
Danielle underneath her big brother; as the child's legs wrapped
around the older boy, and her long brown hair making a fetching
frame on the bed were the only visible parts of the pre-pubescent
little girl getting fucked royally by her 15-year-old brother.
Tom looked up at me, but didn't say a word; then returned
his attention to the erotic dance going on between his older
brother and little sister. I could tell the youngster was
impatiently waiting for "his turn"; but didn't want to slow up
his older brother by saying anything.
All three kids were stark naked; and this was obviously NOT
the first time they had had sex together. Not only wasn't the
little girl whimpering with pain at her first fuck; but the
youngster was fucking back at the older boy. The mewls of "oh
please," coming from the child's lips was NOT those of a child
being roughly molested, but the pleas of a little girl who wanted
desperately to feel even more of the exquisite pleasures that sex
brings.
8
Shortly the mad slamming of the older boy into his little
sister became a heavy shuddering, as the teenager pushed up as
hard into the little girl as he could; while I swear I could see
thick ripples of cum bulging through the thick penis splitting
the little girl's sex as I looked closer.
"Oh, oh, OH!" groaned the older boy, as he released himself
into his little sister. The knowledge the teenager was emptying
his prostate into the 6-year-old's body was incredibly erotic.
Shudders and grunts as my nephew ejaculated wad after wad of
incestuous cum in the little girl just emphasized the sexy
eroticism of a teenaged boy having full unprotected vaginal
intercourse with a child barely old enough to enter the first
grade. Knowing the youngster straining underneath the older boy
was his own little sister just added to the provocative and
arousing display of a boy fucking and cumming inside a little
girl that young, with no condoms, pills, or diaphragms separating
the boy's lusty seed from seeping into the child's womb. That
the 6-year-old was too young to get pregnant yet, did little to
subtract from the eroticism of a teenager fucking a little girl
not half his age; squirting incestuous seed in his own little
sister as if he was trying to get the child pregnant with his
baby before she even started the second grade.
The younger boy stood patiently waiting; idly stroking his
swollen prick while he waited for "his turn" and his big brother
to finish mating with their little sister, so he could breed the
little girl once their brother had finished cumming in her.
I had to leave, before I got so aroused I found myself
stripping off MY clothes and joining the two boys in fucking the
little girl . . . If for no other reason than I'm a full grown
man; while the boys are just teenagers.
No, I didn't want to even THINK of molesting my cute little
niece.
It was hard to think of anything else though, as I settled
down with the newspaper and heard one boy padding down the hall
to the bedroom; while the steady "creak, creak, creak" left no
doubt about what the boy's younger brother was doing after he
finished. The rising wail of a little girl reaching orgasm just
added to the heavy atmosphere of sex that pervaded the house.
After an unmistakable "Oh, oh, OH!" that echoed his big
brother's earlier exclamations, the sounds coming from the hall
died down to rustlings and then two people making trips to the
bathroom, before the older boy appeared, still naked, with a
towel in his hand, heading for the door. "I'm first," he
repeated his earlier claim, as the slam of the screen-door shut
off his remark. The slam caused by his younger brother following
him barely covered up the "Hey!" of the 12-year-old.
Danielle took a little longer; but soon appeared, also
clutching a towel, and also completely naked. Glancing at me,
the little girl paused before dashing after her big brothers.
"Uncle Mike?" she asked; looking the very image of innocent
little girl . . . except for a sliding smear of liquid running
down her right thigh, "We're going swimming . . . would you like
to come too?"
I shook my head; not daring to speak.
9
"No, your Uncle Mike is busy right now," said Karen; coming
up behind her precocious daughter and giving the youngster a
loving swat on her bare bottom. "Now you get out there with your
big brothers . . . I'll take care of your uncle, OK?"
"OK, Momma." The child's voice was clear as a bell, and
twice as sweet.
"Oh poor little brother's got a 'problem'," cooed Karen;
looking pointedly down at the lump in my lap. Damn! It was
obvious that her little girl had seen my erection; and what the
child had been offering. I shuddered at the very thought. Six
years old? Damn. I hadn't even known sex existed until almost 4
years later. Kids these days.
"Kids," Karen echoed my thought with a laugh, "you've gotta'
love 'em."
This brought on a laugh by both of us at the semi-
intentional pun.
"Well, Little Brother," said Karen; looking pointedly at my
lap, "Do you need my help; or do you think you can handle that
problem yourself?"
I HAD to laugh at that. "I'm OK," I grinned back. Somehow
I was sure that the long period without sex from my big sister
was going to end fairly soon; and the next time she offered, I
wasn't going to refuse.
I got up to give Karen a kiss before leaving; and for the
first time she kissed me like I have never kissed anyone but my
wife, with full open-mouth and tongue licking tongue. I gave as
good as I got.
Yes, a VERY short time left indeed.
Getting home that afternoon, I was telling Linda about what
I saw the three kids doing that afternoon, and how surprised I
was that the little girl actually seemed to enjoy sex with her
big brothers as much as they did, when my daughter piped up
behind me, "Oh they do that all the time." I hadn't even noticed
Mary and Danny coming in . . . not that I would have stopped
talking about what their cousins were doing if I had known they
were there. I raised an eyebrow to encourage my 12-year-old
daughter to continue.
"Dan and I think Danielle has been fucking both boys since
she was five . . . or even younger," expounded the budding pre-
teen. "For sure she's been getting both boys off since long
before that. I understand it's almost a constant orgy in their
room every night."
Her older brother nodded agreement.
I looked at my two children. At 12 years old, Mary was the
very image of "nubile young girl"; with budding mounds of firm
flesh topping her chest, and swelling hips that emphasized the
fact that the space between them was widening in womanhood for
childbearing. Even her smiling face looked more like that of a
woman than a child, and the sway of her hips and long legs just
emphasized her ripening fertility. If Mary had any boyfriends
yet, I would have probably had her on the pill months earlier;
but as long as the only boys she was seeing were her cousins and
brother, I wasn't worried.
10
Yes, honestly! Even with the barely pre-teen girl sleeping
naked with her big brother every night, and the obvious sexual
relations her cousins were having with their little sister, I
wasn't any more worried about my daughter than my sister and I
had been at the same age. If one day her tummy started getting
big, then so what? It's not as if whichever or the three boys
who fathered a child on her wouldn't love both the baby and his
sister or cousin (unlike the case if he was merely a boyfriend).
Actually, the idea of my daughter carrying her big brother's
baby in that cute little tummy of hers had a fair amount of
appeal. As long as neither kid minded, why not? It sure
wouldn't hurt anything. While Mary was almost beautiful (and WAS
beautiful to me; but I'm prejudiced, being her father) and the
idea of her beautifully swollen with her own brother's child made
a heartwarming image, Dan, on the other hand, was getting to be
quite a handsome young boy (man) at 14; reminding me all too well
of the horny kid I had been at the same age. Why either of the
two kids were still virgins, I had no idea. My wife and I had
certainly made no secrets about sex or where babies come from;
and never even thought of closing the bedroom door, even (or
especially) when we had sex. If either or both of the kids ever
wanted to watch, they did.
I was puzzled. If both kids knew their cousins were fucking
up a storm, why weren't they? Mary has been sleeping naked in
the same bed with her big brother since she stopped wetting the
bed, and we moved her out of the crib and into his room. While
we never specifically told them to have sex, I had really
expected it to happen before now, just like it had happened
between me and my big sister.
Only I knew (believe me I KNEW) that both kids were still
virgins. WHY they were still virgins, I couldn't figure
out . . . especially with the example of their cousins fucking
around for over a year now (if I was to believe my daughter and I
did) as an example. I just had to ask; curiosity was killing me.
"If that's the case, and neither of you seem to see anything
wrong with Danielle fucking her own brothers like that, then why
aren't YOU two kids fucking like your cousins are?" I asked. "Is
it that you don't like sex, or each other, or what?"
"Huh?" replied both kids seeming to be astonished at the
very idea of fucking each other; as if the idea of having sex
together had never occurred to either of them.
"He never asked me!"
"She never asked me!"