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Finally, as she was getting ready to come, I grasped my cock near the base and jammed it in, counting on my hand to keep my cock from going too far. I pumped furiously, working her clit with my thumb as she began to come, for the first time screaming out as she climaxed. It was too much for me. A powerful orgasm ripped through my body, making me jam my cock in and out of her tiny pussy as hard and deep as I could, instantly filling my kid sister’s hole with my sperm, which shot out the sides with every inward stroke, as more and more semen shot out of me.
When I finally came down I looked down at what was simultaneously the sexiest and most revolting sight I have ever witnessed: my darling little sister lying in front of me, her naked body bathed in sweat, head lolling off to one side, semi-conscious with a look of confusion and satisfaction, terror and ecstasy on her beautiful face, her crotch covered in a disgusting mix of K-Y, semen, and blood, with my cock still proudly erect, purple and deformed, sticking out of her bruised and battered pussy.
I tenderly picked her up and took her to the bathroom. There, I ran a bath and held her as she sat on the toilet, keeping her from tipping over. I bathed her gently, kissing her and cooing softly. We dried off and went straight to bed after that, neither of us saying a word.
CHAPTER 6
The next day I awoke early, and spent the longest hour of my life waiting for her to wake up. When she finally did, it was in the same chirpy, happy mood she always exhibited. There was something else, though, something deeper, like a sense of profound satisfaction I perceived in her, a greater knowingness and a little less innocence. It may have been me, projecting my desired reaction onto her, but given my nervous state, I think if anything I would have projected negative emotions rather than positive.
I planned for us to have another normal day, and it certainly started out that way, but my sweet sister had other ideas. After lunch I asked where she wanted to go that day, and she replied that she didn’t want to go out, just stay in. I then asked her what she wanted to do, and she immediately piped up, "We could play married again." I was a bit surprised, and just to be sure I asked if she wanted to cook. Instead of answering, she just smiled at me coyly, while she walked up to me and grasped my cock through my underwear!
Dazzled, all I could think to do was to lower my shorts as my cock sprang to immediate attention. She took it in her right hand as she began lightly running her left index finger up and down my shaft. Then, without hesitation, she lowered her head and took my cock into her mouth!
I almost lost it then. Feeling the room sway, I gently pulled her off and sat on the living room couch, then pulled her back to me and kissed her on the lips. I lied back and spread my legs, giving her full access to my genitals. She smiled as she got on her knees, and proceeded to run her tongue all over my shaft and cockhead, stroking with both of her soft little hands. The realization began to sink in that she was really enjoying this. Whether or not I was taking advantage of her, abusing or molesting her, there was no doubt that she loved what we were doing together.
This realization thrilled me, and I began to have more confidence. No longer afraid of scaring her off, I asked her if she could lick my balls a bit, and she happily complied. Then, I showed her how to pull back my foreskin gently, and the feeling of her luscious tongue on my burning flesh was indescribable. Her little hands were not strong or large enough to give my thick cock a really good stroking, of course, so I told her to concentrate on the licking, as well as to rub herself "down there," while I stroked my cock with one hand and her cheek with the other.
A lingering remnant of caution made me warn her when I was about to come, but she just kept on swirling that little tongue of hers around my cockhead, inside her mouth. She didn’t stop when I came; even though she choked a little, she didn’t pull away. Even after I was done, she kept on sucking, so much so that it became painful to me as my cock shrank, and I had to ask her to stop.
She then looked up at me, her gorgeous face dripping with semen, a wonderful smile plastered on her face. Most of my come had spilled out the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin, onto my belly, but a little of it she must have swallowed. She licked her lips and a little more entered her mouth, and instead of spitting it out, she swallowed that too. The rest she smeared on her chest and belly, and though she did it to get it off her face and hands, like any kid would wife on her clothes, to me it looked incredibly sexy and provocative, and brought my dick back to life.
All this time she was smiling at me and giggling a little, somewhat abashed but mostly looking like she had gotten away with something. I picked her up and gave her a big kiss on the lips, ignoring the smell of my sperm. I turned her around and sat her darling little ass on my couch, then traveled down her body with my kisses until I landed squarely on her delicious little pussy. I didn’t play around this time, instead concentrating on getting her off quickly and neatly. This I accomplished, but when I looked up, I saw only a half-satisfied smile. I asked what was wrong, and she answered "You didn’t put your finger in." I’d avoided this because it had barely been 18 hours since I had almost torn her poor cunt to pieces, but her complaint heightened my arousal and increased my confidence.
I mock-apologized to her, then apologized directly to her pussy. She giggled at this, as I offered to correct my shortcoming and make amends. I began nibbling on her lips again, and using spit for lubrication, worked my finger into her tight hole. When it was finally all in and well-lubricated, I started running my finger in and out, pressing my fingertip up against her G-spot as my knuckle popped past her vaginal sphincter ring with each stroke. Her orgasm this time was much stronger than the previous one, but when I asked her how it was, she again only half-smiled. She said it was great, but could we do it again like last night?
I’ve been accused, quite fairly, of having to be knocked over the head, dragged to a woman’s cave, and repeatedly raped by her before I begin to think she might like me. Obviously, this denseness spilled over into other aspects of my sexual life. I finally, conclusively, lost any doubt that she really, really was enjoying herself and loved what we were doing as much as I did.
I took her back to the bedroom, pulled out my dildos and K-Y, and began to dilate her pussy. This time, I concentrated only on the dilation, and only when I got my cock inside her did I begin to stimulate her. As I fucked my sister openly and honestly for the first time in my life, I realized how incredibly lucky I was. Not only was she beautiful, sexy, and as sexual as I, but she was MY sister. Her attributes would have been lost on a less perverted brother than I, and I would have been either very frustrated or very much in trouble with a less sexually-hungry sister.
As I fucked her, I began to play with her position a little. Any stories you may have read about little children taking 9-inch cocks all the way are full of crap. My 7 average inches could not go much deeper than the cockhead before striking her cervix. A mature woman’s cervix may move a little out of the way and allow penetration all the way to the bottom of the vaginal canal, but this is not possible in a little child. After trying several positions, I finally got Terry on her knees and penetrated her doggy-style from behind. She was completely game for all of this, and when I told her to rub her own pussy because I was getting abdominal cramps from bending over and reaching around, she went straight to work.
As I said, this was our first real fuck, and I enjoyed every second of it. After several minutes of being careful, I grasped my shaft with my hand and her waist with the other, and I began to pound into her again as I had the previous afternoon. Within moments she began to come, and I quickly followed suit, pouring yet another load of incestuous sperm into my sister’s vagina. My cock barely shrank, though, and as I pulled out and saw my thick white semen pouring out of her distended little cunt, I immediately hardened and dove right back in. By the time I had climaxed again, Terry had come several times - I don’t remember exactly how many.
Exhausted, I lied down beside her, rubbing her pussy and smearing my semen all over her crotch, up onto her chest, and finally dipping my fingers in that mess and slipping them into her mouth, where she sucked on them eagerly. I managed to push myself up and straddled her face, dropping my limp, dripping cock into her mouth, and sighing with pleasure as she suckled on it like a babe on her mother’s teat. I looked behind me and saw that her little fingers were busily rubbing her clit. Sure enough, a short while later she came again, and her mouth finally released by penis, forming a big smile as she looked up at me adoringly.
We spent the remainder of the two weeks mostly indoors, experimenting with different sexual positions and games. By the end of the vacation, she could swallow almost all my come, and I rarely needed the dildos before fucking her pussy. I did make use of the smallest one in her ass a couple of times, but she was very sensitive and couldn’t come that way. Also, there was no way my cock was going to fit in her pussyhole with that dildo in her anus.
As I drove her back to my parent’s town, she cried a little. I told her I would visit frequently, and I kept my word. We were unable to have that same openness of course, but we had lots of oral and manual sex over the rest of the summer, and several times I managed to fuck her.
When summer ended, she left for South America with my parents, and I missed her terribly, counting the days until winter break. When the holidays finally did arrive, I left straight from my last final exam to the airport, and flew down to her waiting arms.
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.
CHAPTER 8
My sister and I again had ample opportunity to indulge ourselves during that break, and we never let a chance slip by. We had plenty of brother-sister activities to do when my family was around, so when we had time to ourselves we jumped right in and got down to the nitty-gritty. It amazed me how quickly she had become an almost fully-realized sexual being. I say almost because, to my knowledge, she had not pursued or engaged in sex with any other boys.
Wanting to explore the limits of her curiosity, I brought her over with her dog, a cute little ball of cotton and fluff. I played sexually with her while the dog jumped around, barking excitedly. When I started fucking my little sister from behind, the dog nearly lost its mind. At the right moment, I pulled away and positioned the dog in my place. Terry didn’t say a word as he jumped on, desperately trying to fuck his mistress. I reached down and grabbed a hold of his tiny, slimy cock, and pointed it right in her hole.
In a flash he drove it in to the hilt, and began furiously pummeling away like a squirrel on speed. He came quickly and pulled out, and I rolled Terry over, laughing out loud. She was completely surprised, but laughing herself. Then the dog leaned its cold snout in and began lapping at his own juices as they spilled out of her tender pussy. My sister loved it, and when he pulled away, she called after him to come back!
I couldn’t stop laughing as she chased the dog around the bedroom, catching it and dragging it back to bed, only to have him jump away again. Finally, I decided to give her a hand. I grabbed the little guy and held him firmly, turning him on his back. I then took Terry
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