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Incest Pic free sex storyOur parents weren't home a lot. They played cards with friends or whatever,
I don't know, but they were gone quite often. Plus our house at the time was
such that our parents' room was in the very front of the house, and our
rooms were in an addition that had built onto the back of the house.
One night there was a very bad storm. I'm not sure exactly what age I was. I
think I was probably fourteen, but I may have been thirteen and I may have
even been fifteen. I think my mind is purposely fuzzy on this because of the
events that took place.
I was the oldest. My brothers are twins, fourteen months younger than me.
They were born premature. I’ll call them Joe and Moe for purposes of this
story, though those are not their real names.
The first thing you have to realize is that years earlier, when I was nine
at the oldest, my brothers and I used to play this "game." This occurred
shortly after the Mexican boys had sex with me (another story). Anyway, my
brothers had bunk beds. At the time I wore these ridiculous little girl
nighties that had matching panties (but they were a little "fluffy" and did
not look like panties). The first time I remember this happening was when we
were playing "Pirate." They were the pirates and I was the girl that always
got captured by the Pirates. At some point I was on the top bunk and they
were on the bottom and I began slipping down between the wall and the bed.
So my legs were hanging down and the rest of me was on the top. They grabbed
ahold of my legs and tried to pull me down, and I tried to stay on top to
avoid being "captured."
It was like when those Mexican boys felt me up, telling me it was a "game."
It felt good. I liked having their hands on my legs. So I really struggled
to stay up in order to prolong it. As I slipped lower and lower, their hands
got all over me even higher. It was wonderful.
So I wanted to play this game again, and we did it a few times, with
different variations. One variation was "beauty contest." In this one I hung
my legs down and they judged if I had the most beautiful legs or not. Of
course, there were no other contestants. As part of being judges, they got
to feel and touch my legs. I don't know whose idea was what. It all seemed
very innocent to us...at least to me. And it felt good. Finally, it
developed so they got to touch whatever part of me was below the level of
the bed. I remember at one point having my hands splayed out across Moe’s
bed with only my head, shoulders and arms out of reach.
Then that stopped.
The reason I can remember what age I was then was because I remember where
we lived at the time. The reason I cannot remember my exact age for the
other is that we lived in that same house for quite awhile.
Years later:
It was a “dark and stormy night” with lightning and thunder and our parents
were not at home. Suddenly, I woke up and the door to my bedroom was open
with Joe standing in the doorway wearing a white t-shirt and briefs.
Immediately, I knew what he was there for, but neither of us spoke. I wanted
to give him a reason, so I asked if he was scared. He wasn't really scared,
but he said, "Yes." I asked him if he would feel better if he got in bed
with me for awhile.
He got in bed with me for awhile.
At the time I had a very narrow bed and we were right next to each other. I
waited and waited and nothing happened, so I pretended to be asleep. Nothing
happened. I knew he wanted to and could not understand why he did not touch
me. I snuggled up against him as if asleep and still nothing happened.
Finally, I reached down between my legs and pulled my panties down so that
they came down in behind. Then when I pushed up against him, as if in my
sleep, part of my bare rear rubbed against his thigh.
Then he began to check if I was awake. He called my name. I did not answer.
He pushed me. I did not rouse. After a little while, he began to touch me.
It was simply glorious. I don't know for how long, but he pulled my panties
down and touched me all over. Felt me all over.
The next night he came in after he thought I was asleep. Whether I was or
not when he first came in, I was awake soon after, but never let on that I
was awake. My brother Moe was with him and they both felt me up.
This continued every night for awhile. At first they just reached inside my
panties and up beneath my top, though I barely had breasts at the time.
Then they began pulling my panties down partway and pulled them back up
before they left. Then they began taking them all the way off. I really
loved the feeling as they were sliding my panties up and down. Then they
would just take them off and wouldn’t even bother putting them back on. I
was so disappointed the first time that happened. I felt cheated.
Sometimes they would lose interest. In order to get them interested again I
would sometimes pretend to be taking a nap on the couch after school. I
would allow my skirt to ride up, of course, so my panties would show. It
was sort of like “bait.” It always worked and they would become interested
again for awhile.
At some point…I’m not sure exactly when…they told me what they were doing.
They told me they were feeling me up at night. Of course, I had to deny
that they were doing any such thing. It was partly to pretend I had no
knowledge of what they were doing, and partly so they would do it some more.
They asked if I hadn’t wondered why I sometimes woke up without my panties
on. I said I probably did it in my sleep. They said they would prove it to
me.
That night they came in, pulled my panties off and put them on my head.
That’s all they did. Nothing else. They didn’t even feel me up. Once
again I felt cheated. But I also felt kind of humiliated, too. It was a
weird kind of thrill.
The next day I had to admit that they were doing what they said they were
doing. What they wanted then was to do it when I was awake. I had to say,
“No.” I felt like I couldn’t admit that I liked it. However, I did let
them talk me into a “game.” It was called “hide and seek.” One brother
would take a dime and hide it somewhere on my person and the other brother
would look for it. Then they would switch. It was just another way to get
to feel me up. They knew it. I knew it. They liked it. I liked it. But
the excuse somehow made it seem okay.
That re-established their interest in me at night, too. Then one night Moe
said, “You know she’s not asleep.”
I was in shock. I had no idea what to do. I had thought I had them both
completely fooled all this time.
Then Joe said, “I know.”
I don’t think he knew until that moment, but he couldn’t appear to be stupid
in front of Moe. I don’t know how long Moe had known, either.
Yet there was nothing I could do. I had to continue pretending to be
asleep. To let on I had been awake all this time would have not only let
them know I liked it, but also that I had done much to instigate it. So
even though they knew I was really awake, I continued to pretend as if I was
asleep.
This was fun for them, because it meant they could do whatever they wanted.
They would roll me over, pinch me, put fingers in me, put their dicks in my
mouth, and they even fucked me in both the pussy and the ass while I just
laid there, unmoving. I didn’t especially like any of it. What I liked was
when they touched me. I really didn’t like when Joe put his cock in my
mouth the first time. I thought it was dirty. I tired to keep my mouth
closed. He pulled it open and moved it around inside.
Then one night everything changed.
Joe came in one night and put his dick in my mouth, then said, “Suck.”
I didn’t do anything.
“Suck,” he said, “or I’ll tell.”
My mind raced frantically. Joe was the favorite in the family. I was the
oldest. Yet I could make an argument that it was all at their initiation.
I hesitated.
“I’ll tell.”
I began to suck him.
>From then on, things were different. Mostly they wanted me to suck them
after that. I did it when they watched television or pretty much whenever
they wanted. That is how it went for awhile. Then there was another
development.
You see, I still liked them to touch and feel me, except they didn’t do it
much anymore. One day I asked them to. They said, “no.” So I offered to
do something for them. It really wasn’t much of an offer anymore, because
they could pretty much do whatever they wanted anyway. They suggested,
though, that if I took off my clothes they would think about it. So I took
off my clothes and asked again. They made me say, “Please.” When I did,
they still wouldn’t do it. They made me say, “Pretty please.” So I did.
They still said, “no.” It went on from there. I offered to touch them.
They liked that, too. But still they said, “no.” I said I would do it for
twice as long as they did me. “No.” I worked up to five times as long.
Each. “No.”
It was embarrassing pleading like this, but for some reason I could not
stop. It was like I got excited by begging for it. Then I said I would
give them blowjobs, which I still had not learned to like doing. “No.” I
said they could fuck me. “No.” It was when I offered to lick them that Joe
kind of started to pay attention.
He said if I would lick the crack of his ass one hundred times, he would do
it.
I did not want to do that, but after awhile I agreed.
He said I had to lick it “good.” If I didn’t, he would start counting over
again, beginning at one. When I began to lick, I did not lick it “good.” I
thought I was getting away with it at about number five when he made me
start over. I only got to about three the second time before I had to start
over. Then I began to lick it like he wanted. I made sure my tongue slid
across his asshole.
That is when the dirty stuff started. Mostly it was with Joe. I had to
lick him everywhere from head to toe sometimes. Sometimes he wanted me to
“french kiss” his asshole. We were young and did not know all the words for
these things. Sometimes they made me lay on the floor naked and they had
spitting contests, using different parts of my body as targets. Joe would
make me stick these little stick candy things inside my my pussy and then in
my mouth. Then he would make me put them in my ass before making me put
them in my mouth. Joe would like me to lick weird things, like doorknobs
and the floor.
Then one night they had a different idea. It was dark outside and our
parents weren’t home again, and they wanted me to take off all my clothes
and go out into the back yard. They watched from the back yard and gave me
directions. “Run around that tree,” and things like that. Then they came
outside, wearing t-shirts and briefs. They told me to get on my knees, so I
knew I would be giving them blowjobs again, only outside this time.
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