When we were younger, one of the things that most...usIt used to be fun playing with Mom and Dad, or at the little house, with my sister. Bah, better said 'I' liked playing, she only accepted it and accompanied me. Remember, those who follow my stories, specifically the story about my sister that,We would accompany each other to the bathroom, sinceIn a first moment, when it was being builtOur family home, the bathroom had been left outside, far away at the bottom of the land.
For if it needs clarifying, it was because we were in a neighborhood.New, like a peacock.blacks and sparsely populated yet, we were kids and had fear. That made us closer and intimate.Closet friends, that is to say, both of us were leaving the door open for seeing each other and feelingmore secure with the other's presenceThat and the little, almost null socialization with others outside of the family,made us rare.
So then arriving at an age and after playing all known games, and exploring as much as possible the surroundings ofOur dwelling, majority of usnude campsite, with vast meadows, or moorBefore, with vegetation and trees, we opted to stayWe almost got itEnterwaves inOur piece (that's what we call)Our room) or failing that, despite the fact that we both preferred it, the bedroomOur fathers, doWhere you could find the big bed, with two seats and it would stretch out.aWe're in her and we roll around.We're going to our broads.
So my sister was turning into the mom, I into the dad, and so she wouldn't complain and accept, I incorporated, added to my regret, the cousins (some) and the little friends (few), likeIn the children of that family we 'invented', but as we were growing up and realizing what our parents were doing when they were alone in their bedroom, we started to imitate them.
When the dad would arrive home tired from work, 'I' and 'she', mom, and if there were kids at that moment, I'd send them out to play in the street.
So we would recline on the 'big bed' itself and start touching and kissing each other, just like our respective parents used to do.
At the point that I even got to penetrate him already outside his tight butt, or put it between the folds of his wet asshole.
Until one day, the son of the great slut ofourMy cousin told my parents on his parents because he was the biggest onendejI didn't let him be a dad.
Of course a scandal was stirred up.
We kept growing, and after I finished my studies, and even got married, but after some time of being married, I realized that everything still caught my attention.
At first I didn't want to accept it, I was asking myself if I was crazy, and I told myself that a tremendous scandal would form if they were to discover me having sex with my sister.
Time passed and at having 50 and so many when my daughter is already an adult and her mother was more interested in her business than in my person.
From night to morning those weird urges came back to play mom and dad with my sister.
I fought to control myself, but finally, one day I went to see her because she told me that her husband, my brother-in-law, had cheated and abandoned her.
I was sincere with him, I explained my desire, he accepted. But in the same conditions, namely with cousins and friends.
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