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Written: 18 December 2017
Already seen Shocking behaviour Pt2, click here to read part 1
Shocking behaviour Part 2
by Isabella
Story Code: Dream scene sex, m/f, Incest
On the journey home my mother had explained how her 'Need' for sex amplified during her most fertile period in the middle of her menstrual cycle and that my father wasn't good enough to satisfy her, then it dawned on me that I'd had a few erotic dreams and although I'd always noted my dreams down in my diary and I started wondering if my dirty dreams had any relationship to my own monthly cycle like my mother's.
As soon as we got home my mother popped the first of two morning after pills into my mouth and one into her own and as soon as I'd swallowed my pill I was sent to have a bath to get rid of all the blood and mess from my deflowering. I didn't lounge in my bathwater as I usually would, I was eager to get out of the bath and look in my diary.
My last period was just a week ago, all that mess and pain and now, just a week later, I was about to go through it all over again. I flicked through the pages for the last three weeks, there was nothing really of note until fourteen days before the start of my last period. Because I kept my diary in a locked chest I didn't use any kind of codes, I had an 'A-five', page a day, diary so there was plenty of room to write everything down in full that happened on any one particular day.
On the Sixteenth of November I had noted that I'd dreamed that my uncle Ron, my father's eldest brother, had kissed me...actually, in real life he had kissed me, he'd kissed me on my cheek and his moustache had tickled me, as he kissed me he had patted my bottom as well, I'd written in my diary on the fifteenth:
'Won first prize in Dance competition, U/Ron congratulated me for winning, v.surprised that he was at the studio but realised that as my dad was working, U/Ron had driven Grandma June and mum. Tickly kiss on my cheek and a pat on my bottom...felt strange as all I was wearing was my unitard!!!'
I hadn't actually written what I'd dreamed about overnight on the fifteenth but as it was only three weeks earlier so I remembered the dream vividly, in my dream Ron had kissed me on my mouth rather than on my cheek, I'd transferred the tickle from my cheek to my nose and the pat on my bottom through my unitard had, in my dream, been on my bare bottom, the place the kiss had happened had also moved, from the auditorium seating area to the changing room at the back of the dance studio.
I put my current diary down and went back into my lockable chest, I found my first ever big diary, Grandma June had bought it for me as part of my Christmas present in twenty-thirteen, when I was eleven years old. I opened it to the first page, I read my first entry:
First January twenty-thirteen. Everyone had a fun time at the New Year's Eve party last night, Mum slipped away into the kitchen at five minutes to midnight to start clearing up and washing pots. Grandpa Ron put the TV on to watch the BBC show from Trafalgar Square so that he could use the chimes from Big Ben to say when we'd entered Twenty-fourteen. As the clock chimed midnight everyone celebrated with a kiss. Grandpa Ron Kissed Aunty Mary first. It was a kind of family tradition that Grandpa Ron kissed the wives of his five sons in order of his son's age, so Aunty Mary was always first. I did what I always did when I saw people kissing, I started counting Mississippi's, Everyone else in the room were kissing each other, well the adults at least, but I concentrated on Grandpa's kisses, I got to five and a half Mississippi's before Grandpa Ron moved on to my Aunty Sarah, my mother named me after my Aunty Sarah.
I got to seven Mississippi's while Grandpa Ron kissed my namesake and then, instead of going to kiss Uncle Peter's wife, I saw Grandpa heading for the kitchen, I looked in through the door, my mother was resisting but Grandpa Ron pulled her away from the sink and then the door closed. I was about to push it open again, I'd reached three Mississippi's before the door closed but before I could open the door again Aunty Mary was pushing her eldest son, Ron Clarke the third, or as Grandpa Ron called him, Terror a corruption of Tertium, in my face. Mary was instructing Terror to give me a New Year's Day kiss. Terror's lips felt like cold wet fish against my lips, I stopped counting my mother and grandfather's kiss and started all over again, I got to one Mississ before young Ron was moving on, his mother dragging him over to cousin Eve to kiss her a Happy New Year.
I pushed the door open and my mother jumped away from my grandfather, when I'd seen my mother a few seconds earlier, her T-shirt had been tucked into the waistband of her jeans, now, the left hand side of her T-shirt was un-tucked and I couldn't be sure but it looked like my grandfather's hand was up inside my mother's T-shirt before she pushed him away from her. I followed Grandpa Ron to Uncle Peter's wife, My Aunty Gail and he kissed her for ten Mississippi's. Uncle Simon wasn't married yet, he was at the party with his girlfriend and she was the next woman that Grandpa kissed.
There was other stuff on the page, playing board games until we became as bored as the games...mother was helping Grandma June to make dinner...I was sent to lay the table but Cousin Eve had beaten me to it. All very boring stuff really until the bottom of the page:
Because I didn't need to lay the table for lunch my mother sent me to wake up all of the adults that had stopped over after the party, mum told me just to knock on every one's door and tell them that lunch would be served in twenty minutes, she pressed on me that I didn't need to go into any of the bedrooms.
Grandpa Ron's bedroom was the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, I knocked the door and told him that lunch would be in twenty minutes. I heard Grandpa Ron shout that he'd be down in a minute. Uncle Ron and Aunty Mary had slept in his old bedroom which was next to Grandpa's room so I knocked their door next. I knocked on Uncle Paul's bedroom door third and my dad's old bedroom was fourth. The last door on that wing was Uncle Simon's room, I knocked three times but he didn't answer so, even though my mother had told me not to, I opened Uncle Simon's bedroom door and looked in.
Simon wasn't wearing pyjamas, the top sheet just covered the points of interest, I picked up a slipper from the floor and threw it at Simon to rouse him. It was strange that Simon was in his big double bed all alone, I knew that his girlfriend had slept the night but the left hand side of Simon's bed was still undisturbed. Simon said that he didn't want lunch and he'd be down later.
As I walked back down the passageway I heard my grandfather's bedroom door open but it wasn't Grandpa Ron that tiptoed out of the bedroom but Uncle Simon's girlfriend Rebecca.
Rebecca was wearing a red blouse and red miniskirt and in her hand were her shoes, her bra and her knickers. She blushed as she walked past me on her way to Simon's bedroom. I noticed that Rebecca's blouse was only held closed by one button just under her bust.
I think that was the first time I was aware of sex and the games that some adults played. I remembered back to that day, Simon and Rebecca didn't come down from Simon's bedroom until five o'clock in the afternoon, Rebecca was wearing a white blouse that was so thin that you could see her bra through it and she was wearing very tight white jeans and around her neck, on the outside of her collar, was a thick gold chain with a teardrop pendant hanging from it. My cousin Anna almost jumped on Rebecca to look at her new necklace, Anna was only two years younger than Rebecca and asked if the necklace had been a Christmas present, I saw Rebecca look towards Grandpa Ron before she said, "No, not a Christmas present Anna, I had to put a lot of hard work and sweat into earning it."
I'd looked over at Cousins Gavin and Terror, they were both staring at Rebecca's chest, her bra had pretty bows and hearts embroidered into the cups that could be clearly seen through her very thin white blouse and the boys weren't hiding the fact that they were both staring straight at her tits.
There wasn't an inch of room left to write on the first page in my new diary so I flicked over the page to the second of January:
I had a very strange dream last night, I saw my grandfather and my mother in the kitchen and my grandfather had pushed her T-shirt right up to her chin. I was standing right there looking on...strangely enough my mother appeared to be wearing Rebecca's bra with the embroidered bows and hearts. I know it was a dream but it seemed so real to me, grandpa pushed the cup of my mother's bra up and he stopped kissing her on her lips and started kissing her left breast instead. My mother looked over at me and she told me to stop watching her and grandpa Ron, "Why don't you kiss your Cousin Terror a happy new year?"
Ron Junior was suddenly right there between me and my mother. In my dream Ron wasn't a reluctant kisser, he was kissing me like you see film stars doing it in films on TV and suddenly his hand was on my bare chest and somehow I'd grown the breasts that I'd been dreaming of growing one day. I woke as Terror was rubbing his hand down from my perfectly shaped breasts and down towards my pussy, I woke breathing heavily and shivering with pleasure, my own fingers were in the place that I'd been dreaming that my cousin Ron had been aiming for and they were very wet.
Once again, the rest of that page involved what I'd eaten and what I'd been doing during the day, the games I'd played with my brother and sister, what I'd seen on my new TV, my Christmas present from my Grandfather.
I flicked to the third of January, a page full of non events, the fourth of January mentioned the homework that I'd been putting off since we broke up for the holidays three weeks earlier.
I continued reading snippets from each day's events, on the seventh of January I started back at school after the Christmas holiday and that page was full of the excitement of meeting my friends after almost a month apart and learning what everyone had got for Christmas.
When I reached the fifteenth of January I found:
Terrible stomach ache all day at school...felt very sick after dinner and went to bed early.
On the sixteenth of January the only entry was:
Woke up this morning, nighty and bed a bloody mess, I had become a woman overnight and now I was paying for that with incredible pain. No school today, I was left to bleed in peace and slept for most of the day.
So now I had my first two reference points, my first dirty dream and two weeks later my first ever menstrual bleed. I flicked forward fourteen days to the thirtieth of January and read the note I'd made about my second rude dream, it was quite rudimentary, it was me and a boy, we kissed and he touched my body, in my dream he made me feel wonderful but at the moment that my hand went down his trousers I woke up. In January twenty-fourteen, I hadn't realised why I'd woken at the point where it was my turn to give the unknown boy his pleasure in reciprocation for the pleasure he'd given me but now I realised that it was because, back then, I had no idea what was down the front of a boys trousers, I knew from playground talk that a boy had a cock but I didn't really know what a cock was, I knew boy dogs had cocks, a fold of fur that hung down beneath a dog but I'd never seen a dog that had been excited before so I woke at the point of confusion, my diary entry said:
Thirtieth January twenty-fourteen, Went to dance class last night, as I walked to my dad's car there was a group of town boys outside the corner shop, they wolf-whistled at me because I was wearing my unitard when I left the studio, I pulled my coat on as I ran towards my dad's car. I felt embarrassed when I got into the car because my dad had heard the boys whistling at me and instead of driving around the block my dad turned the car in front of the boys. The tallest of the boys smiled at me and winked as my dad stopped just inches away from the boy before reversing to complete the turn.
When I went to bed the Town boy's face was all I could see in my head as I went to sleep...I got a cramp in my calf muscle and Madam Simone told me to walk the cramp of gently out in the fresh air, I bumped into the tall boy outside the studio, he didn't even say hello to me, he just grabbed me and kissed me. I didn't want him to but I didn't stop him. As we kissed his hands explored my body from my chin to the tops of my legs. I was wearing a white unitard so there weren't really any openings between my neck and ankles and when the boy realised that he couldn't get his hands inside my clothes he just pushed his fingers inside my body with the crotch of my unitard still covering his fingers. He made me totally breathless and then he pushed my right hand down the front of his trousers and he pushed his tongue into my mouth as he pushed my hand deeper into his trousers...I woke up sweating and gasping for breath, my hand was inside my knickers and my fingers were soaking wet!
I flicked forward another fourteen days and there, sure enough was the entry that I'd had my second period.
Twelfth February twenty-fourteen, bad stomach cramps all day, mum says I'll probably start my bleed tonight and that I should wear a panty-liner when I go to bed.
The next day my diary entry was:
Woke up this morning, all the pain of my period but only three spots of blood...oh the joys of being a girl!
My first period had been the 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre' on Egyptian cotton sheets, my second didn't amount to a thimble full of blood over the three days, I had to have a long conversation with my grandma, my mother wasn't really much good at talking personal stuff through, gran told me that until my body got used to my cycle things would be very much up and down from no blood to a bucket full and no way to know how much or when.
I flicked through the rest of my twenty-fourteen diary, there was a definite pattern, my dirty dream one week and fourteen days later my period and it seemed like, as the year went on my dreams got dirtier and dirtier. I almost missed one of the most significant moments in my life as I was flicking through my diary but I spotted the first dream reference that actually described a boy's cock in the dream so I stopped my searching and flicked back a few pages:
Eighth November twenty-fourteen, grandpa Ron organised a bonfire party today...Wednesday was actually Guy Fawkes night but because it was mid-week and it was drizzly as well no one lit their bonfires on the fifth, they all left their fires until today. I was in the lower meadow about two hundred feet from the fire and even further away from where my uncles were setting off the fireworks. I was tright at the back of the large group of our family and the families of the estate workers. I saw my cousin Gavin walking away from the group towards the woods between the meadow and the main road bypassing our village. I didn't think much about Gavin sneaking away from the party...not until I saw another cousin slip away from her mother. Rose was one of my oldest cousins, just a few days older than Anna. Rose followed Gavin, just a minute after he disappeared into the trees.
My mother was supervising my brother William, as he played with a sparkler. I was curious and no one was looking at me so I followed after Rose. The fire was creating enough light for me to actually see what Gavin and Rose were doing in the woods. Rose was seventeen but Gavin was only thirteen, Rose opened Gavin's trousers and took his dick out of his underpants. I had to cover my mouth to prevent my gasping from being heard by my cousins. Gavin's willy was about an inch long and as thin as a cigarette...well, until Rose started rubbing it, then it grew slowly to four times longer and even more than four times fatter.
Rose rubbed him until he gasped and I saw his body jump as a jet of white liquid jumped from the end of his cock. Rose actually kissed Gavin after he got his breath back and then she taught Gavin what to do to her to make her feel nice (the way I do in bed on my own).
I flicked back to the twentieth November, that dream was the first one that got past the point of my putting my hand down the front of a boy's trousers and then waking up, ending my dream.
...I came across Gavin and Rose playing together in the woods, Rose called me in closer, she took my hand and rubbed it over Gavin's willy. I felt Gavin growing against the palm of my hand, Rose taught me how to rub his cock so it felt nice for him but Rose stopped me making his dick spit, she pulled my dress up and my knickers down to my knees and she pulled Gavin's right hand down between my legs, "If you make Sarah feel really nice, I'll let her do the same for you Gav darling!"
Gavin rubbed between my legs, Rose taught him how to finger me up inside my pussy and where to rub me that felt extra special. My knees went weak and I almost fell down, Rose had to hold me up. Then Rose took my knickers all the way off and she turned me so my back was towards Gavin, she told me to wrap my arms around her waist and she pulled the back of my dress right up, almost to my head, "Here you are Gav, put your pecker in here boy."
I felt the roughness of Gavin's trousers against the backs of my thighs and the hot wet tip of his dick nuzzling between my legs, slowly walking towards my hole...I woke up at that moment, as usual I was panting and had been rubbing myself hard between my legs.
That set the scenes for all of my dirty dreams from that November onwards, Gavin was my dream suitor of choice for most of them, Cousin Ron and his brother Michael played a role in several dreams as did the tall boy from town and once I knew how cocks worked the tall boy from town became great fun, in my dreams he had a much bigger dick than cousin Gavin.
The problem now though was that because the genie had been let out of the lamp...having actually had sex...and not sex with boys, I'd had sex with men, would I be satisfied with my dreams and masturbation when I was at the most fertile point in my menstrual cycle or would I, like my mother, need to go hunting sexually available men every twenty-eight days?
3,537 Words.
Already seen Shocking behaviour Pt2, click here to read part 1