Perverts 'R' Us

The Boy Sister Nexus

By Grade School Nurse ( M/f/b, inc. fath/dau/son, oral, voy )

I

These are for the most part contacts more or less consciously encouraged or even manipulated by the father or step father. I have hundreds of cases in my files but we will concentrate here on the case of Rodney Reynolds.

Rodney Reynolds, a seventeen year old boy from Baltimore, in his own words:

It must have started about the time I was nine. I started noticing my big sister Susan when my dad kept looking over the top of his paper and nudging me while Susan was laying on the floor watching television. She had a real big ass in spite of her narrow hips and kept jutting it up and wiggling it slowly on top of the cushion she had under her as she laid there with her knees pulled up toward her chin. She hugged another cushion under her head. Her dress wiggled up and I could see the lace ruffled edge of her panties and the smooth thick white thighs underneath. She turned around a lot to see if dad was watching and usually caught him at it. She grinned as she looked at him and all he would do was frown and blow air through his nose and hiss in a kind of whisper,

Wheeesh!

For weeks or months earlier when we were riding in the car or when no one else was around he would ask me what I thought of Susan and I would ask him what he meant. He just said, "You know. What do you think about her?"

I would say I didn't know what he meant and he would just smile and say, "I mean down there."

Then we went through the whole thing all over again and finally he would get this real weird look on his face and ask, "I mean her bottom."

I'm sure I turned a bright red and just glowered at him until he said it again, "I mean her bottom."

I would almost shout, "I don't like it!"

He would laugh for a long time and finally ask, "Well, just what don't you like about it?"

I would answer in the same tone of voice, "It's ... it's too b-big!"

Then he would laugh even louder and say, "But that's what's so nice about it, Rod. That's what a fourteen year old girl's ass is supposed to look like. It's real, real nice. I like it. And when you get to be a little older you will too."

I was furious and started crying and punching him and roared, "No, I won't! I won't ever!"

II

It was probably about this time that he started showing me the pictures from Big Butt magazine because he loved my reaction. I would blush scarlet and start punching him and he had to hide them behind his back or I would tear them to shreds. This stopped about the time I said I would tell mom.

Then he started being real nice to me and buying me stuff I wanted and he stopped spanking me which he used to do at least once a week. About this time my mom took a job as a waitress on Thursday and Friday nights. That's when it all really began.

I noticed dad would stop reading the paper or watching TV once mom was gone. At first he was real careful and waited a long while after she left for work. After a while the minute he saw her car pull out of the driveway he would head for Susan's room in his stocking feet. She would usually be taking a nap. He would open the door real quiet like and go inside but he would always leave it halfway open cause it was dark in the room but the hallway light would be on. He would gesture to me and whisper for me to follow but I never would until once I did. I tiptoed to Susan's bedroom and looked inside. Dad was laying on his side next to Susan who was curled up and he was looking straight at me standing there in the hall with this shit-eating grin on his face and holding his finger up in front of his lips and saying,

"Shhhhhh!"

Susan was asleep or pretending to be and she would brush her hair away from her face in her sleep. Dad mouthed the word, 'Watch!' and he put his mouth to her ear and started blowing into it real soft like and brushing the hair away from her face. Susan would moan and rub her nose and shake her ass and stick it way out and she was all dressed except for her shoes and she acted like she was dreaming and mumbled,

"Ohhh, daddy! Just stop it! ... Stop it, daddy! ... Stop it!"

The first time I thought I was going to faint. I got all hot in the face and I think it's the first time I ever had a boner. Dad was slowly edging down toward the foot of the bed and he grabbed hold of the tails of her dress and started slowly lifting it up. He had it hiked up to her waist when he pulled away like he wanted me to see and he slung his legs over the edge of the bed with his elbows on the bed and pointed to her big bucket ball size round ass cheeks sticking out into the thin cotton of her white ruffle trimmed panties like a gale force wind in two huge sails and pointed straight at the lower cleavage and stared back and forth at me and it with this big toothy grin on his face. He sniffed and rubbed his eyes and started sweating and his eyes were tearing and he stuck the small edge of his left hand into the crack between her big ass cheeks and slid it up and down and gestured to me with the other hand to come on in. I sniffed and all of a sudden I almost keeled over from the moist warm fumes of her ass cleft wafting across the room and into my nose and I had no idea what poppers were then but I never smelt a popper that gave me such a jolt or made my pecker grow as hot or as hard so fast. Susan was all the way awake now and looking behind her toward the open door. She moaned with delight when she saw me and pretended to be mad. She said,

"Ohhh, daddy! Don't let him w-watch! ... Ohhhhh! Nooooo! ... Don't let him w-watch! Don't let him w-watch!"

I staggered over toward the bed.

"Dad had grabbed ahold of the waistband of her panties and was slowly hauling them down to half mast. I rubbed my eyes. I couldn't believe what I was watching. Her huge rump cheeks were popping inch by inch out of her panties as he peeled them slowly down and he fell to kissing each one of them softly at first but gradually with passionate slurps and rubbing his face in between the cheeks and mumbling,

"Urgggh, nice! ... Argggh, nice! ... Ah Awwww, so nice and plump and smooth!"

He lifted her up on the pillow so underneath I could see the nice fat lipped long gash of a black peach fuzz covered pussy which he pointed at while whispering, "Pussy! ... Cunt! ... Look at the nice cunt! ... Look at the nice fat pussy!'

He turned her over so her cunt was staring me straight in the face. He put his right middle finger in his mouth and pulled it out dripping a big gob of spit and aimed it at her cunt and holding the plump lips open with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand he slowly, with expert precision in spite of his trembling, poked it into her big fat lust-moist, twitching pussy. He finger fucked her slowly and delicately and gradually faster and harder for what seemed like an hour while she stared back and forth at us and let out shrieks of delight as he whispered in her ear, "'Should we let him sniff it, darling? ... You want him to sniff it, sweetheart? ... You want him to kiss it? ... You want him to kiss it? ... What say we make him sniff it? ... Huh? Huh? ... It's nice! It's real nice!"

She answered, "Make him do it! ... Make him do it, daddy!" and threw her head sideways on the pillow and stared at me and dad back and forth and moaned in a gurgling lust crazed whimper. "Make him do it! ... Make him do it, daddy! ... Make him do it! ... Make him do it, daddy!"

Dad grabbed me by the ears and stuffed my face into her cunt. She squeezed my head like a nutcracker and I started sniffing and kissing and tonguing her big, fat lipped, moist, quivering cunt until my face was dripping spit and pussy juice like a hydrant while Susan's clit was squirting lust scum like pearls that mingled with my saliva and fell down on dad's face where he had stuffed it underneath her huge heaving bare ass. Before I knew it there was a great big explosion of hot slippery liquid in my BVD's that smelled like ammonia. Dad saw the big wet spot on my crotch and I took his cue and rolled away exhausted. I was half dead with fatigue. I looked out of the corner of my eye though and saw he was climbing onto Susan and fucking her with gusto. In half an hour I was ready to go again and plowed into his scum in Susan's delicious freshly fucked cunt.

III

This scene was reenacted just about every Thursday and Friday night for over a year. Then one night mom got off early. The divorce was not long drawn out but not amicable either. I suspect mom knew about dad's obsessions with teenage girls all along but with his own daughter? That's where she drew the line. Dad and I became confederates in lust and he fucked just about every girl I dated just like I nailed about every one of his gorgeous whores on his dime. Nothing made him happier than laying wasted from fucking and looking over on his pillow at me scarfing his whore of that particular night. Unless it was over a bottle of Old Granddad after a poker session where he took Polaroids of me with all his buddies fucking three or four big assed and big-boobed hookers who were the only ones who had to strip at strip poker. They dropped their brassieres and panties while all the guys had to drop was their bucks.

Dr, you ask:

'Would you have become so obsessed with performing cunnilingus on young girls had your father not seduced you into the practice?'

Oh, for sure. It's in the blood. For me to think that just because I would have cringed at the thought when I was eleven I would not have ended up with the same young pussy madness is just dumb. You know from a boy's face whether he's for it or not. Dad was right. He always said you could tell a born cunt sniffer from his reactions to suggestion when he's ten or eleven. A gay kid just runs away. A little cunt sniffer gets all red in the face and starts to cry. And the best part and the dead giveaway is when he rushes you with clenched fists and flailing arms. That's the real fun part. Shakespeare was right. I think the little pervert protests too much.