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> Molly (Mf, incest, cons, pedo, preg)
>
>
> Jack was my big brother, and his eldest daughter, Molly, who was
> adopted, was just eight years younger than I. When I was a kid, I played
> with the child, and when I was a little older, I baby-sat for her. We
> loved each other very much. As a teenager I snuggled and kissed her
> regularly, without sexual intent; she was such a small girl. Molly was
> part of my life, like Jack was and Mom was. I did not think about her
> sexually, although when I was thirteen and she was five I fondled her legs
> as she sat on my lap in the dim light of her bedroom. She was clad just
> in
> her panties. She leaned back onto me as I sat with her on her bed. I
> stroked her legs, especially her soft thighs, and I grew excited. I did
> nothing more than that, although I had to make a conscious decision not to
> touch her further. She was such a beautiful child, and I loved her so
> much. I knew that it was wrong to touch her with sexual intent, and so I
> didn't.
>
> I watched her grow, each month more beautiful. She always clung to me,
> because I was her favorite person. I knew that, and I felt a special
> obligation to protect her. I loved her too thoroughly to desire her
> physically, even as she grew tall for her age at nine and ten. She
trusted
> me with the certainty of the Sun rising in the morning. Her mom came to
> refer to us as "those lovers", and it was true. We were indeed lovers,
> chaste lovers. Molly actually stunted my social development. In high
> school I did not date girls, because of her, because of my love of her.
> I
> masturbated, of course, but I never thought of her when I did it. That
> would have been too gross. I fantasized about some of the girls in my
> class and in the neighborhood, but Molly remained my girl, and so I did
not
> date.
>
> I graduated from high school and went off to college when I was
eighteen
> and Molly was ten. It was a tearful parting. Because my university was
> two thousand miles away, and also because I didn't have the money for
> traveling, I did not visit home on Thanksgiving or Christmas. I didn't
> return home until late May, when the Spring semester ended.
>
> The first thing that I noticed upon returning home after nine months
> away was that Molly, in that brief period of time, had been transformed.
>
> Apparently she was physically precocious, and she had entered pubescence
> almost a year earlier than the average girl. She was then eleven, three
> months shy of her twelfth birthday. She had grown inches taller, but she
> was not gawky or spindly. She was, of course, slender, although her limbs
> were shapely and sufficiently fleshed out so that she looked very soft.
> Small breasts pushed at her blouse. Her face had not changed very much -
> it was still beautiful - but I could discern a new maturity in the way she
> spoke and expressed herself. I had loved Molly since she was an infant.
>
> Upon returning home, however, I fell hopelessly in love with her in a new
> and fearful way. I tried to deny her physical, sexual attraction. I kept
> telling myself that she was just eleven years old, an innocent child. I
> reproached myself for having sexual fantasies about her as I lay in bed at
> night, just drifting off to sleep, when a person is most vulnerable to
such
> thoughts. When I masturbated, I struggled not to think of her, but
always,
> at orgasm, she filled my mind.
>
> The top of her golden head came to my chin. Her aroma was usually that
> of Ivory soap and baby shampoo. Molly had an oval, innocent looking face
> with delicate features. She unnerved me, when she would lean against me,
> wanting a hug, as she looked deeply into my eyes. When I encircled her
> waist with my arms, she seemed larger, more substantial than I remembered.
> She had the heft of a budding young woman. I could not avoid her, stay
> away from her, because she sought me out.
>
> I lived with my mother in a house next door to Jack's and Molly was
> always over. From the first day of my return home she caused me great
> discomfort by her constant snuggling against me, sitting on my lap like
she
> had done when she was younger, presenting her pretty face for kiss. I
> resisted her, but the girl became my single masturbatory fantasy.
>
> One day, not long after my return home from school, Molly and a couple
> of her girl friends played in the spray of a sprinkler in her backyard.
> They were all clad in swimsuits. One of Molly's friends was a bit dumpy
> and had heavy thighs. The other was nice looking, although she was flat
> chested and rather skinny. Molly was stunning.. Her bare legs and arms
> were exquisitely formed; shapely and soft looking. Small breasts jutted
> forth, attesting to her maturing body, yet her face was still that of a
> little girl; open, care free, innocent. I stood at the window looking
down
> at them, at her, and I masturbated into a handkerchief. Afterwards I felt
> awful. I was overwhelmed by thoughts of love, lust and shame.
>
> I had to get away. I resolved to go up to our family's cabin at a lake
> in northern Michigan, where we would all meet later and spend the month of
> August on vacation. I would go up there early and be by myself, away from
> the temptation of Molly. When I told my brother Jack of my plans, he
> eagerly approved, and he gave me instructions about the maintenance and
> repair of the place. "Why don't you take Molly with you?" he asked. "She
> seems to be at loose ends."
>
> I was taken aback by his suggestion. "Well.... I don't know.....Maybe
> she doesn't want to go," I stuttered in my desperation.
>
> "Of course she does," Jack replied, and he yelled over his shoulder
into
> the house. "Molly, do you want to go with Tommy up to the cabin?"
>
> "Yeh!" I heard a little-girl voice squeal from afar.
>
> * * *
>
> That night in bed I summarized for myself the reality of the situation.
> First, I was in love with an eleven year old girl, who was my niece and
who
> loved me very much as her uncle. Second, the girl was very innocent and
> probably had never had a sexual thought. Third, if I came on to her, she
> would be traumatized, be injured for life, and I would lose her love.
> Fourth, if I had sex with her, some one would find out, and I would be up
> shit's creek. Despite these considerations, the next morning I went to a
> Walmart and bought a dozen packages of condoms, which, I must admit,
> titillated the middle aged check-out woman, who smirked at me.
>
> Molly and I set out on our trip up I 75, and after two hours we were
> north of Midland. She was clad in shorts and a t shirt; her limbs were on
> glorious display. I dared not touch her, but she snuggled to me as I
> drove. Eventually, I had to stop to gas up. I hurried to the rest room,
> where I locked the door and proceeded to masturbate, coming with a groan.
> It was to no avail, because when I returned to the car and Molly, I
desired
> the girl as much as ever.
>
> We drove on north. Molly lay her head against my shoulder and played
> her fingers across my cheek. It was unnerving. "Tommy," she whispered in
> her little-girl voice. "Are you all right? You're so quiet."
>
> "I think I have a bug," I replied.
>
> We had exchanged words during our trip, although I had indeed been
> reticent.
>
> "Is it a catchy bug? Won't I be able to kiss you?"
>
> "Molly," I replied, "I don't think that we should kiss as we have in
the
> past. You're growing up fast. You're almost a young woman."
>
> "It's about sex, isn't it?" she countered. "Yeh."
>
> "I don't know anything about sex, Tommy, almost nothing, but I know
that
> it is part of my future."
>
> We drove on for a half hour, not saying anything further.
>
> "Tommy?" Molly asked, her head on my shoulder. "Yeh?"
>
> "When I'm sixteen, you'll be just twenty four, and when I'm twenty,
> you'll be just twenty eight."
>
> "So?" I replied.
>
> "Well, mommy is nine years younger than daddy. When mommy was my age,
> daddy was older than you." "So?"
>
> "Well," she paused for a moment and then blurted out: "Well, when I'm
> older we could get married and nobody would think about the age
difference,
> because it really isn't that great." I suddenly felt warm and joyful, at
> peace with the world. I put my arm around the pretty girl and snuggled
her
> to me.
>
> "I'd really like to marry you sweetie," I said truthfully, realizing
for
> the first time that it would happen.
>
> "Is that a proposal?" the little imp responded, looking slyly up into
> my
> face.
>
> "Yeh, that's a proposal of marriage."
>
> "I accept," she replied and cuddled against me.
>
> * * *
>
> We finally arrived at the cabin, and for about the next hour we were
> busy moving in and cleaning up the place, which had a lot of dust and
> cobwebs to remove. There were two bedrooms, a main room and a sleeping
> loft. Mom would have one bedroom, and Jack and his wife, Jean, would have
> the other. Molly, I and Angie, Molly's seven year old sister, would share
> the sleeping loft. After we finished setting up the cabin for our
> vacation, Molly and I walked barefoot along the beach and waded in the
cool
> water of the lake's fringe, as the sun set. I was in a state of bliss.
> My
> life was defined. My mate was chosen, albeit somewhat prematurely We
> strolled along hand in hand, in love. "Tommy?"
>
> "Yeh?"
>
> "Have you ever...you know...done 'it' with a girl?"
>
> "It?"
>
> "Yeh, you know..."
>
> "No, I never have," responded truthfully.
>
> "So, we're going to learn from scratch," she replied a bit wistfully in
> her little-girl, sing-song voice.
>
> "There's no hurry," I remarked hesitantly. "We have a lot of time
> before us, an entire lifetime."
>
> "Yeh, I suppose," she replied with a hint of regret.
>
> We continued walking hand in hand, in silence.
>
> "Tommy?"
>
> "Yeh?"
>
> "Couldn't we, you know, start to practice a bit?"
>
> This was what I most wanted, but I replied emphatically: "Molly, you're
> too young. I might hurt you, and besides we could get into a lot of
> trouble."
>
> "Well, we wouldn't, you know, have to do 'everything'."
>
> I stopped, pulled the girl to me and looked down into her young face.
>
> "Molly, do you realize what pain I'm in, about this, about having sex
> with you?" "No." "Well, a guy gets worked up, whenever he has a chance to
> score, even with a girl he doesn't love. It's very painful, when he gets
> so close, but is not able to go all the way." "But, Tommy, you can go all
> the way with me, if you like." I clutched the girl and kissed her as I had
> never done in the past, a passionate kiss, tongue and all. "I don't want
> to hurt you. You're so small." "I'm almost as tall as mommy, and you're
> as
> tall as daddy." "You don't weigh 100 pounds." "I weigh 110." She then
> kissed me with real sincerity, attempting to do it like an adult and
almost
> succeeding. "I'll leave it up to you, Tommy. You do what you think best.
> But I'm. . . .curious." My mind was reeling from the promise, the
> opportunity, the responsibility. This was my future wife, but she was
then
> just eleven years old. I could not simply let myself go and take her.
> 'It's time to go back," I murmured, "we'll sleep together in the loft."
> Molly embraced me and we walked awkwardly back down the beach toward the
> cabin. * * * We kicked off our shoes and lay on the mattress, one of two
> in the loft. We were both clad in shorts and t shirts. The air was still
> and smelled of pine wood and stale dust. Molly snuggled to me and we
began
> to kiss furiously. We kissed for uncounted minutes, and I finally dared
> to
> cup one of her little breasts, to feel its softness with my fingers.
Molly
> stuck her tongue into my mouth and uttered a groaning sigh. I put my hand
> under her shirt and felt her bare flesh, her pointy tittie, which I was
> determined to suck. Molly helped me take off her shirt and I then fell
> upon her in a frenzy, licking and sucking on her as she squirmed and
> groaned. "Tommy," she gasped, "I'm beginning to hurt, you know, like you
> told me."
>
> I got up onto my knees and took hold of her shorts, Molly lifting her
> butt to help. I pulled them off along with her panties. The girl had no
> pubic hair. Her vaginal lips were a bit puffed. I had dreamed of licking
> her girlish thighs, but I just went down on her without preamble. My
> tongue found her clit and I worked magic on her. Molly was very orgasmic,
> very loud. She screamed without inhibition as her first orgasm struck and
> her body convulsed. After her fourth orgasm, which was attended by just
> whimpers, she pushed weakly at my head. "Please, Tommy, that's enough."
> My
> face was smeared with her juices. Her taste was in my mouth. I knelt up
> and looked down on her young beauty and was overwhelmed by it. I pulled
> down my shorts and began to masturbate, staring at her thighs, her bare
> groin, her little titties, her lovely face, which gazed up at me in
> excitement. I came quickly, spewing onto her belly thick streams of
semen,
> as I groaned aloud, squeezing out every drop of pleasure.
>
> I then felt abashed at what I had done. I slumped above the darling
> girl, my arms limp, and I began to sob. Molly pulled me to her and
> comforted me, cooed to me in her little-girl voice. "I love you Tommy."
> I
> pulled her on top of me, my mess smearing us both. I held her tightly.
> I
> licked her neck. "I love you Molly, more than I can ever say." "You don't
> have to say it, I know." We were both exhausted, and before long we fell
> asleep in each other's arms. * * * I awoke the next morning as the early
> sun poured into the cabin. The lights in the loft were still on, and I
> reached over and shut them off. Molly lay asleep in a fetal position, a
> thumb in her mouth. I caressed a thigh lovingly, relishing its softness,
> as I gazed at her beauty. Her golden hair was untamed We could marry in
> little more than five years, I calculated. We would do it without
> publicity, because she would still be in high school.
>
> Molly then stirred and stretched in awakening. Her eyes popped open
and
> her face lit up as she saw me staring down at her. "Hi, Tommy." "Hi,
> Sweetie." I lay beside her and fingered a tittie. We then kissed deeply
> for a long time, my hand roaming her lithe body. "Are we going to do it
> today?" she asked shyly. "Do what?" "You know, silly." "You're too
small."
> "Am not." My cock was rigid and I wanted so much to plunge it into the
> little girl's body. I got on top of her and she spread her legs widely,
> raising her knees, staring into my face with eager expectation. What I
had
> in mind would not require foreplay. I positioned my cock and poked it at
> her, missing her opening. I lowered it a bit and poked again, meeting
> resistance. I then thrust at her and broke through. "Ow," Molly screamed
> as the head of my cock penetrated her. I immediately pulled out,
satisfied
> that the job had been done. Molly was no longer a virgin. "Is that it?"
> she asked in bewilderment. "I don't want to hurt you more than is
> necessary. I ripped your hymen, and now I will wait until you heal. It's
> like a bad cut. In a few days I will enter you and you won't feel much
> discomfort. Maybe you'll like it."
>
> "I want you now, Tommy." "You have me. I'll lick on you now and in a
> few days I'll fuck you silly." I went down on her. Her vaginal crack was
> filled with blood. I cleansed her with my tongue. Then I lapped on her
> until she forgot her soreness and screamed out loud and clamped her
> slender, soft thighs against my head. *** For the next four days we
> pleasured each other. I taught her how to masturbate me, and she even
went
> down on me, although not all the way. I diddled her, sucked on her, and
> fucked her soft, young thighs. We were beginning to feel like a settled
> in
> married couple, although there was that ultimate act which we had yet to
> experience. I was atop her. We had been kissing passionately, knowing
> what was to come. I rose up. Her head was beneath my chest. I
positioned
> my cock and pushed forward. Molly was wet, and my glans popped into her.
> It felt so marvelous. I pushed further into her tightness, all the way in
> until my abdomen pressed against hers. "Are you OK?" I asked. "You're so
> big inside of me, but it doesn't hurt," she replied with a woozy sigh, and
> then she pushed at me. We then began to fuck in earnest. She wanted long
> strokes, forcefully, and I gave them to her. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy," she
> cried as she thrust at me violently and scratched my back. I was unaware
> of her orgasm, because mine was right on top of hers. I held her tightly
> to me as we cried out together. Later we lounged on the bed touching each
> other affectionately, whispering love words. * * * "Tom you're an idiot!"
> Jack exploded, when I told him about Molly and me.
>
> "Jean and I always knew that you would be a pair, would marry in time,
> but, Jesus Christ, why did you have to fuck her when she was just eleven
> years old?" "I'm sorry, Jack, it just seemed to happen." "Shit, the damage
> is done.. We've got to keep you out of jail."
>
> 'I'm sorry, Jack."
>
> "Sorry, shit! Jean's put the girl on the pill, so I suppose now you'll
> fuck her silly." "I'm sorry, Jack." "Sorry, shit, just don't let mom
know."
> "She already knows. I told her." "Christ, did she freak out?"
>
> "No. She just advised me not to be affectionate with Molly in public."
> "Shit, we'll have to get you two married as soon as possible. I'll look
> into Alabama and Arkansas."
>
> "Jack, I really love the girl." "I know, kid, but you're putting
> yourself into a lot of jeopardy. There's prosecutors out there who'll
love
> to send your ass to jail for a lifetime, even though you love the girl and
> want to marry her. They're a mean bunch, bullies.
>
> Posted By Nikki
>
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