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My Nice Nieces - Chapter 1,2,3 (Mf, cons, pedo)
This story is ultimately about my nieces, Melinda and Marian. We
started playing around sexually when Melinda was about seven or eight
years old and Marian was ...
But maybe I better start at the beginning ...
I had messed around with Melinda's and Marina's (my sister) when we were
both kids, and, although it had gotten pretty intense at times, in the
end it had just ended up being innocent fun. So I guess Lucy, my sister,
never worried about what I would do with her daughters when she dropped them
off for me to babysit. I've never told her that the girls and I have a sex
life together, but I suspect she knows and just doesn't care.
My sister Lucy was (and still is) 18 months older than me. We started
playing with each other's privates when we shared the bathtub. Looking
back on it, I guess it was our parents' poverty that got us started --
we shared a bathtub every night to cut down on the hot water bills.
Cleanliness may be next to godliness, but putting naked kids together in
a two-by-six bathtub after they're six years old seems to be asking for
self-guided anatomy explorations, if not outright trouble.
I can't remember who groped whose what first under the soapy water, but
I remember clearly how, around six years old, I became extremely interested
in what my sister had between her legs. And maybe she was just as
interested in what I had. Even before any hands-on exploration, I could
easily see she didn't have the dangling equipment I had, and I guess she
could see the differences pretty clearly as well. At first, I was sorry
for her deficit, but my curious gaze soon revealed mysterious folds and
extra tissue where I had none.
I don't know why I didn't just ask her to let me see her pussy, but I
didn't. For some reason, I came to believe that I might be able to
get her interested in giving a closer look at her pussy if I were to
show my prick to her whenever possible. So that became my strategy.
Even as a six-year-old, I was able to get a boner, extending my skinny
little rod to about five quivering inches (I now have about nine inches
when hard). I tried to make sure Lucy got a good look at my cock as I
washed it, sliding my hands all over it to make it stay hard and to give
myself those good feelings I had discovered. It wasn't long before Lucy
was obviously staring as I kneeled in the tub between her spread legs to
rub my stiff little cock with a soapy fist. I stared longingly at the
mysterious vertical fold between her chubby thighs as the "nice feeling"
ran through my body. After a few days of this, Lucy reciprocated,
standing astraddle my legs to "wash" her crotch, moving the flaps and
curtains of skin this way and that so I got a good view.
One time, my mother got a good look at my stiff little stick too, when
she came in to get us out of the tub (my father never did that sort of
thing). Looking back on it, it's clear that Mom was a real libertine,
because many women would have probably screamed, and surely would have
stopped the brother-sister baths right then and there, when they saw their
seven-year-old son stroking his meat between the legs of his nine-year-old
sister. Far from stopping us, however, Mom sent Lucy off to bed while she
"finished" bathing me, giving my hard little prick and tiny balls an
exciting massage with her bare hand, pulling the loose skin up over the
gleaming head several times and smiling at my obvious discomfort and
embarassment. After that episode, though, she knocked before entering
our bathroom.
Like I said, I don't have a precise memory of how my sister and I got
started with our bathtub sex-play, but we were soon hurrying through the
rest of our ablutions so we could continue our anatomical explorations.
So far as I can remember, we never spoke a word; we just touched and
rubbed the wet, soapy flesh -- both our own and each other's.
I have this vivid memory of Lucy about nine or ten years old, sitting on
the edge of the tub with her back against the wall, pulling her hairless
pussy lips wide and way up toward her belly and with her head canted all
the way forward so she could watch my hard little seven-year-old dick
flipping back and forth across the exposed nubbin of her bright red clit.
Speaking of her clit, I guess Lucy could get off back then, because she
would sometimes thrash around in the tub, almost sloshing water out, and
then collapse for a moment, breathing heavily. But I never had much more
than a pleasant buzz in my prick until I was about ten years old. I
started squirting cum just before I turned eleven, which is early, I guess.
Oh, yes, and both Lucy and I got off on exposing ourselves -- at first just
to each other, but later to others. She would stand up in the tub and turn
her back to me, displaying her tight little butt and then bending over,
reaching back and spreading her ass cheeks to reveal the gleaming, wet flesh
of her pink asshole and her darker-pink pussy valley for me to fondle. I
would show off by standing up in the tub and draping a wash-cloth over my
stiff little prick, making the shiny red head poke through the washcloth
like a ruddy monk peaking out of his cowl.
At our neighborhood pool, Lucy would show herself off by pulling down the
crotch of her swimming suit a little bit and then lying on her towel with
her legs splayed and her eyes almost-closed to see the effect on me and
on any other guys who might be around. My friends giggled and pointed,
but I learned right then that lots of grown-up men were interested in
looking at my sister's underage pussy. I even noticed my Dad glancing
hotly at his little daughter's exposed cunt!
When she was about eleven (and I was nine), my sister would bring her girl-
friends over to the house in the afternoon and we'd all go down the street
to a vacant lot, where Lucy would have me pull down my pants and show her
friends my stiff little peter (actually, by then it was probably six inches
long when hard). The girls would giggle and stare, making me feel important
and powerful. I guess that's why I still like to show little girls my hard
cock whenever I can safely get away with it.
--
ess that's why I still like to show little girls my hard
cock whenever I can safely get away with it.
--
My Nice Nieces - Chapter 3
Maybe it's because of my pre-teen sexual adventures with my
sister, but I've always been turned on by little girls. And I
mean really young children. I chose my apartment at least in
part because its second-floor window overlooks the playground of
a Catholic girls school. I made sure I have a clear view of the
playing fields, so I can eat my lunch on the balcony and watch
little girls carelessly display their bare legs and filmy
underpants while they clamber around the playground equipment
just below. But I also took care to select the specific unit
from which the upper windows of the school's athletic dressing
rooms are accessible to my high-powered telescope and camera
equipment.
It's not that I'm oblivious to the charms of older women. I date
(and fuck) grown women and don't expect them to dress in a school
uniform to turn me on. I naturally enjoy the flashes of thigh I
see when the "older" schoolgirls (13-17 years old) are playing on
the field, nor do I turn away from the sight of their developing
breasts as they change in and out of their phys ed uniforms.
But, for whatever reason, as the years have gone on, I find my
biggest cock-stiffening thrills come when I gaze through my
binoculars at the cotton-clad crotches and just-developing chests
of girls in the 6-12 age range.
No matter how tight the deadline of the magazine article I'm
writing, I almost always make sure I'm available to observe the
beginning and end of the primary grade physical education
classes. Unlike many more "modern" schools, St. Anthony's School
for Girls insists on every child participating in physical
education. And, just as the school requires every girl to wear a
school uniform (plaid skirt or jumper and a white blouse), it
also requires each girl to wear a gym "uniform" (white tee-shirt
and white shorts) to phys-ed class. For twenty minutes or so
(from 10 minutes before class end to 10 minutes after class
beginning), the dressing area I survey is crammed with little
girls in various stages of undress.
Using an alarm clock to give me plenty of time, I position my
telescope well back from the window and carefully focus it on the
window which provides me a view of a part of the shower and
dressing area. When I can see into the dressing area clearly, I
have a nice view of a part of the shower under two shower heads,
the area around three sinks (and mirrors) and half of a row of
lockers. Most of the year, here in south Florida, the window I
peer through stays open to release the steam. However, I have
come to hate the hottest days even more than my neighbors,
because the dressing room windows are closed to keep the air
conditioning in and the steam from the showers condenses on the
windows and obscures my view.
In addition to my telescope and binoculars, I have invested in
some serious telephoto camera equipment, allowing me to build up
an awe-inspiring stash of photographs of naked and near-naked
underaged girls. Of course, that's not the sort of photo you can
get developed at the neighborhood "FotoMat," so I have my own
darkroom in my apartment. I also take photos of tropical birds
in the trees and bushes that surround my apartment complex,
developing them myself. I have even won a prize or two in local
photography contests! It's an excellent cover for my real
photographic interest.
Here's my phys ed observation routine: when the alarm goes off, I
step quickly to the window to make sure the visibility will allow
high-quality photography. Within a minute or so, I have my
camera set up and my binoculars focused on the shower area. As
the girls file in, I move quickly between binoculars and camera,
spotting a promising photo target, lining up a shot or two when
she's partly or wholly nude, and picking out another target while
the twenty or so young girls take showers and get dressed.
A good session will yield twenty snapshots; a poor one only one
or two. Over a normal day, I'll take more than a hundred.
Later, with my door carefully locked, I'll develop the film and
review the results. I've sprayed my sperm over many a "contact-
sheet" (direct prints of the 35mm negatives, with no blow-up),
but it's only the most spectacular shots which make it into my
secret photo album.
You see, I've lived by this school for six years now, so I would
be awash in photos of naked children. But I only keep the most
beautiful and exciting photographs. I enlarge, crop and mount
each photo carefully in an album carefully locked in a safe in my
closet. Although it sometimes almost breaks my heart, I shred
the proof sheets and negatives of less-successful photos so I can
be sure incriminating evidence of my hobby is carefully locked
away.
Over the years, I've developed my own specialized standards of a
truly exciting little girl photo. In truth, the sight of any
hairless pussy or the waggling, narrow butt of a prepubescent
girlchild are enough to stiffen my cock. But, for maximum long-
term enjoyment, I preserve only the rare and unusual photos.
Shooting up to a hundred frames a day, I manage to capture some
sights you might not believe actually take place in a Catholic
girls school locker room. These special moments may only happen
once a month; and I surely miss most of them. But my aim is to
make very special photographs --of young girls touching
themselves between the legs, of young teenage girls pinching or
playing with their budding breasts and nipples, and of girls
touching each other sexually.
It's interesting how different youngsters behave in a crowd.
Even in a group of seven-year-old second-graders, a few will be
body-shy, wrapping themselves in a towel as soon as they step out
of the shower, stepping quickly into their underwear to get
dressed, and spending as little time nude as possible. Others,
even when they're 17 or 18 years old, with bodies worthy of
centerfolds, seem to be totally oblivious to their nudity,
brushing their hair or chatting with their friends as if they
were standing on a street corner. Of course, in one sense, my
favorites are those who give me lots of opportunities to
photograph their nakedness. But I also enjoy getting a rare shot
of one of the shy ones in an unprotected moment.
Let me describe two of my favorite photos, so you can understand
the type of shot that makes it into my album:
1. In a blow-up that preserves the feeling and focus of a posed
shot, an absolutely gorgeous little girl, about ten years old,
sits on a dark green bench in front of her steel-gray locker,
her wet auburn hair in ropes across her creamy white
shoulders. Her pale-pink nipples are just pouting swellings
on her chest, only apparent because of the angled glare of
overhead fluorescent lights. Although she was one of the
"shy" girls, habitually covering her undeveloped body from the
view of her classmates, this photo catches her in an unguarded
moment of extreme, if unintended, sensuality. One of her feet
is on the floor and the other is on the bench beside her,
revealing the details of her upturned hairless crotch. She is
looking over her shoulder and away from the camera, to make
sure no one in the dressing room notices what she is about to
do. With one hand, she holds the gleaming, flushed-pink
petals of her damp pussy wide; in the other hand, she holds a
white towel. She is about to wipe her moist cunt slot, but I
have captured on film the fractional moment when she appears
to be opening her virginal pussylips just for me.
2. In a playful and colorful snapshot, two twelve-year old best
friends -- one blonde and one brunette -- stand side-by-side
but alone in the dressing room, having lagged behind while
others have scurried off to class. In front of the mirror,
they pose, holding their white blouses open, their
insubstantial bras pushed up above their pale, developing
breasts, contrasting with their Florida-brown stomachs and
chests. With exaggerated Madonna pouts on their round faces,
they push on the outsides of their little preteen boobies,
creating cleavage where none will appear naturally for several
years. Glowing in the glare of the incandescent bulbs over
the sinks, the blonde's pink nipples contrast excitingly with
the reddish nipples of her brunette friend. Although the
display is totally unselfconscious and only unintentionally
sexual, it gives me a powerful voyeuristic thrill to see these
developing children touch and expose themselves.
On the weekends, without live voyeuristic material available, I
generally content myself with masturbatory sessions, reviewing
the week's photos and producing carefully-cropped blow-ups of any
"keepers" for my album. When my writing deadline pressures are
minimal, I sometimes drive to a nearby beach area to take
naturalist photos -- one tropical bird for every twenty kiddy
crotches. With a telephoto lens, it's relatively easy to get
snapshots of little girls changing into and out of swimming
suits. In fact, if you're willing to wait long enough, you can
capture some pretty anatomical shots of girls as old as twelve or
thirteen pulling their suits (and their pussylips) aside to get
the sand out of their little slits.
But the sand and salt air wreak havoc with my expensive camera
equipment, so I used to do this as seldom as my gonads would
permit. Then one day I stumbled across something that has given
me a new weekend mission.
About a year ago, while taking my weekly "exercise-even-if-it's-
really-too-hot-and-humid-to-do-anything-but-drink-a-beer" walk in
a nearby park, I came to a hill which once overlooked a lovely
wild area. Like so much of southern Florida, however, the view
now featured a littered mobile home park. As usual, my immediate
thought was that, once moved from the factory to this site, none
of these flimsy boxes was ever again going to be "mobile." I was
about to continue my stroll when I spotted the flash of naked
flesh in one of the fenced "back yards" that abutted many of the
trailers.
Using my ever-present binoculars, I immediately confirmed that
three children -- apparently of Central American Indian heritage
-- were playing unclothed in the family compound. By walking
another 50 yards along the park path, then working my way through
some light undergrowth, I managed to find a sheltered spot, from
which I could see the small back yard clearly but could not be
seen from the park above.
There were two girls and a boy playing in a rain puddle in the
middle of a packed-dirt square. A skinny dog dozing in one
corner of the yard explained the fence. The boy looked about
five or six years old. The girls were older, but neither was yet
ten -- perhaps they were seven and nine years old.
I expected to see a few glimpses of chubby, hairless pussy and be
on my way. However, when I focussed my binoculars on the
children's crotches, I was excited to see each of them playing
with themselves! Squatting around the puddle of water, in that
impossible posture that only children and third-world adults can
perform, each child was playing with his/her own privates and
watching the others hotly. I couldn't believe what I had
stumbled across! My cock began to elongate as the older girl
reached a muddy hand to her brother's crotch to tickle his
quivering little boner. The younger girl's cunt was hidden by my
viewing angle, but the older one's was clearly visible, though
her own little fingers continually obscured my view.
The mystery of why children so young should be engaging in such
overt sex play was cleared up almost immediately. The children
turned their heads toward the trailer, in response to a sound I
couldn't hear. When I moved my binoculars to focus on the
trailer, I saw a young man, about sixteen years old, step down
onto the concrete-block step and into the yard. His Latino
appearance was unsurprising in a south Florida trailer park. He
might have been a neighbor, but I suspected he was an older
brother, responsible for caring for his younger siblings while
both his parents worked.
As the young man stepped into the shade next to the trailer, his
brother and sisters hurried to him. Before sitting down in a
makeshift chair of towels and blankets spread over an amorphous
mass of junk, the older brother casually opened his trousers and
extracted a stiffening penis! As he reclined on his junk pile
like a rajah on his throne, his younger siblings moved rapidly to
bring him to full erection.
Although my view was pleasantly blocked by squirming naked
bodies, I could tell that the three younger children were rubbing
their brother's dick and manipulating his testicles. I expected
to see them complete the job by masturbating him to ejaculation,
but I was in for an even bigger surprise.
In just a few moments, he began to lift the older girl onto his
lap. She clambered into position, leaning back on his chest and
putting her feet on the outside of his thighs. Her brother and
sister helped her get into position and began to spit on their
hands to lubricate their brother's six inches of twitching man-
meat. When her open, hairless pussy was positioned above her
brother's wet cock, the little girl slowly lowered herself onto
it! As I watched in astonishment, this nine-year-old child
impaled herself on an adult penis and began to bounce up and
down.
Exciting as this sight was, my heart nearly stopped when I moved
my binoculars to refocus on the other children. The five-year-
old boy was fucking his other sister! I longed for my super-
telephoto lens, since my binoculars just didn't reveal enough
detail. The tiny little girl was bent forward and the little boy
was humping her from behind. I couldn't decide which was more
exciting -- the nine-year-old fucking herself with an adult's
cock or the hairless connection of the two younger children.
Extracting my painfully hard cock from my pants, I stroked myself
to a blinding orgasm just as the older boy grabbed his sister
around the waist and began to slam her down on his cock,
evidently getting his rocks off a few moments after me. As I
squeezed the final drops from my own dick, the nine-year-old
stood to allow her brother's cock to retract from her child's
pussy.
The younger girl quickly moved to play with her older brother's
wilting penis, leaving her five-year-old brother standing nearby
with a tiny little hard-on. It appeared to me as though the
seven-year-old girl wanted to take her sister's place! But the
teenager was not interested, although I could see that he stuck
one of his fingers entirely inside his younger sister's pussy
while she rubbed his slime-covered cock.
Though I returned many times to my hiding place to observe this
family --and extended my search to other low-income trailer parks
-- I never again saw such a performance.
--
f his fingers entirely inside his younger sister's pussy
while she rubbed his slime-covered cock.
Though I returned many times to my hiding place to observe this
family --and extended my search to other low-income trailer parks
-- I never again saw such a performance.
--
My Nice Nieces - Chapter 2
As I said earlier, this story is ultimately about me and my beautiful
young nieces, Melinda and Marian. But first I need to tell you more
about my early sexual experiences with their mother, my sister ...
When she was about eleven (and I was about 9), my sister Lucy began to
develop breasts. At first, of course, she just had tiny swelling nipples,
but pretty soon she grew impressive projecting towers -- at first mostly
nipple flesh, but then growing further to include some underlying tissue as
well. By the time she was in the seventh grade, she had these two-inch
cones
poking out under her tee-shirts like thimbles glued to her chest. Maybe
it's
because I played with them and sucked on them so much when they were
growing,
but Lucy still has a nipple area which projects substantially from the curve
of her breast, even today, when her breasts are fully developed.
Naturally, I was educated in sexual matters the same way as all guys my
age -- by stealing peeks at Playboy, Gent and other such mags at the
nieghborhood 7-11 store. So I was extremely interested in my sister's
tits, even if her mammary development lagged behind the centerfolds.
I immediately extended our bathtub anatomical explorations to soapy
tittie-massages, which Lucy seemed to enjoy. Like the ridge at the
front of her pussy slit, my sister's tit-flesh reacted to my slippery
fingers by becoming somewhat rigid and resilient. And, also like when
I rubbed her clit, the harder her nipple-tissue got, the more Lucy enjoyed
my manipulations, pressing her chest excitedly into my hands and breathing
deeply.
Unfortunately, it was Lucy's breast development which put an end to our
brother-sister bathing, years after you would think our parents would have
stopped it. Although my Mom might never have separated us (she was more
interested in saving the hot water than avoiding the sexual contact), my
Dad vetoed it after seeing Lucy change her shirt one evening in front of
the ever-present TV. After staring hungrily at the exciting outline of
the swollen nipples on his daughter's chest, Dad pronounced that Lucy
was "growing up" and it was time she stopped bathing with her little
brother.
Denied our nightly opportunity for sexual groping, Lucy and I had to take
our gropes wherever we could find them. When you're a horny pre-adolescent,
opportunities are everywhere, even if few of them are really secure. So
my sister and I experimented with furtive rubbings of erectile flesh under
a blanket as we watched TV together, in our garage behind a stack of old
furniture, in the hall while watching through the upstairs window to make
sure our parents continued to work in the back yard, and deep in a thicket
of bushes in a vacant lot down the street.
Although the spontanaeity and danger of discovery lent their own spice to
these undercover explorations, they were far from leisurely. The best
times were in my bed on the evenings when Lucy was supposed to be "baby-
sitting" me. For fear that my parents might return unexpectedly, Lucy
would never disrobe; instead, she would wear an easy-access skirt (with
no panties) and a loose sweater (with no bra). I, on the other hand,
would get totally naked, ready to slip beneath the covers and shinny
into my underpants should our parents come home early.
Hovering over my skinny, pink body, my sister would work on my crotch with
both hands, rubbing baby lotion all over my stiff little prick, manipulating
my hairless balls, running a finger over and into my sensitive anus, and
sending me through the roof with those quivering feelings that never
resolved themselves into a real orgasm until I was about eleven.
Far from lying there passively, I would rummage around under Lucy's clothes,
touching her cunt, rubbing her pussy lips together, and tugging at her
hardening nipples. I learned to lick and suck those spongy cones until
they stood blood-engorged, quivering and wet.
Thinking about her developing titties reminds me of Lucy's friend Beth.
Beth was a redhead with that creamy white complexion and a sprinkling
of pale pink freckles across her nose. My sister knew I had a crush on
Beth and enjoyed teasing me about it. All that changed one morning when
Lucy returned from spending the night at Beth's house. When we could be
alone, Lucy told me breathlessly that Beth had nearly raped her!
Lucy said Beth had gotten them both naked up in her bedroom and had just
about gone crazy, sucking on Lucy's tits and making Lucy suck on hers,
rubbing Lucy's clit until it was almost raw to the touch, and jabbing
a big plastic vibrator in her own cunt while Lucy watched. As if this
weren't enough to drive me crazy with sex-soaked imagery, Lucy really
intrigued me when she told me Beth had these AMAZING tits, consisting
of inch-long projecting nipples atop half-orange mounds.
It took more that a little prodding, because Lucy was afraid Beth would
not be her friend if she knew that I knew about their sex-play. I got
tired of waiting for my sister to break the ice and just walked up to
Beth in the lunchroom and told her I was dying to suck her tits. At
first, I thought she would slap me, but ultimately, she just patted me
on the cheek and walked away. After talking to Lucy, though, and hearing
that I was sexually knowledgeable, Beth was willing to let me accompany
Lucy to her house after school one day. Once there, we had a soda, listened
to some records, and eventually got Beth to raise her sweater and let me
and Lucy lick and suck a long, stiff nipple apiece, while Beth's fingers
made wet noises inside her underwear.
As the years went by, Lucy and I progressed to sucking each other off,
and that went on into our late adolescence, when she or I would come back
from a date horny and unsatisfied. My sister had the greatest mouth I ever
fucked and she told me she enjoyed the tongue-lashings I would give her.
For some reason, Lucy and I never fucked. Maybe it was some kind of
rudimentary incest taboo. But when she got married, my dick and I were
in mourning for six months.
Years after she had married and left home and I was in college, Lucy
teased me about my womanless estate, giving me flashes of her tits and
crotch when her husband wasn't around and teasing me about my resulting
hard-on. I usually enjoyed these little games too, because my sister
was one great looking woman. A glimpse of her bulging breast or one of
her long nipples was generally enough to supply me with fantasy material
for a good masturbation session later that evening back in my dorm room.
Then, one hot, South Florida afternoon, my sister's teasing drove me over
the edge. Lucy was about six months pregnant with the baby who would
become my neice and sex-toy, Melissa. Lucy wearing one of her husband's
old V-neck tee-shirts and a pair of tight athletic shorts. From the
outline of her pregnancy-enlarged breasts beneath the thin cotton and
the way those shorts displayed the crack below her swollen tummy, I knew
she was wearing nothing else.
With a half-smile that showed she knew exactly what she was doing, my
sister interrupted our conversation in her living room to bend forward
again and again to pick up her drink from the floor, allowing the shirt
to drop away and reveal her swollen, dangling breasts.
After my second beer, something snapped inside me. When Lucy next bent
forward and looked up to make sure I was watching her display, she gulped
in amazement, as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and extracted my rigid nine-
inch cock. With my sister hotly watching my every move, I slowly jerked
myself off in the middle of her living room carpet, finally squirting
rivers of cum while staring her straight in the eye.
I know Lucy felt sorry for me. And I know the sight of her brother's
throbbing, ejaculating meat made her hot as blazes. I could see her nipples
knot beneath her thin tee-shirt and I could see the damp spot spreading in
the crotch of her shorts. With my half-hard, dripping cock still hanging
from my fly, I stood up and stepped in front of her as she sprawled on
the couch. As her eyes widened, I reached slowly into the top of my
brother-in-law's shirt to grasp my sister's projecting nipples. As my
fingers closed on her quivering tit-flesh, Lucy moaned in defeat, darting
her head forward to engulf the slimy end of my big cock.
Within a half-minute, I had her stripped and reversed on the couch, with
her head dangling backward off the seat so I could thrust my dick deep down
her throat. Her hips were against the back of the couch, elevating her
cunt to a height where I could easily lean forward to savage her gaping
slit with my mouth. Supporting myself with one hand, I used the other to
tweak her swollen nipples, lashing her clitoris repeatedly with the raspy
surface of my tongue.
It was like we were teenagers again, as I gushed my second orgasm deep into
my sister's gullet while biting her pussy lips as she thrashed into a
continuous stream of climaxes beneath me.
From that day onward, we resumed our incestuous relationship. And I became
somewhat more accepting of her marriage. Of course, if I'd known then that
her marriage would produce my hot little neices, Melissa and Marian, I would
have cheered!
--
accepting of her marriage. Of course, if I'd known then that
her marriage would produce my hot little neices, Melissa and Marian, I would
have cheered!
--