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A MATTER OF PERSPECTIVE (Mg, Fg, Pedo,Young Teen Oral)
Part I
I recall during my youth the time my sister and I were caught fucking.
We had been happily screwing ourselves silly (as much as a nine and
ten-year-old could) until we got busted by our mom. It felt pretty good,
and I remember not thinking what we were doing was either good or bad.
But, when we got caught, I got my ass beat pretty good and was told never
to do such a horrible thing again.
We did, but this isn't my point right now. I remember when asking my
mother why it was wrong and getting the age-old answer, "Because it is."
Making the mistake of asking my father, instead of getting the answer I was
looking for, I got another beating. Hmm! Not very smart of me, but I
wanted an answer.
In the neighborhood I grew up in, incest between brothers and sisters
was pretty much par for the course and, yes, even between brothers in some
cases. To us, it was fun; most of us knew if we ever got caught by an
adult, our asses were grass, but I'm sure everyone reading this knows the
greater the risk, the greater the excitement.
Anyway, it was years before I finally found out exactly why incest was
wrong, learned there were religious and social ramifications concerning it.
In the intervening years, learning what motivated them to do it and the
results of their actions I talked to a lot of people who'd had incestuous
relationships of many kinds.
More often than not, it was something that happened once or twice and
was forgotten. Sometimes, there was some emotional damage - but this was
more of an exception.
Examining sex between parents and their children, I can easily recall
my
father helping himself to the same sister I was joyfully doing way back
then. Getting bold, years later I asked my sister about those times and
learned it was her idea from the beginning. My father had been reluctant,
but she was able to break him down and they got it on. Then, really
getting bold, I asked my father about it. When he finally found his voice,
his explanation was confusing.
Speaking about his needs getting mixed up for his love for my sister,
he
explained it didn't happen because he didn't love or want my mother, they
fucked like rabbits. His final words were along the line of people being
people.
Almost done, so bear with me a little longer, please.
All grown up now, I have three children. When my second child came
along, a girl, I knew something could happen between our first (a boy) and
the new little girl and I had to decide right there in the delivery room
how I was going to handle it. Through my "studies," I learned the more you
try to prevent it, the more of a chance it has of happening; but allowing
it to happen could prove harmful in the long run. What do I do?
By handing out some ass whippings, do I handle the matter in the way my
parents did, or do I sit the kids down and try to explain the deal to them?
Simply, I had already decided not to beat them for it.
Our last child was about 7 or 8 when it happened. My wife was out with
her mother and I was doing the daddy thing, watching the kids. They were
in the boys' room playing noisily and if I could hear them, everything was
cool and I wasn't worried. At what point they got quiet or for how long
it
was I don't remember but I noticed it and went to check on them. Peeking
into the room, I saw my little girl Cassandra was spread out naked before
her equally naked brothers, Aaron and Jason! One was busy humping away on
her, the other getting sucked. Amused and angry at the same time, I pushed
the anger away before dealing with them.
Walking into the room and clearing my throat, expecting them to jump out
of their skins; to my surprise, they stopped and just looked at me as if
saying, "What?" I told them to get dressed and when they did, I sat them
down and asked them if they knew what they were doing. As you can expect,
let alone if they should answer the question, I got blank looks because
they weren't sure how to answer.
"We were just playing," said Aaron, my oldest, and I calmly nodded. As
simply as I could, I proceeded to tell them what the deal was and how much
trouble they could get in. They were surprised to learn their playing was
considered to be wrong and it was at this moment I realized rightness
and/or wrongness was a matter of perspective.
If you are doing something wrong and you don't know it until told later,
does it still make it wrong? Taking years to drive the point home,
explaining it to them was the hardest thing I ever did and thinking I
didn't know, they still indulged themselves. Keeping a very close eye on
things, I decided to let it go away on its own while and without any
mishaps, it eventually went away.
All during this time, I'd sit them down and explain to them what was
what. During one such discussion, my now 13-year-old daughter stood up and
said "It's my body, isn't it? If I want to let Aaron or Jason do me, then
what's the problem?" She said she'd rather learn it at home and not out on
the street and if she had a choice, she'd take home any time. Bold, huh?
Logically, Cassandra's argument was sound: As an individual, had the
right to choose. Morally, well, it was obvious - despite the detailed
explanations - they didn't have much in the way of problems with it. But,
followed by a short lesson in genetics, when I added the pregnancy issue
to
the discussion, it took care of things from that point on, but from them,
I
learned that even forbidding such things to happen didn't stop it from
happening. Beating them wouldn't solve anything and, in today's society,
would get me jailed for child abuse.
What are your thoughts, readers?
Part II
Continuing from there, if I may, I'd like to begin by asking the fathers
out there a rhetorical question: What do you do and/or say when your ten
year old daughter tells you she loves you and wants to marry you. And have
your children?
Of all the things I expected from my children, I didn't expect this one!
Wise in her own right, taking this to mean I should expect the worse and
be
surprised when the worse never showed up, my mother once told me parenting
is easier if you leave room in your thinking/expectations for your children
to make mistakes.
With this in mind, from the moment she was born, and because I used to
be one of those guys myself, I knew one day boys would be knocking on my
door with one thought on their minds: Get the booty! But being prepared
for incest between my children and boys chasing my daughter and one day
getting to her? I wasn't prepared for this!
In her mind, this was the ultimate show of affection she was capable of
thinking of, and I was touched by the love felt in her announcement. I
wound up explaining we could never marry or have children together because,
well, it is illegal to do so and there would be a lot of trouble - but
thanks for the well-intended feelings. Going about her business, she
seemed to accept this simple explanation, leaving me to ponder my actions
in this matter, did I handle it well without hurting her feelings?
Assuring myself I had, the matter was filed away.
A couple of years go by and my now-routine discussions with the kids are
proving to be quite beneficial. Wishing my own parents had bothered to
explain how the world worked to me in as much detail as I did and without
pulling any punches, after every such discussion, I'd reflect upon them.
Covering topics like preferences, anatomy, pregnancy, and STD's, in
having to deal with their incestuous activities, I had stumbled upon the
perfect way to educate them about sex in general. With the boys, pointing
them out for them lest they fall into the same frame of thinking I fell
victim to, I'd talk about some of the misconceptions I grew up with.
Letting them know you really didn't go blind or grow hair on your palms,
we
discussed masturbation and various techniques involved! This subject was
also discussed with their sister and I even provided her with a vibrator.
Well, all of this was well-received, except for a matter of privacy.
Because they could now masturbate openly and at their leisure, it got
interesting whenever one went looking for the other and unintentionally
walked in on their private autoerotic session! Had to lay down a new set
of rules - knock first and wait for a response before entering! Took a
while before it really set in, but eventually everyone was happy.
I came home from work one day and clearly angry about something, Cass
runs up to me. "Whoa! What's up?" I asked.
After regaining her calm, she said, "Aaron and Jason keep bothering me
about doing 'it' and they won't take no for an answer!"
"Doing...? Oh! Go get them. Now."
Waiting until they were all present, while waiting, I flushed my anger
at this. Not angry because they were hitting on her, it was because they
didn't seem to want to respect her rights in the matter and I wanted to
know why.
Sitting them down, I calmly explained to Aaron and Jason, "Look, guys,