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The following story is pure fiction, the product of the imagination of the
author. It is also the sole property of the author and is protected by
copyright law. No part may be reposted for profit.
The following story contains sexually explicit text, if reading such
writings violates your moral senses or if you are not legally of an age to
read such things, then get the hell out of here fast. If your national or
local law prohibits the viewing of such materials, move as soon as you can
get an exit visa.
Intro,
My name is Eleanor Jones; I am a 36-year-old suburban divorced woman. From
the outside, my life would seem very normal, but that is only because I am
very good at hiding my personal life, I always have been. My life has been
anything but normal though, and maybe that is why I found myself where I was
this morning when the sun came up: lying naked in my bed with my 15 year old
son naked beside me, and my 13 year old daughter naked on the other side of
me, cuddled up and leaking her brother's sperm all over my hip.
I am compelled to tell my story, and I am going to try to tell it in story
form, instead of just quick skims of events and people.
Ch 1
I guess it all started when I was only eight years old. My older brother
Jack was eleven, and we used to sneak off to his room whenever we could to
play doctor. It was nothing more than any other kids had ever done, looking,
poking, touching. Just playing doctor, checking out the differences between
boys and girls. My brother was two and a half years older than I was, but
it was not a case of him forcing me to do anything, he never forced me to do
anything. We were just playing our naughty game.
One day, when I was almost nine, my little sister Celia caught Jack and I
playing. We were ion his room and we were both naked and I was pulling on
Jack's penis. It was all hard, and I liked to play with it almost as much as
I liked to be touched myself. Cecee came in and caught us. We tried our best
to get her to shut up about it, and she said she would keep it a secret. She
was only seven though, and we should have known better than to trust her.
She told our mother within an hour.
I was a bit surprised that mom didn't get upset. She told Cecee that she
would talk to us, and that she should drop it. She did talk to us too, sat
both of us down on Jack's bed and questioned what we were doing. When she
found out we were just playing doctor, she didn't seem to be too worried
about it. She seemed to emphasize that as long as it was "Just" looking and
touching, then we should make sure that Cecee didn't get involved cause she
was too young to play those games.
She did want to talk to each of us separately though, and she told Jack to
go to her room so she could talk with him. I went back out to the living
room, and Cecee looked so smug, as if she was saying "Ha ha, you got in
trouble." I didn't even bother to tell her we weren't in trouble; I just
stuck my tongue out at her.
After a few minutes, Jack came out and said mom wanted to talk to me, so I
went down the hall to her room. I didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't
all that bad. Mom said she wanted to talk to me about things, since I was
starting to play around with "Sex".
I think my face got red because mom told me to relax. It was that day that
I found out how babies were made. Mom wanted me to know so I didn't do
anything that would get me in trouble. I was amazed, but I knew I didn't
want to do anything to get pregnant, not that I could have at that age
anyway.
She told me about how babies grow inside their mommies bellies, which I
knew, but then she told me about how they get started, about the egg, and
the period, and how a daddy would put his penis inside the mommy's vagina
and squirt his stuff in there to make the egg become a baby. She told me
that she had told Jack that he was not to try to do that with me, period,
and if he tried I was to tell her. We could look and touch all we wanted if
we were curious, but that was a big no-no.
That was the start of it, I guess. Mom knowing that we were playing, and not
being upset. She and I had always been close, and kids are with their
mothers, but that started a much closer bond between us that continues to
this day. I could talk to her about anything, even sex.