Author: one1000kinks
Title: Diary of a sex addict - chapter 1

Summary: A childhood story where a boy gets to peek through a hole in the wall and see more than he should about what goes bump in the night.

Keywords:  MF Mg cons non-con pedo lolita reluc coer inc father dau 1st oral mast voy

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex and sex with minors. This is important. it's not OK to have sex with children, fantasy is one thing but you have to be retarded to act on it. it destroys lives and you don't want that on your shoulders. Got it? good. read on...

 
First posted 12/10/2010
 
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I was the youngest of three a boy with two older sisters. We lived in a smallish kind of a house but it seemed huge to me as a kid. Everyone slept downstairs in the basement I with my own room at the bottom of the stairs and further down the hall a great room without doors which my sisters slept in, on bunk beds and further still on the far side of that room the bedroom door to my parents room.
A long standing story in our household was that it was haunted, that's neither here nor there other than the fact that often you could hear footsteps around the house both upstairs and down many nights of the week.
Before I was born my sisters had been given roller skates as a Christmas present which is only relevant because they were soon taken away because while my sisters could skate they couldn't stop very well so more than a few places in our basement near the floorboards there were holes in the walls about as big as a roller skates toe.
It was this little detail that I used to my advantage to solve the mystery of the ghost in the house. Well at least partly. I still believe the house is haunted to this day but I know for a fact that some of those footsteps were my fathers. You see late in the middle of the night when he would get up to use the bathroom he wouldn't always go back to bed. I know this because I wasn't always asleep or was a light sleeper one of the two. Sometimes he would go straight back to bed but often he would stand still at the end of the hall just by my door looking into my sisters room. I figured out or at least I think I have that he was probably listening for restless sleepers like my mom and probably listening for rhythmic breathing by everyone to make sure everyone was asleep.
As soon as he would head to their bunk beds I would creep out of my bed and take my position on the cold floor near the skate toe hole that let me see my sisters entire room like a dark movie theater.
my oldest sister who was probably around 12 or 13 at the time slept on top and the younger one three years her junior slept on bottom. for the record I was four years younger than my middle sister.
A lot of time my dad didn't mess with the top bunk much, though he would usually start out by sliding one hand under the covers and rubbing around while at the same time using his other hand to slowly rub his exposed dick.
For a long time I didn't really understand what it was all about, I only had a general gut feeling that he wasn't supposed to be doing that and that because my mom was never around for it she probably wouldn't approve. I have to wonder as an adult though how she never knew... Me thinks she turned a blind eye or something like that.
His hand didn't move around wildly under the blanket or at least from my vantage point I couldn't see much other than I noticed her feet were always twitching around when he'd been at it a while and the subtle sounds of breathing would change by him or her or both, i'm not really sure.
When his dick was really big and hard he would often sit down on the lower bunk and slide his hand under the covers there too. Always in the same position always with his back to the head of the bed, maybe this made it easier for him to keep one hand rubbing his dick while the other could massage around under the covers.
My other sister was much more animated and I had a better view since the bed was really low to the ground and not far from my peep hole. I could barely make out in the dim light that it didn't take long for her to spread her legs wide under the covers and my dad would move his hand up and down his dick much faster. Sometimes he would just cum like that and go back to bed, sometimes she would kick off the covers after a while. I wish there was more than just a night light on during those times cause I couldn't see everything that was going on but I could hear wet sounds and soft of see his hand was very busy between her legs but never moving far from her crotch.
This happened at least once a week sometimes more if he was home at night a lot that week and eventually the routine changed so that after a while of that same routine he would bend his head down into her crotch and keep it there a long time. They never really made much noise but I could tell she was trying not to make noise cause sometimes some would slip out and she seemed like she was always trying to hold her breath. Her feet would move around a lot and her toes were always wiggling around and curling while her hips would move around in circles.
This was sometimes followed by him sitting up and sitting perfectly still again for a while which I supposed he was listening again. Then she would get out of bed and straddle his lap facing him and hold up her night gown. He would use one hand on her waist to move her around while she half stood half straddled his lap and with his other hand I could only sort of see wrapped around his dick he would make small circles between her legs or make the tip of his dick go back and forth from her butt cheeks back out of sight towards him. They would do this for a little while then he would try to pull her downwards every so often.
It could have been days or weeks or even months for all I know before I got to catch this show again after those first few times but when I did wake up and get into position I vividly remember everything unfolding like it was a re-run, he would molest my oldest sister under the covers for a while then move down to the next bunk and touch my next oldest sister a little before pulling down her covers and putting his face on her pussy. What was different about her straddling his lap was that he didn't stop at just rubbing his dick around between her legs. He was more urgent about pulling her down on him and soon although it was sort of dark in the room I could see his fat dick disappearing between her legs where her butt cheeks came together and even as a kid it made funny feelings in my belly to watch the skin between her legs stretch around in a tight O ring while his dick slid up inside her.
The night light reflected off his shiny dick so I could tell it was wet, as a grown up I imagine it was a combination of his saliva, her pussy, and his precum most likely. and as if it were in slow motion his dick would slowly disappear about half way into her while she held on with her arms around his neck and her hips would grind and roll around and twitch on his cock. This never lasted very long, she was so small that he was basically picking her up and setting her down on his lap until he stopped with her down and sort of twitched his hip up into her while he made grunting noises.
They would sit there for a sec all quiet then she would get back in her bed and he would stick his face in between her legs again for a little bit before covering her up and heading back to his room. 