I don’t know why, but from time to time, I feel like writing something intensely personal....almost private....but obviously not quite! This happened when I had just turned 17. It was a mixture of something I’d heard my parents do, something a friend had told me about at school, and it culminated in me masturbating. I felt very guilty about this for a long time. I still do, as a matter of fact. Maybe this will exorcise it.
My house is very big. My parents room is next to mine, and owing to the sheer size of the bedrooms, it echos. Sounds can be heard easily. I guess from about the age of 13, I’d realized that to make me, my brother and my sister, my parents must have done ‘it’. I also knew that they didn’t have to have a baby every time they did “it”. So that meant they did it for pleasure. Sometimes, I would hear noises from their room. Rhythmic bed springs, or maybe a headboard banging on the wall. Sometimes even suppressed moaning. When I was 17, I had a really good friend two years older than me. Her name was Jenny, and she was, to my mind then, something of a goddess. She was beautiful, sexy, mature, nothing phased her, and I was very much in awe of her. One day, she told me and another friend of how she had seen her dad come out of the bathroom, stark naked and sporting a full on erection. She said “I saw his cock, all hard and almost angry looking. I just felt my pussy almost jump, and in that second, I just wanted him inside me.” Then came one night when I heard my parents talking about me. Mum was saying how I was growing up and would soon have a boyfriend. Dad was saying mum needed to have a talk to me because wandering round the house topless wasn’t a good idea. And I wondered if I was having an effect on him. No, I didn’t want him to fuck me, or anything like that. I just wondered if my body was making him have an erection. That led to me thinking about Jenny’s dad, and how an erect cock had to fit inside to make a baby. That meant the woman had to spread her legs.....remember....we are all told how naughty that is. That night, before bed, I had spread my legs wide, imagining a man with an erection advancing on me and pulling my panties to one side and sticking it in me. I didn’t masturbate as such, but oh, the dream! In the dream, I had heard mum and dad doing it. I had got up and gone to their door and peered through the keyhole. Mum was lying on her back on the floor so he could really give it to her without the bed rattling. She had her knees up and her feet over his back. He was fucking her fast until she came. Then, in the dream, he was suddenly outside on the landing. I lay down in front of him and spread my legs and he entered me. I woke up in that very instant. Alarmed at the dream but oh, so turned on! So turned on that I held the image in my head while I brought myself off. I even whispered “oh...daddy...” a few times. Yeah I know....disgusting huh? But I have to admit, the orgasm was stupendous. Kate lives alone with her dad, and she has intimated.....just intimated....that she ‘takes care of him’. By the way she said it, I think there may be more than just doing some housework. The thing is, the thought turns me on. When I was 17, we had a family reunion which meant that even our six bedroomed house was full to bursting. I had to bunk down with my brother. Now, nothing happened, but one morning, I woke to find him kinda spooned behind me, and I felt his erection against my bum. I was wearing a tshirt and panties like usual, and he was fast asleep. But......but I felt his erect cock nuzzling right against my hole. The only thing between it and me was my panties. I didn’t immediately move away. In fact, I pressed back a couple of times, just for the thrill of it. His arm flopped over me and landed on my tit which made me push back harder. I moved away after that partly because it’s weird, but partly because I must admit I was getting way too turned on. Sometimes even today when I thunk about it, I wonder what would have happened if my panties hadn’t been covering me properly. What if one of the pushes I made cause it to slip inside me. Would,I have stopped? I’d like to think I would, but in all honesty....I’m really not sure. Jenny says that Male sibling.....well....you love them and you’re close to them......it’s not the biggest step in the world......but on the other hand it’s like Soooo Wrong, right? Over Christmas we have another house full, and again, I’m bunking down with my brother. My sister will have her fiancé in with her, and my brothers is the only other room. Maybe I’ll sleep on the floor this time.
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