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This material is not PORNOGRAPHY but is a 'first-person',  
semi-documentary, written in explicit sexual terms.  The 
text may carry descriptions of scenes and conversations 
of a what may be HIGHLY CONTROVERSIAL and OFFENSIVE subjects.

ANY PERSON LIKELY TO BE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC ACCOUNTS OF 
SEXUAL ACTS, INCEST, UNDER-AGE SEX, BESTIALITY, etc.  MUST 
NOT READ THIS MATERIAL!!!

NO ONE  UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN MUST READ THIS 
MATERIAL WITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT.

DO NOT read this material if your local or state laws do
not permit it.

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MARY 1950-58 
 
As long as I can remember, we always took baths together.  Mary would sit at 
the back, I was in the middle and Betty was nearest the facet.  Mother would 
wash Betty's and my hair while Mary would do her own, because she was the 
oldest.  Mother would leave before rinsing our hair to do something else and 
during that time we all would "style" our shampooed hair into tails and horns 
an await mother's return.  
 
I can remember what happened one evening: 
 
I turned my back towards Betty so she could do some outrageous doo on my 
hair and faced Mary, who was four years older than I.  She was about twelve 
years old then.  Her skin was somewhat darker and she had jet-black hair.  She 
lifted her hips out of the bath water and pulled her vaginal lips apart exposing 
her pussy to plain view.  Since Betty was busy with my hair and I blocked her 
view, I was the only one to see my older sister's charms. 
 
Mary's opening was glistening with bath water and suds.  There were wisps of 
black hair around the top and just below this was her clitoris which she called 
her "nub".  She then rubbed it gently with her index finger and smiled at me.  
Her nipples were hard and tiny and her breasts were rather small but already 
starting to curve upwards in maturity. 
 
Betty wanted me to style her hair now, and afraid of being caught staring at 
Mary, I reluctantly turned around and started on her hair.  I felt Mary's hand 
come around the right side and slide down my tummy and grasp my already 
hard penis.  She slid her fingers around the shaft and down to my balls and 
back up again, then concentrated on my foreskin and cockhead.  Warmth 
rushed through my crotch as my little cock jerked around feverishly.  I could 
feel her other hand busily stroking her pussy behind me.  At the sound of 
mother's footsteps in the hallway, everything stopped. 
 
Betty leaned backwards under the facet as mother rinsed the shampoo from her 
hair.  Her slippery, hairless pussy with its puffy lips was fully exposed for all to 
see, and I didn't miss the opportunity.  She was twenty-one months younger 
than I, but didn't seem the least bit interested in what Mary and I had been 
doing.  In fact, she never took part in any of it. 
 
It was my turn to rinse, and by this time my little pecker had softened enough 
not to look suspicious.  I knew Mary was staring at my bare, hairless penis 
knowing she had stroked it to an erection just moments before.  I could feel the blood pulse 
into my 
penis as it started to swell at just the though of it.  I hoped mother wouldn't 
notice. 
 
Then Mary leaned back under the facet to rinse her hair, again exposing her 
pussy and purposefully pushing her chest out to draw my attention to her young 
breasts.  Mary didn't always bathe with us; usually only about two or three 
times a week.  But when she did, it usually meant something special for me. 
 
Mary and I had been sexually involved with each other as long as I can 
remember.  I used to come home from kindergarten and Mary would take me 
upstairs and help mother change me into my play clothes.   
 
Very often, mother would leave Mary do this by herself and I can remember 
what usually happened then: 
 
  We wrestled and tickled each other until she finally had me undressed to my 
underwear.  She squeezed and rubbed my little penis until it hardened and then 
pulled my underwear down to my ankles.  Then she stroked my shaft and 
pinched the head until it was red, sometimes rubbing it on her chest and face.  
All this time, she had her hand in her panties rubbing herself.  This happened 
at least three times a week throughout kindergarten and perhaps even before 
that. 
 
In first grade I could change my own clothes, but then Mary started bringing 
her own clothes into the bedroom and the ritual would continue.  Sometimes 
she would straddle me and push her crotch against my little penis and rock 
back and forth, but not often because we were expected to be done soon. 
 
Mary was always a loving sister, hugging and kissing me, but also quite a tease.  
She would take me shopping and to the movies with her, even when she went 
with her girlfriends.  When we got home, she would hug and kiss me on my 
face and neck and praise me for what a good brother I was.  That affection was 
also expressed during our sexual encounters and made those times very 
pleasurable and comforting. 
 
She would say, "Now don't tell anyone about this or I'll not give you hugs and 
kisses anymore." 
 
I was more desirous of the affection than the physical feeling, so I absolutely 
told no one. 
 
In the summer of my second grade (1956) we were at our lake cottage for the 
weekend.  That night Mary, Betty and went to bed as usual and mother and dad 
stayed up to read and watch TV downstairs.  I must have fallen asleep because 
the next thing I remembered was Mary shaking me.  She and Betty shared a 
double bed in the same room.  Mary said she was cold and wanted me to sleep 
with them for awhile.  I sleepily got up and followed her to bed and snuggled 
up to Mary.  Soon she was fondling my penis and balls and kissing me.  She 
took my hand and place it on her crotch. 
 
It was incredibly warm and wet.  She moved my hand down to her slit and 
asked me to rub her "little nub".  I obediently moved my hand up and down like 
I had watched her do many times, but sensing my clumsiness, she put her hand 
over mine, pushed it into her slit, and gently stroked both our hands against her 
pussy.  Her hips swayed against our hands and she stroked my little cock a little 
faster than usual.  Her eyes stared at the ceiling ignoring everything else. 
 
Then she released my cock and my hand and told me to roll over on top of her.  
It was rather awkward for me, but she kept pulling me on top anyway, then 
spread her legs and put her arms around me, pushing against my bottom.  I 
could feel the warmth of her body, which was a little sweaty by now.  She asked 
me to kiss her nipples and arched slightly to present them to me.  I gave each 
nipple a sweet peck and looked at her for approval.  She kissed me on the 
mouth pushing hard against my lips and released. 
 
"Do that to my nipples, little brother," she whispered. 
 
Mary was four-and-half-years older that I making her eleven and in the sixth 
grade.  Her breasts were small but a perfect mouthful for her little brother.  I 
kissed and sucked on each one feeling her hard, little nipples with my tongue.  
Her breathing became faster and she reached between us and played with my 
cock which was quite wet and slippery by now. 
 
Her body was moving and pushing underneath me and she kept encouraging 
me, "You're such a good little brother.  I'm going to give you lots of hugs and 
kisses after this." 
 
After that night, Mary took me everywhere with her all summer.  She stuck up 
for me when I got into trouble (which was often) and bought me candy every 
time we went someplace.  She eventually taught me how to swim that summer, 
fondling my little hard-on under the water all the time. 
 
We continued playing with each other for the next two years, sometimes with 
Mary on top.  I didn't have a clue as to the pleasure I was giving her, but I also 
like it.  Sometimes our cousins would visit us from Ohio and soon I was doing 
it with my first cousin, Nancy, who was just a year younger than Mary. 
 
We would get into bed together and Mary and Nancy would take turns feeling 
and stroking my little cock.  Their hands were also busy with their own 
crotches, sometimes crossing over me and feeling each other and moaning.  
Then I would be pulled on top of one of them, sometimes kissing them on the 
mouth, then their nipples.  They would play with my hard little cock down by 
their pussy for awhile, then I would get on top of the other one and do the same 
thing. 
 
Eventually I caught on to the motion and rhythm that brought them so much 
pleasure.  As soon as we were moving together, they would stop playing with 
my cock, grab my bottom and rub hard against me.  After they were both done, 
well that was pretty much it.  They would cover me with hugs and kisses and 
squeeze my we, little cock a couple of times, then go to sleep of get dressed.  I 
would leave feeling I had done something good for them. 
 
On Thanksgiving of 1958, I was in third grade when we had our family reunion 
at a place six blocks from our house.  Mother asked Mary to take Betty and I 
home, get our baths and tuck us into bed.  All the usual playing went on with 
Mary in the bathroom.  She tucked Betty in first and then took me to bed with 
her where she gave me a really long, hard kiss on the mouth.  I knew we were 
going to start our playing.  After fondling me for awhile, I got on top of her and 
she spread her legs to let me in between.  We started rocking and pushing and I 
suckled her breasts, which she liked very much. 
 
Mary was twelve now and her breasts had started to enlarge and curve upwards 
making it difficult to get all of one in my mouth.  They jiggled around as we 
rocked and her nipples became hard and slippery.  Suddenly, Mary wanted me 
to stop, but gripped my bottom so tightly I couldn't move away.  I though she 
might be done, but she just held me tightly with her with her eyes squeezed 
shut. 
 
She put her hand down by our crotches and felt my cock and said, "Oh, you a 
such a good little brother!" 
 
She kept her hand down there and rocked harder than ever, wrapping her legs 
around me.  I had never seen her like that before and I was a little frightened 
that something was wrong.  She was grunting and gasping for air.  Then she 
looked straight into my eyes with a blank, glazed stare and a long moan came 
from her throat.  Her rocking lessened a little, but she continued moaning with 
each stroke, then fell motionless, still breathing hard. 
 
She opened her eyes and smiled at me and covered my face, neck and chest 
with kisses.  She still held on tightly to my bottom and had her legs clasped 
around me.  We laid there for what seemed a long time, Mary rubbing my back 
and bottom, me patiently waiting while my cock withered into limpness.  
Something nice had happened and I was part of it...and I wanted to continue 
whatever I had done to make Mary that happy. 
 
I didn't have to wait long.  The next evening we bathed as usual, washing our 
hair, rinsing off, and getting ready for bed.  This is when I knew something 
special was going to happen because Mary was a little bolder than usual, 
exposing her pussy to me, outright fondling me in the presence of our little 
sister, Betty. 
 
Mary asked mother if she could read us a story and put us to bed that night, 
which she did.  When she tucked me in, she squeezed my limp penis and told 
me to sleep well and gave me a long kiss on my lips.  What seemed to be in the 
middle of the night, I was awakened by Mary snuggling against me fondling 
my cock which was hard.  Her other hand was rubbing her pussy and she was 
rocking against me. 
 
When I had fully wakened, she pulled me on to of her and spread her legs.  She 
reached down and rubbed my cock against her slit and told me she was rubbing 
her nub with my cockhead instead of her finger.  After a while, she spread her 
legs even wider apart and scooted down into the bed and told me to hold still 
and that she was going to put my penis into her slit "like we were lovers".  She 
then pushed my bottom and my little erection slipped into her pussy.  She 
moaned a little, but was quick to reassure me that this makes her feel very good 
and asked me to keep pushing. 
 
Almost immediately she started rocking and moaning just like the night before.  
It didn't take me long to rock with her rhythm.  She let go of my cock and 
clasped on to my bottom.  Her rhythm increased as did her moaning and 
breathing. 
 
"Faster, little brother, faster," she breathed.  So I went faster and watched her 
face grimace and contort. 
 
She squeezed her eyes shut, then arched against me, still rocking, her body 
stiff.  I could hardly move my body to continue the rocking she was holding me 
so tightly.  The she let out her breath, smiled at me and covered me with kisses, 
still rocking and hugging.  She promised me she would go slower next time. 
 
There were many more time after that.  Unfortunately, I still had no idea what 
had pleasured Mary so much, but I just kept doing it. 
 
Our cousin, Nancy, also seemed very pleased at this new sexual experience, but 
seemed to be afraid at first.  In fact, we did it the old way several times before 
Nancy actually pushed my little cock into her.  Then she seemed to be satisfied 
that everything was all right because we didn't do it the old way after that. 
 
Nancy was different than Mary in that she didn't kiss me as much and wanted 
me off of her quicker when she was done.  She was also quiet when we did it, 
but she always smiled and hugged me when she was through.  Sometimes she 
would smile and wink at me during the day, especially at supper, so I knew she 
liked it too. 

                                                                                                                                                          

Part 2


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This material is not PORNOGRAPHY but is a 'first-person',  semi-
documentary, written in explicit sexual terms.  The text carries 
descriptions of scenes and conversations of a what may be 
HIGHLY CONTROVERSIAL and OFFENSIVE subjects.
ANY PERSON LIKELY TO BE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC ACCOUNTS OF 
SEXUAL ACTS, INCEST, UNDER-AGE SEX, BESTIALITY, etc.  MUST 
NOT READ THIS MATERIAL!!!

NO-ONE  UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN MUST READ THIS 
MATERIALWITHOUT PARENTAL CONSENT.

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!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED : YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!
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MARYANN 1959-62  (A)

Mary and I enjoyed our relationship throughout my fourth and fifth grade.  
I wanted to know if other boys did these things with their sisters, but Mary 
reminded me that it was all right.

"These things are for lovers," she explained.  "We can do this because we're 
special.  I was satisfied that everything was OK.

I tried playing with some of the neighborhood girls, most of them were Betty's 
friends.  Gayla and Sherri would play with me in our garage and basement 
where I would rub their crotches and lay on top of them.  They mostly just 
giggled and squirmed around and tried to play the mother and father roles, not 
really getting into the same level as Mary and I.

Sometimes, one of my friends, Denny, would let me watch his sister, Theresa, 
undress.  We would play with our little cocks and talk about how we were going 
to screw them.  Denny said he and Terri sometimes played with each other's 
crotches when they took a bath together.

Another one of my friends, Bruce, and I would compare our cock sizes as we 
grew up.  He was uncircumcised and would roll his cockhead out of his skin 
when he got hard.  We would watch his aunt, who was ten years older, through 
the cracks of the heating vent in his house.  We watched her bathe and pee a 
lot.

On New Year's Eve 1959, Betty and I stayed up until midnight when dad shot 
his gun.  They were having a party so Mary had to put us to bed.  After 
Betty was in bed, Mary told me to come into her bedroom where she 
proceeded to undress.  I knew we were going to do it, so I was pretty hard by 
the time she was completely naked.  As I sat on the bed watching her, she told 
me to rub my cock and came over to watch me.  She sat cross-legged across 
from me and we watched each other play for awhile.

Mary was thirteen and in the eighth grade by then.  Her skin was dark and 
smooth. her breasts were starting to curve upwards, her nipples were dark 
brown and hardened into little pebbles.  They bounced a little to the rhythm of 
her stroking.

I could see her middle finger buried in to folds of her vagina rubbing her 
clitoris, then dipping down into her vagina and back again on her clitoris.  Her 
pussy was surrounded with jet black pubic hair that didn't quite cover her 
vaginal lips.  Her whole pussy moved as she rubbed her clitoris in a circular 
motion.

She leaned back a placed both legs on either side of me exposing her center of 
attention, and stared at the ceiling as though I wasn't there.

"Do you like what you see, little brother?" she asked and then spread her lips 
further apart with one hand, not missing a stroke on her clit.

Her lips were also dark and puffy and the inner lips moved in rhythm with her 
strokes.  I could see her hole as she put her finger into it and then it came out 
wet.  I wanted to get closer to see everything better.  Most of this was still a 
mystery to me and very exciting, but I stayed put letting Mary enjoy herself.

I was also very busy stroking my little penis and pinching the head.  It couldn't 
have been any bigger than four inches and as big around as a magic marker, 
but it felt good and I thoroughly enjoyed playing with myself.  I also knew that 
Mary liked to watch, and it made me proud to know that I could make her 
happy.  My ball were like little marbles that ached when she squeezed them but 
it still felt good.  I had no pubic hair, it was all bare and everything exposed.

By this time I could feel my little cock hot and throbbing, which was hard and 
hot by this time.  The head was beginning to turn from red to purple.  Mary 
sat up and grabbed my shaft with one hand and cupped my balls with the other.  
She pinched, squeezed, and stroked it for about five minutes.  As I laid back, 
she began to work on me with earnest.  I watched her fingers rub over my rim 
and squeezed the head, then stroke back down the shaft to the root.  Her pace 
quickened and my hips started to jerk and thrust with each stroke.  This was a 
new feeling for me.  My cock actually ached all the way down between my legs.  
Each time she squeezed my balls, I winced with pain and pleasure.  I could feel 
my ass tighten and my thighs tense up.

Mary let go of my burning boyhood and pulled me up into her arms.  I felt 
the warmth of her breasts and body against me as she kissed me on the mouth.  
Her breathing was heavy and she rubbed my back, pulling me down between 
her legs and then spreading them wider apart to make room for me.  I laid on 
top of her with my cock against her pussy and we started pushing and thrusting 
against each other..  She covered my face with wet kisses as she clutched my 
bottom.

"Let's do it," she demanded as she reached down and took hold of my cock and 
rubbed it against her warm, wet pussy, stroking her clitoris with the head.

I pushed forward and she raised her hips to meet my cock which slid easily into 
her slippery hole.  We resumed our thrusting, kissing, and grouping.  But 
things seemed different this time.  My cock was on fire and it ached and 
throbbed.  I started to take the lead and stroked faster as Mary met each 
stroke.  We both were breathing fast and hard.  My body stiffened and my 
thrusts became harder.  I was frantically trying to do something.

Mary opened her eyes and stared at me, then she grinned and quickened the 
pace even more.  Then my thighs stiffened.  I could hardly move even to pump 
into her pussy.  My cock burned and pulsed and my balls drew up.

When the first wave of my orgasm hit, I groaned in ecstasy as I lay frozen.  I 
drove my cock into her again and pleasure hit my senses.  Everything seemed 
to be lost and in slow motion.  As the next ones came, I could only grunt and 
Mary took control, grinding into me, grasping me tightly with her arms and 
thighs.  I could feel the orgasm start to die out, but I wanted more and I tried to 
bring it back with more thrusting.

I looked down at my big sister to see her with her head thrown back, eyes 
squeezed shut, holding her breath.  Her body stiffened.  It was her turn, now.  
Mary clutched my ass cheeks and arched her back.

"Don't stop!  Oh, don't stop!" she rasped.

I resumed my stroking and she grunted loudly, rocking and jerking 
uncontrollably.  Her face was contorted and red.  She let out her breath and 
rocked against me several more times, staring into my face, her brown eyes 
acknowledging our mutual pleasure.

We hugged and kissed while Mary giggled, "You did it.  You did it, little 
brother."  I now understood beyond a shadow of a doubt what we had done.  It 
was what the word I had been using really meant.  I was FUCKING my big 
sister.

I wanted to do it again, but Mary smiled and kissed me on the lips.  She 
rolled over and we curled up together and went to sleep.  Later, Mary took 
me back to my own bed, kissed me again, and left.  I tried for over an hour to 
bring my cock to the throbbing volcano it was earlier, but without success.  
When I awoke in the morning, Mary had already left to spend the day with 
some of her girlfriends.

We fucked each other about three times a week during the next year and believe 
me, it was wonderful.  I'm sure we did it in about every room of the house.  
There were times that Mary was having her period and then we didn't do it 
at all.  She would still stroke my little cock until I came.  So far, I wasn't 
mature enough to actually squirt cum and had no idea that I would until 
Mary told me about it.

I also became fascinated in watching Mary pee.  At first, she grudgingly let 
me watch her and I think it was the first time I made her feel self-conscious.  
She would pull her pussy lips apart exposing the lovely folds of her vagina and 
allow me to see the inner parts of her tunnel.  Then the area around her hole 
would relax and pout outward a little.  She never warned me when she was 
about to pee, so I had to watch carefully for the first dribble of urine from her 
peehole.  It came out slowly at first and dribbled over her hole and inner lips.  
Then it would slow momentarily.  After that, her pee would squirt out, some of 
it hitting the water directly and some dribbling over her lower pussy.  I could 
hear the hiss and whistle of it coming out which excited me which almost 
always gave me an erection.  Then it dribbled to a stop leaving her pussy wet 
and glistening.  he would wipe it away in two or three swipes and abruptly pull 
up her panties.

Mary knew this excited me and I think that is why she let me watch at 
almost every opportunity.  I would follow her into the bathroom and she would 
turn and give me a grin which let me know I had her permission to watch.

Once she went into the bathroom and before I could catch her attention, she 
had already gone in.  I approached the bathroom door which was open a crack 
and peeked in before I knocked.  She was already on the toilet seat and I was 
quit surprised at what I saw.

Her panties and shorts were around her ankles and her legs were spread apart.  
One hand was between her legs and stroking at her crotch just like when we 
played together.  She was staring straight ahead and rocking rhythmically and 
the seat.  As her stroking increased, her gaze slowly shifted upward and she 
leaned back on the seat which allowed me to see her hips and bottom and 
clearly watch her fingers do their work on her pussy.  I knew she was gently 
stroking her "nub", dipping down into her hole to bring up her wetness to 
spread it all over her clitoris.  I had seen her do this many times before, but not 
all by herself.  I had discovered a secret life of my big sister and it was giving 
me a rock hard on.

Soon Mary was rubbing her whole crotch with quick strokes which made 
her body lurch and rock.  Her head and body came forward and she started to 
climax.  Her black hair fell over her face and hid her expression, but I knew it 
was drawn up into a grimace of pleasure; eyes squeezed shut, lips parted, teeth 
clenched.  She rocked back and forth a couple of times and straightened up a 
little as the enjoyment drained away.

I sneaked away, partly down the stairs and then noisily came up again.  I 
hesitated at the door, then politely knocked.

She let me come and said in a mocking tone, "I suppose you want to watch?"

Her face was flushed and she was still breathing hard when she spread her legs 
to let me watch.  The sight was delicious.  Maryann's whole pussy was wet.  
Her short, sparse pubic hair was drenched and curled in every direction.  The 
skin covering her clitoris was puffy and swollen and red with the head of her 
clit plainly protruding out.  Her inner lips were swollen and purplish-red and 
glistening with wetness.  Her pee startled me and she giggled at my surprise.  
There was no hissing noise this time, her urine just dribbled out all over her 
already soaked pussy.  She wiped herself thoroughly and pulled up her panties 
and shorts.  She said something about being in a hurry, kissed me on the cheek 
and bounded down stairs.

I wasted no time in pulling down my pants and underwear, sitting on the warm 
toilet seat and jerking off my little penis.  The knot between my legs ached for 
relief.  This wasn't the first time I had jerked off.  After that fantastic orgasm in 
Mary, I went at my boyhood at every opportunity and I had plenty of them.  
I was limited to once a day and as hard as I tried, I couldn't jerk it off to an 
orgasm more than that.

I could feel the urgency building in my little balls and thighs as I pumped 
faster.  My cockhead turned purple and the skin became shiny and tight.  I 
could feel my foreskin click over the rim and back again, my balls bumping up 
and down.  I remember watching my cousin, Bill, as he jerked off.  He said he 
had been doing it for about six months and I had joined in at his urgings.  He 
went faster and faster and then lurched into an orgasm right before my eyes.  It 
took me a little longer, but the pleasure was unique and it was self produced 
and I could do it almost anytime.

Visions of my big sister's pussy, soaked with her wetness and pee pushed me 
into an orgasm.  I watched my purple head pulse with each jerk of the orgasm.  
My balls and sack were drawn tightly against my crotch.  I could feel the heat 
from my shaft and the rhythmic pulsing of pleasure against my hand as I 
slowed the pace, trying to allow the feeling to linger.  Warmth filled my crotch 
and thighs as the last wave subsided.  I wanted it to continue and held on to my 
cock, coaxing it to go on, but it was relaxing.  This was so easy and it felt so 
good.
                                                                                                                                                          

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