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As you know from my earlier story, my sister Beth, who was running cross country track was getting massages from our local boxing gym owner.  He nearly got caught eating her pussy by my dad who stopped in one night.  When my dad came into the rubdown room Joe was done but his face was wet from her juice.  Beth was laying with her legs open and didn't have a towel covering her.  Dad didn't make a big scene and thank goodness I was walking out of the can so he didn't have anything to say to me but we all knew that 'fun with Joe' was over as far as Beth was concerned. Things were a little tense around the house for a while but then kind of settled down.  I was really amazed one night at dinner when Beth asked me, right in front of the folks, if I thought I would be able to give her a massage.  She talked about  how she was still all stiff and sore from all the running and conditioning she was doing and her legs and back where just killing her.  I about choked on my

Things were certainly not going to be the same, I thought to myself as I showered. If I let my cousin fuck me, I can’t just say no to him if he asks again. No guy could go back to his dry right hand after having a wet, tight pussy around his cock. I couldn’t do that to him, I thought. No, I wouldn’t form a desire in him and then deny him satisfaction. Things had already spiralled out of control ever since I had been raped. My mom had slept with my boyfriend, and mom and I have also done some wicked incestuous things to each other. Was I going to allow another person into our relationship? I thought about it long and hard, as the hot water ran down my body. I really wanted to do it and I came to a conclusion that I would handle that situation if and when it does come up. Besides, I might want to fuck him again as well. He’s a shy boy and probably wouldn’t even ask me. I finished shower and wrapped myself with a towel and walked into my bedroom. My boyfriend had already finished dress

From my now, rather more knowledgeable experience of life, I've discovered that it's not too unusual to find that the full erotic significance of a particular incident or situation that occurred some time in the past, was not always fully appreciated or even realised at the time in which that specific episode happened. However, on a few occasions when we sit back to recollect and further analyse some of those memories, usually at a time and place a lot further down the track, the true erotic content and latent value of that moment can sometimes resurface, at last enabling us to truly recapture that moment and finally fully appreciate it for it's original worth. Thus, after contemplating these memories with hind sight, it can conceivably enable one to again, more fully realise and understand those instances in a much more complete and satisfying way. They then become not just some vague, grey memories stored away in the back waters of our minds but much more like the meanin