extrem incest

Chapter 1.
“Aw come on Dad, can’t you get a babysitter to watch Wendy tonight?” I pleaded with my dad.

“No, this is something that came up at the last minute and we didn’t have time to call a sitter, so you are it.” he snapped back at me.

“But I have plans with the guys tonight.” I tried to reason with him.

“I’m sorry, you’ll have to change them, you’re fourteen, and old enough to look after your sister. How much trouble can a twelve year-old be?” he tried to placate me.
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“Wake up sleepy head”, mom said as she poked her head into
my room. “It’s time for our morning shower”. Groaning, I got up and followed
her into the bathroom. As I entered mom had finished undressing and was
turning on the shower. Soon it was warm enough and we entered. As usual, as
soon as we were wet, mom turned off the water. Then she turned around and
told me to wash her back. We have been taking showers together for over six
years now. We started shortly after my twelfth birthday. It had been a
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My little sister Sarah and I have always been close to each other, best mates as well as siblings and it only seemed natural that when she got a job near where I lived she moved in with me. We got along like a house on fire and confided in each other about everything and I was glad she was around when my girl friend dumped me. Then one evening things took a very unexpected turn. I’d never looked at my little sis’ in a sexual way before that evening god only knows why though as she’s a fit young brunette with slim hips long legs and a nice pert ass.
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She looked into her husband’s dark eyes, almost black as coal. She knew this look very well. Her husband only became like this when he was mad, very mad. He and Connie had just had another argument about having a baby. The young couple had been trying for the past year, with no success. Connie’s husband, Brad, refused to see a doctor, his pride preventing him from knowing exactly who the blame would be set on. In his mind, Brad was convinced that Connie was the one with the problem, unfortunately, this did set his mind at ease, but it also created alot of unnecessary anger for his wife.
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no pics but got mom pic on the next one

I woke next morning to her dressing up for work.. She had her panties and bra. She had a dark pink bra and orange pantie on. She looked at me and I woke with a hard as well.
“Good morning sleepy head.. I hope you enjoyed last night as I did.”she said
“yes, I did aunt Cara. I hope we do that more often. I mean…you know.” I said.
She giggled and looked at my cock..she walked over and grabbed and started to suck on it.
I moaned as I watched her suck me dry. I grabbed her blonde her and was forcing her to go faster.
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The first hooker I brought home to my wife was a clean shaven little thing named Kelly. She was about eighteen or nineteen. I got in real close and watched Cindy gorge on her cunt. She slobbered and slurped shamelessly, violently. Even the bitch was surprised.
“Jeez lady, has it been a while?”
Cindy took charge.
“Shut da fuck up and turn ovah!”
“Whatever.”
I watched as my wife spread the teen’s sweaty ass apart and stabbed the shit hole with her tounge. It made a “glich” “glich” sound.
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The first day that I had sex with my little girl was not a shock to me. Although she was only 12 years old, I had started to fantasize about her when she was only 8. Indeed, I think my wife Joan sensed my feelings and began making Sheryl cover herself when not alone in her room. Further, for the last couple of years I was stealing feels of my daughter, whenever Joan was away from the house and the two of us were alone. Not enough to cause her to tell my wife, but enough so that by the time she reached 12, I know my daughter knew what I was doing, and although she didn’t say anything to encourage me, she didn’t avoid me either.
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My mother worked days as a secretary and evenings as a housewife and mother. Mom was loving and nurturing but at the same time always busy and no nonsense. Dad on the other hand worked nights in a hospital as a lab technician and during the day was full of fun and games.

He was my best friend and playmate. He would play with my doll and me all day long. He acted out the part as if the doll was actually my baby and I was the best mommy in the whole world. He would say to my baby “I know why you’re so cute, you have the prettiest mommy I ever saw”. I loved it, when I got up in the morning I sat in front of my mirror to make myself pretty for my daddy. Dad never failed to notice and told me how pretty I looked everyday.
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When I came home, she was in the kitchen doing something over the sink. The music from the radio was loud and she was swaying to the rhythm. I admired her ass encased in the skin tight shorts she liked to wear around the house. She’s only five two and her waist is narrow, which makes her ass look more prominent. It’s a perfect ass, a magnificent ass, and legs to die for. Her brown hair fell to her shoulders and she was barefooted.

I wanted to push her down over the sink, yank her shorts down and drive my hard cock deep in her wet pussy. I wanted to feel her ass smashing against my crotch and the smooth tightness of her legs against mine. I wanted to hear her moans, her pleadings for me to fuck her harder. I wanted to rut there, like a beast, until my cock exploded and filled her with my cum.

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This happened before I turned 7 a week and a few days before my 7th birthday. I went into my mom’s room when she wasn’t home. My step dad was taking care of me, but he never did a good job. He was always stitting down by the tv set, or playing his Nintendo, which I was never to touch, because it was very expensive. What an asshole. Any way I went into my mom’s room, and I was looking threw the closet. I wanted to see what I was getting for my b day. There was a big box on top of the closet, but I was too small to reach it. So I decided to get a metal folding chair, out of our spare bedroom (the junk room is what my mom use to call it). I climbed up on the chair, I grabbed the box, and took it out of the closet. It was too heavy. I remember dropping it, and falling over. Luckly I wasn’t hurt. My step dad herd the noise and yells “what the hell is going on in there. I am trying to play Mario.” Too badd the Son of a bitch doesn’t know what I did with his zapper when I turned 9.
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