Amy and Beth...my story..true or false?
Read my story and I'll let you decide if these are the true events of my life. Cant say otherwise for obvious reasons...
My name is Amy, I’m 24 and I’m a mother of 4 (Sarah is 11, Jeffery is 8, Jenna 6, and Katie is 3). I adopted them with my wife Beth (we call each other our wife but she is my blood sister so it isn’t legal, but we live together, we’re in love, we bought the rings and had a very secret unofficial wedding in our basement which only my family attended.) Here is my message to the world! Read and make comments!
The disclaimer on this site exclaims that all these stories are fiction. However, when reading some I have found a lot of truth behind the fantasies. I’m going to tell you a particular time in my life, whether or not it is true or not I will leave up to you to decide for obvious reasons. Some write non-fiction on this site but label them fiction for legal reasons, and who could blame them. You can decide weather I am a disgusting pedophile, or a loving mother who doesn’t wish to take away my child’s freedom and decide what joys they can and cannot have. Who am I to tell my child to not act out in ANY sexual way because it is bad, then punish them for being their natural selves. Or you can just say that I’m some lonely woman somewhere who is sexually attracted to children and that her message to you is all fake. Your choice. But whatever you believe, here it all is:
I was raised by two wonderful, normal, loving parents who made the right choice not to “protect” (as the corrupted world would say) me from having normal sexual urges. But instead they taught me about life, love, and yes…sex. But did they force it on me. Absolutely not! Did they make me have sex? Did they rape me? Did they bribe me or influence my immature mind into doing something I didn’t want to do? No, no, no. They didn’t do a thing until I understood. They didn’t molest me as a baby. A baby can’t comprehend because they cannot talk. But once I could communicate with my parents they TOLD me what sex was, explaining it slowly and in words I understood. They made sure I knew what it was I was doing. But given we are, even as children (or at times, especially as children), sexual, I never hesitated when my parents asked if I would like to be SHOWN what sex was at age 4. They first engaged in sex with each other in front of me to help me get to know what it was they were doing. I still remember masturbating for the first time ever while they did this. My parents never taught me masturbation, so I am not only proof that children are naturally sexual but that I wanted sex as a child. I started touching myself there instinctively because I was a sexual being just like we all are and we all were. It’s a shame not all of us were allowed that. I’m sorry for those that lost their childhood at birth by parents who think sex is wrong unless some government hoggies in expensive suites tell you that it’s only ok if you’re at or above a set age limit.
My first sexual experience was not with either of my parents however. Besides, it’s the parents job to teach their children sex, not tell them who to have it with. So they let me choose, and I chose my older sister who was two years older (6y/o, her name is Beth). My parents supervised of course because they wanted to make sure we weren’t going to do anything dangerous (like penetration with an object too large, which was close to everything back then).
My mom picked me up and carried me into her bedroom. My dad was close behind carrying Beth. They laid us next to one another on the bed and my dad set up the camera (they felt it was important to film the most special times of our lives, and this would be one of those times). Then my mom set the rules, “You can always say ‘stop’ if you don’t want to keep going. Don’t put anything bigger than your pinky finger into each other’s privates. Always ask before you do something, that way you are always doing it together. Be nice to each other and know that whatever you do you should do it because you want to, not because your partner wants you to. Okay girls?”
“Yes Mommy,” we answered.
“Okay, give me a kiss,” then we kissed her, then our daddy.
“You going to need help with your clothes or do you want to do it by yourselves?” asked my dad.
I asked for help but Beth was insistent that she did everything by herself. She was very independent at age 6. So my mom told me to lie down on the bed and relax. She then began to very slowly strip off her daughter’s clothing, starting with my socks and shoes, then my shirt, then my pants. But instead she let my sister, who had been naked for a while waiting impatiently for my mom to take my clothes off, do the honors of pulling down her sister’s panties. So my sister laid her naked body onto mine and very quickly yanked down my underwear. She sat on my legs for a moment smelling my underwear were I had made a pee stain, then she tossed it aside to begin staring at my privates intently.
“Can I touch you ‘down there’?” she asked.
“Uh huh,” I agreed.
Ummmm…ok, you aren’t going to believe this!!! If you were wondering why I remembered these events so well it was because I was watching the tape my dad had made. But I think my VCR just broke. I kept pressing pause and then play and the pause over and over as I wrote what happened. It’s been so long since I watched this video that it’s hard to remember what exactly happened. I do remember both my sister and me gave each other oral and it ended with us masturbating each other till orgasm, my first orgasm. But that still leaves a lot of empty spaces that you might have wanted to hear. Sorry. HELL, I hope the tape is ok! After my dad died he left us all those tapes to his kids. Ok, well. At least you get the idea. That wasn’t really my main story anyway. Maybe I’ll finish it up another time. Really sorry if you were into it. Don’t worry, it gets good later too.
Damn, ok, my next and main story I want to share with you about ME growing up, before I move on to how me and my own children enjoy sex together, is about when I was 7 years old. It was when I learned that I was a bisexual but enjoy girls a whole heck of a lot more than guys. Sorry male readers, but I would more likely have sex with either your daughter, mom, sister, or girlfriend before you. But continue anyway, please.
It was an entire year after my dad died but still my family was in a state of mourning. We missed him. Still do. There was a small, miniscule good to what happened though. It brought my family even closer together. I tried sleeping in my own room (which I had to share with Beth who was now 9 and Dave who was almost 11) but I wanted my daddy so much I found myself sleeping in my mom’s bed, as did a few of my other brothers and sisters. It was a big bed and for a time we would squeeze in all 3 girls and 2 boys plus my mom. Usually the oldest, Nick wanted to be alone so he would go out with his friends and be gone for a few days before we would see him again. It wasn’t good on my mom.
This particular night, one year after his death, I woke up with both my sisters and my mom in bed with me. The boys wanted to be MEN early in life so they would often sleep alone because, ‘sleeping with your family is for babies’ they thought. Luckily they grew up and engaged in sexual encounters with us girls again. But this morning we were verrrrrrry, most certainly well enough alone…
I was awoken to the feeling of something cold and wet sliding across my hairless privates. It was my mom, lying underneath the covers sipping and clearly enjoying the fluids that dripped from her young daughter’s vagina (as I typically call it, I’m not as comfortable with the slang as much, but I’ll try to mix things up for the reader a bit if it helps). There isn’t much of anything that is as good as instantly waking up to a body shaking orgasm. My two older sisters were making out and feeling intently at each other’s growing boobs. Beth was 9 so she didn’t really have them… she only thought she did hahaha. But Ashten was 13 and was much more mature looking then that. I grew up sucking on those. I wish I could show you because you really have no idea. Kids at MIDDLE school would ask if they were real! Hahaha! Well, after my mother gave me that very pleasurable awakening I returned the favor by also giving her oral, just the way I was taught by her. I rubbed her clit using my thumb and index finger and used my tongue to drive myself deep into her vagina… I mean pussy. I was at it for a while and one wasn’t enough so I spent my time giving her a few orgasms, which I was content with because I knew how giving my mother would be to me later. Some time later all of us girls ended up in a circle in an ‘all fours’ position (some call it doggie) and one would be giving the one in front of them head while the girl behind them would be returning the favor. The bed was too small to make our circle so we used the living room floor. We did this often. This was when my mom bought our second camera and this was our ‘test run’. Let’s say it went well because I watch it all the time.
I don’t know how long we were in those positions but let’s just say that because we did it so often…we bought a rug rather than clean the carpet every time which still holds the stains of our juices. Then we would move the rug and do it again each time.
Why am I telling you of an event that happened often? Because something different happened that day. I fell in love. I mean, completely in love!!! Even at age 7, which is rare to actually find love at that age, but I did and I still do. Yes, she is my big sister Beth, but she is also my soul mate, lover, unofficial wife, and official mother of our children (I can’t be included in the adoption papers for obvious legal issues). I’ll tell you how it happened.
Beth and me were in the same Elementary school together, but on our way to school we decided to play hooky. So we walked to this really run down abandoned house that had this junkyard behind it with all these old car parts. I would assume the previous owner was a mechanic because why else would it be there. But anyway, we found this old Volkswagen bus. Those ones you see in all those hippie movies with the beds in the back. Well, it was old so of course, being girls, we cleaned it up. Fixed it, dusted it, put clean sheets on the bed after a quick trip home, and dusted more. Then we would hang out there and just talk for hours. It was our club house… no boys allowed of course (which really became the motto of our dating relationship through the rest of Elementary all the way till we graduated in 2000… wow, seems longer than that). It was completely innocent…no sex, even though I know I was thinking about it and she probably was too…I know, she told me. So a few hours before we know school was about to let out we started foolin’ around with each other. She practically dove on me as I lay on the bed and thrusted her tongue into my mouth which I willingly excepted with plenty of sucking and licking in return (and I don’t just mean her mouth or tongue either…). We began very slowly undressing each other.
I started with her shirt, letting her hard nipples rub against my hand. Then she did the same, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it off my shoulder and throwing it onto the driver’s seat. We kicked off our high-healed shoes and then I rolled her onto her back, a little jealous of her being on top, which I have always enjoyed more. I felt her undeveloped chest as we exchanged saliva in WIDE-open mouth kissing. She was a better kisser than anyone else I thought. I then lay down beside her and set a hand on her leg.
“May I touch your privates?” I asked.
“You don’t need to ask Amy, I want it, I always have,” and then we both laughed. So I moved my fingertips up her skirt. She wore a mischievous grin, and just when I was about to question it I was answered with my hand’s touch. My sister wasn’t wearing underwear. Had she planned this? She was the one who suggested we skip school.
Beth said, “I did it for you,” Then she propped one leg up on top of a cabinet that I guess all those hippies stored things in… things we couldn’t identify when we found them in there a few hours earlier… bad memory, moving on. So she had her legs apart now, along with her little slit, so I reached on up and began masturbation. She liked it differently then my mother. She wanted me to lick her clit and use my two fingers on her pussy. So I buried my head under her skirt and started to work at it. A few minutes later she erupted violently into my mouth. We were young so we didn’t cum much but… I enjoyed every last drop. She asked me what it tasted like so I got a mouth full and let it drip into her open mouth.
“My cum doesn’t taste as good as yours,” she said, “May I?”
“Don’t even ask.”
So with that I laid down and let her pull my panties down out of my own skirt. She tossed them aside, “Whenever we come here, don’t wear undies OK?”
I agreed and then she began orally penetrating me with her long, thin tongue. She toyed with my tiny clit and soon I also erupted in a smaller amount. She fed it to me as well, but I enjoyed my sister’s more. So then we slid off our skirts and got under the covers together for warmth (We live in Erie, Pennsylvania and it was late fall…. So… cold). We intertwined our legs and arms and held our naked bodies to each other, skin against skin. It was strange what feelings went between us then. I felt that in that moment I was in love with my sister, and not in a sisterly way at all, a much deeper romantic way that still lives today. But before I could say a word my older sister beat me to it and I still tease her in minor resentment for it.
“I love you Amy…and not as a sister,” do you know what that means?
“Yeah…I love you too,” I answered.
“You’re just sayin’ it cause I am,” she protested.
I said, “No, I meant it. I really am in love with you Beth. I haven’t felt this way about anyone. I love you. And I was going to say it, you just did it first!”
“Have you ever felt this way about any boys before?” she asked and looked into my eyes.
I gave her a look of, what the hell are you talking about, are you crazy, and duh…No! And we both laughed and embraced tighter. We soon fell asleep and I remember being late home from school, but I don’t remember getting into trouble. I just remember telling my mom that Beth and me wanted a room by ourselves, and that was the last time for several months that we slept in our mom’s bed. So we slept in one bed, insisting we had no use for a second. We slept together nearly every night till she graduated. I still had two years left so I of course missed her to death, and I promised to save myself for her until she got back. When I graduated I went to her college and into her dorm, but we couldn’t get a room together. The rooms were set in either 1 a room or 3 a room unlike usual dorms that have 2. So we asked for two single rooms and one of us would usually sneak out and find their way into the others bed, and then into ecstasy that fallowed. But it wasn’t all about sex of course. We were truly in love and two of three nights we would simply fall asleep in each other’s arms comfortably and then have hard, nearly violent (not tooo violent) sex to make up for the mellow night. We would usually be horny in the mornings…and usually be late for our classes. I loved those times. Well, I guess I just got lost in my own memories and you probably don’t give a rats ass that we were in love. You are interested that we were two female children who would have hot incest sex together.
For those of you who can truly understand me. Write some kind of reply. Give a comment. Tell me, is it true or false and why you believe so. Just please give feedback. If you liked it, say so, and I’ll tell you about Beth and me, and the kids.
Final Statement: “We are not pedophiles. We are the caretakers and true lovers of children who share our love. You are the ones who are sick, to treat your child as if it is a thing without rights and should not be sexual when naturally is so.” –Amy Hodges
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