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 Nature v Nurture

   There's a lesson here, but just to keep it out of the dialogs, I'll go
ahead and say that yes.  There is a hereditary correlation with
homosexuality in families.  However, it's statistically significant, which
is to say orders of magnitude less than Causual.  Sometimes, more often
than baseline, homosexuals may be slightly more likely to have a homosexual
aunt, or uncle.

   Incest, however, appear to be passed down through families a lot more
like Recepies.  You grandmother's apple pie?  Yeah, well you didn't get
that genetically, epigenetically, or congenitally, your mom, aunt, or
grandmother taught you how to make Dutch Apple Pie.  (Or whatever it is in
your family, Marinara, Chile, Spotted Dick, Bechamel, or Andoulli...)

   They also lie about it.  So, if there's something like a statistic
correlation between homosexual relatives, and their younger generations,
prefferential abusers might use that to convince their
Daughters/Nieces/Sisters/Cousins that it runs in our family.  "Naturally."

   Don't you believe it.  It's not lesbian, it's Child Abuse.

   ;

   Cousins

   "Hyn!" I stretched, and got up.  Then when I went out, I caught her. 
She was supposed to be watching me, but while I had a nap, she started
watching a movie instead.  So, I watched her instead.

   My cousin, she was playing with herself.  I saw it, she's older, so
she's starting to get boobies.  I saw them too, she had her shirt up, and
squeezed one, and pinched the nipple.  Her legs up too, on the coffee
table, but I couldn't see her pussy.  She had her hand over it, and her
fingers going in and out, and she wasn't really watching the movie.

   She had her eyes closed.  "Hihihn!"

   "Katie!" she closed her legs, "What are you doing up?" And pulled down
her shirt.

   "Watching you."

   She fumbled with the remote, but it's okay, I seen it.  She turned it
off.

   "Your not supposed to have your feet up on the table."

   She fixed her bra up under her shirt.

   "It's okay, I won't tell." She was really red.

   "Okay, Katie." she got up, and pulled up her underwears.  "Hm.  You
won't tell, your mom?"

   I shook my head.  "You want to play, with me?"

   "Of course sweety." She pulled out the tape.  "What would you like to
play?" Put it back under the TV.

   "Young lesbos."

   She looked at the tape.  [Young Lesbos] Just like the movie.

   "Katie!" she shook her finger, "You can't play that."

   "Why not?" I am, and she liked to watch it, and play with herself.  So
"I thought."

   "You're too young."

   "Hihno I'm not." I shook my head, "I'ma lesbian too.  That's why it's
called Young Lesbos."

   "Yeah, but there eighteen."

   No there not, "Your not eighteen."

   "Nobut, you're only seven."

   I nodded, "I know, but mommy says nothing makes you gay, I was born a
lesbian, too."

   "Your mom?"

   "Uh huh, and Aund Dee too." That's her mom.

   "My mom's not a lesbian!"

   "Okay," I shrugged.  Her closet, "But I am, and your so sexy."

   "Katie!"

   "What?  You are!  I just saw you playing with yourself, and your
boobies, and I don't got no boobies to play with," mommy's out with Aunt
Dee, "And now I'm so horny, and you don't want to play with mehehe!" I sat
down, and put my eyes in my hands, but I wasn't really crying, I just
pretended.

   ;

   Kelly (Yes, the same one.  IK they're out of order numerically, I wrote
them that way.)

   "Aunt Kelly?"

   "Yes, dear?"

   "Can we talk," she looked back at my daughter, "In private?"

   "Of course, dear." I put down the bags, and took her in my study. 
"What's this about?"

   "Are you a lesbian?"

   "No, of course not." I'm happily married, I have a daughter, "What ever
gave you that idea?"

   "Well, Katie wanted to watch a move, so while I was getting out the
tape."

   "Oh that," I shook my head.  "My husband and I watch those together.  It
doesn't mean I'm a lesbian, I just, well." How to explain this, to someone
so young, "You see, we had to agree on something, we could enjoy watching
together."

   "As a family?"

   "What does that mean?"

   "Katie watched them too."

   "Of course, she saw them, it's not like was all sat down together, and
watched them as a family, no."

   "So, you're bisexual."

   "Yes, but that doesn't mean I have sex with girls.  My husband, you
understand.  I love him, and I don't mind watching girls have sex with him,
but we're monogamous."

   "How's that more complicated?"

   "Well, I suppose you're old enough to understand this."

   "Aunt Kelly.  You know my mom, you're sisters so you know she didn't
shelter me from all this sexy wexy stuff." She giggled.

   "Well, did she ever tell you about when I met her father?  Not Kelly, I
mean my sister."

   "You mean when you're little, and you went through the whole G.  I.  Joe
butch tomboy phase?" She nodded, "I seen pictures."

   "Yes, well that wasn't a phase."

   "Oh, you're transexual." She nodded.

   "Yeas,' that was a lot easier than I thought.

   "Cool." she got up.  "Thanks."

   "Don't mention it," I got her money out of my pocketbook, and followed
her out.

   "Uh," she took it, "Aunt Kelly?"

   "What is it?"

   "What about," she looked at the Tv, the VCR.  "The, other stuff?"

   "It's getting late," I patted her back, "You should get home."

   "Aunt Kelly," she turned around, don't treat me like a child!"

   "Well, 'the other stuff.' That's everything else, so you'll have to
narrow it down."

   "Well, you know, the.  Potty play, and diapers, and."

   "Oh, that's all just fantasy." I waved it off.  "If you watch them, it
says from the beginning that they're all eighteen, and none of them are
actually related in real life."

   "I know."

   "So," obviously, "You did watch them?"

   "Yeah, and.  Just so you know, Katie watches them too.  A lot."

   "She can't even reach the VCR," I shook my head.

   "Of course she can.  She's 5, she knows how to push stuff up to the TV,
and climb up."

   "Oh," I hadn't thought of that.

   She shook her head, and crossed her arms.  I frowned, seeing the way she
held her arms.  "Huh!"

   "What is it?"

   "She wanted to," she squirmed, and looked away, face flushing with
shame. I'm sure, that's all it was.  "She wanted to watch one.  She asked
for it by name, and she.  She wanted me to, play with her."

   "Well, I'm going to have to talk to her about it when you leave." I
looked up, at the door.  "Are you all right?" She hugged me, "Oh!"

   "No?" She shook her head in my chest, so i held her.  Head, and petted
down her hair.

   "She wanted me to play Mommy.  And Potty."

   "Huh!" I nodded.  "She's just young.  Too young to understand, such. 
Things.  So, she associates them with what she does know, and can
understand."

   "Like what?" She stood back, and looked up.  "Snh?"

   "Well, you know.  Things like Potty training, and breast feeding." Of
course.

   "Huh, oh." She nodded, "Okay, yeah.  All right."

   "Did you?"

   "What?" She turned away.

   "It's all right.  If you did, play with her."

   "Is it?"

   "As long as she doesn't get hurt." I nodded.

   "But, she didn't.  Get turned on, or anything."

   "Of course not, she's 5?" She nodded, "She's too young for that."

   "But she's not too young.  For porn, or playing with.  Sexy wexy stuff?"

   "Not at all," I hugged her.  "Don't let it bother you so much.  It's
okay.

   You're never too young to learn."

   ;

   {That's why it's all out of order.  You see, people assume that
sexuality is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually.  From a
non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly
wobbly "Sexy wexy" stuff.  Likewise, I don't know dick about lesbians, but
I'm a certifiable expert on this stuff, because I went through it, all of
it.

   About the only practical difference was, instead of "Lesbians," everyone
had dicks.  That's how I learned that it's not gay, it's child abuse.  He
actually told me.  The victims enjoying it doesn't change that, and might I
point out that the first chapter wasn't written by a 5 year old?  It was
written by a child molester.  So, consider the source.}

   ;

   Denise {fg Insist.}

   "HhH?"

   I blinked awake, in the dark, and.  Tried to shake it out of my head. 
It was like a dream, but I knew it was not.  The problem is, the thing that
really scared me whenever I woke is it wasn't.

   Like a nightmare.  It should be, I'm sure of it, but I don't wake up in
a cold sweat, my heart pounding in fear.  I'm hot, and sweaty.  "Mh,"
between my legs, and my heart's thumping so hard it shakes my breasts. 
"HhH!" In my chest, my nipples are already swollen, and hard, the fabric
draped over them, and "HhHhHhH!"

   Slipping off.  The sheet brushing over the sop of my nightgown, and my
fingers.  How warm, and soft, and round, and "Hoh!"

   "Mh?"

   She was sleeping.  My sister, i heard her breathing, her slow shallow
inhales, and exhales, then she stopped, and sat up.  In bed, in the dark, I
couldn't move.  Without making a sound, I knew the whispy fabric would, if
I let go, so I just relaxed.  my grip until she got up, and closed my eyes
to the bright light before she closed the door.

   "Whew!" I grinned, but alone again, I let them slip down.  The front of
my nighty, and under the sheet.  Pulled my heels up, and the sheet tented
between them, slipping the lacy hem down my thighs, and felt the front of
my panties.  "HhHhH!"

   PDWAH!  The water hissed in the pipes, refilling the tank, and she
rubbed her eyes.  In the doorway, and looked up to cut off the light.

   "Denie?"

   "Mhm?"

   "I wet the bed again."

   "Okay," I scooted over, "Come here." On my side, I pulled the sheet
back. From my legs, and felt her shoulders.  Under her arms to help her
"Up!"

   "Hh," she snuggled up next to me, and I slipped my arm under her hair.
"Denie?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Was you playing with yourself?"

   "Mhm."

   "Good." she felt down my side, to my hip, and down my thigh.  To the
other one, I lifted it so her tiny hand could feel up between them.

   "Mh?"

   I blinked awake.  In the dark, and held my breath.  Listened for her's,
but so tiny.

   So young, so quiet.

   She turned, her nighty whispering under the sheets, and started snoring.
Quietly to herself, but thank god it was just a dream.

   "Huh!" I got up, and went to the bathroom.  Quietly, in the dark.  I
didn't turn on the light, just carefully felt around the step by the door.
Under it, so she could climb up, and turn it on, then push it over to the
toilet.  Climb up to sit down, she was a big girl now.

   As far as that goes, done patty training, it was just a dream, but so
much like what happened with my cousin.

   But it wasn't like that, a nightmare at all.

   "Huh!" I didn't have to pee either, so I just lay back in the tub.  In
the dark, and closed my eyes.  I didn't need a bath either, just slip my
underpants down, and over my knees.  To my ankles, so I could spread them
wide, and feel inside.

   Of course I wouldn't.  Never, touch her like that.  My own sister,
"Hhuh!" Little sister.  Just like I know my mother would, it was just like
the movie.  Why did I ever watch that movie, with Kelly, but it's just a
fantasy, of course.

   They're not really related, and she's 18.  No matter how young, and
small, and flat chested, and shaved smooth she was.  "HhHhH!"

   Sucking her nipples like mine ache to be sucked.  Her "Mommy" feeling up
her legs, between them, and slipping her fingers in her diaper.

   "Mhm!"

   She just called her that, it was just a fantasy.  Like a dream, of the
other night, watching it with Kelly.

   She doesn't even look like a baby, and she's almost done potty training.
Soon, she'll be ready to start doing it all by herself.  She won't need my
help, jut like a big girl.

   "Huh!"

   Just like my little sister.  I'm sure she won't hear me, wake up to see
what's wrong.

   "Ohhhh!"

   Find me, playing with myself.

   "OH, BABY!"

   Right?

   Of course not.

   {Oh yeah, and Fant.  Sorry, to avoid spoilers I mislabeled this. 
Instead of f Solo Ince Fant.}

   ;

   Cammy

   "Oh!" I popped in a fresh tape, pulled the RCA (Tm) cables out of the
clock, and plugged them in.

   Unwrapped the box from the Video Store.

   [Sugar Britches] I had to let out a little chuckle, the girls at school,
my husband at work, I had the house to myself, and taped over the Read Only
slots in the corner.

   Sure, I could edit in a disclaimer that all actors are over 18, and not
in any way related, but what would be the point?

   My niece is 13, and she's not going to fool anyone.

   K?  If you ask me, she doesn't look 18 either.  "Huh!"

   Finally, I had hoped, but I went back to the couch, and put my feet up.
On the coffee table, and turned on the sound.  Recognized it, from memory.
The other tape, [Young Lesbos]

   Right.

   "Huh!" I put my feet up, and thought about where to send it.  Mentally
flipping through my contact, who would want to watch this, other than D.

   Of course.  he likes them a little younger, but little girls get bigger,
every day.  Why, it seems like only yesterday little Denise was still in
diapers.  Potty training, fortunately I like them a lot older.  I can't
help but remember her mother.  When she was that age.  Just starting to
grow into a young woman.  Blossom in the chest, and sprout little hairs. 
Down there, when the sun don't shine.

   "Huh!" K.  got up and blocked the view.  Just when it was getting
interesting, but the tape popped.  Loud, it's supposed to be a Mantle
clock, but we don't have a fireplace.  So, it's as good a place as
anywhere. In the living room, so you could see it from the couch, look up
any time even if the VCR is switched to a counter, but she looked down.

   Chewed her lip, and loudly popped another one in before the climbed back
down.

   This was as good a place as any, so I hit [Rec]

   She joined her, on the couch.  For a little while, and curled up in her
lap.  Called her "Mommy," and sucked her nipples.  Eyes locked to the
screen, she bit her lip, but didn't stop her.  Her little hands from moving
down.  Holding up her little breast to bulge the big pink swollen nipple to
her mouth, then felt down her tummy.  Her arm, and pulled out her hand.

   Put it on her skinny little thigh, but kept suckling quietly.

   She didn't say anything either, just closed her eyes as the tiny hands
once again felt down.  Her pubes, and played with them a little first.

   She didn't say anything, just sighed, and I couldn't keep my eyes open
later.

   "Mommy?"

   "Hahn!" I can watch it again later with D.

   "I need to go potty."

   I know, she'll be so proud of her.

   Then we can send it off.  Not for money, that can be traced just as
easily as files on the internet, but they can't watch the mail.  It's
slower, but I can't wait to see what they send back.  In return.

   "HhHhH!"

   They got up, and left.  I turned off the recording, nothing to see, just
an empty couch.

   "Huh!" I know how it ends, anyway.  I don't have a camera in the
bathroom.

   You think I should?

   I called D.

   "You're gonna love this one."

   "I'll be right over."

   ;

   Deirdre

   "Oh," she had the Family Tree out.

   "Hey mom," she frowned, ran her fingers down the lines, spreading them,
branching out until she had to use both hands.  "Can I ask you a question?"

   "Sure," I pulled out another chair, and sat down at the dining room
table.

   "How come we only have girls?"

   "In our family?" Not that I had been dreading this conversation for
years, nor looking forward to it, but I was prepared for it.

   She nodded.

   "It's complicated." Just ask the Doctor.  "Huh!  It runs in our
families, all the way back to here." I pointed, "The Matriarch, Loretta
Young." 1786.

   "Yeahbut, in Health class, they said the father determines whether
you'll have a son, or a daughter.  Just like Henery the eighth?" She
nodded, "It's random, whether the sperm has an X, or Y, so that's
impossible."

   "Nothing's impossible, sweet pea." I kissed her head.

   "Hih, moOom!" She pushed me off.  "And what about these, here?"

   "Those are dead ends, where they decided not to have families."

   "Because they're lesbians?"

   "No, okay it's not as simple as, people want to make it out to be, but
there's a lot more possibilities than just the extremes on each end."

   "Like," she underlined with her finger, "Pearl Hart?" I nodded, "There's
a lot of them."

   "Every generation." I nodded.

   "You don't get rid of the boys, do you?"

   "Oh no, sweetheart.  Of course not, they just change."

   "Like aunt Camilla?"

   "That's right," every generation.

   "Why didn't she get a sex change, then?"

   "Because she met a boy, who understood, which was very rare back in
those days, I'll have you know."

   "So she did get married, and started a family."

   "Yes, of course."

   "So, it's complicated, I bet I can understand it, if you tried to
explain it to me."

   "Well, you know there's X, and y genes,' she just said.  Nodded, "Well,
what they may not have covered in Health class," Middle school Health at
that, "Is since you and I both have 2 X genes," I had her tested
immediately, "One of them has to take control so the other is walled off."
I cupped my hands, around half of the tree.  "So, really it's more like
X(x)" I moved my hands over, "Only sometimes which one is recessive is
different, from cell to cell in the same body.  That's what causes
Chimearism, for instance," I had to think up, the words, "Heterochromic
Cryptochordism, so you may have one blue eye, and the other one green?"

   "Mhm?"

   "Or in cats, that causes Calicoes, which is why female calicoes are more
common than males, however there's also mutations which can complicate
things further."

   "Like aunt Camilla."

   "Okay, but that's a different one entirely.  See, we never have
Cryptochordism, in our family, because that can't happen.  We have a
dominant X, and it's passed down from mother to daughters every generation.
That means the other gene is always recessive.  Even if it's a y."

   "Like Aunt Cammi."

   "Exactly."

   "So that's why she's transexual, and bisexual?"

   "Well, the funny thing is she really is male.  Genetically, it just that
the dominant X dominated the y, so she's completely, physically female. 
However, mentally, and emotionally, yes.  They often have, masculine
feelings, and mannerisms.  Like your aunt Camilla."

   "And Pearl Hart."

   "And many others, going back all those generations, yes."

   "Oh," she got up, "Thanks mom." I helped her fold it up.

   I stopped, looked at her and waited until I had her undivided attention.

   "Don't mention it."

   She nodded, and didn't say a word.  Just helped me fold it up, and put
it back away.

   ;

   Cammy

   "Aunt Cammy?" She just came bye.

   "Katie's not here," I held the door open.

   "Good," she turned around, "I came to see you." She closed her eyes. 
Just standing in the hall.

   "What about?"

   "Hhuh!" She shivered, and the blood ran up her neck to her face like a
flash fire.  She smiled, and look up at me.  "No, I.  Want to see you."

   Then I herd it, a little trickle, and looked down to see them spreading.
Between her feet, followed the wet lined up her damp socks, and calves. 
Appearing from under her shorts, and the dark stain spreading between her
legs.

   "You like to watch, girls piss?"

   "Mhm?" I turned back from locking the door.

   "I want you to see me, too." She bit her lip.

   "Oh," I bent over, "It looks like you had an accident."

   She lowered her eyes, nodding.  "I made a mess." Bent, before I could
kiss her, and sank down to the floor.  Right there in the hall.  "I better
clean it up.

   I got down too, while she was licking her piss from the hardwood.  I
could see the stain, from behind, and felt it clinging between her legs.

   It's not as if I don't like to be touched, or I ever had a problem with
it.

   "Huh!" She lapped it like a thirsty dog.

   I didn't like how my sister touched me.

   On the potty, in the tub, in bed, or in my diaper.  She has this thing,
about diapers.  And very little girls.  As young as my Katie, and me.  When
I was that young, but touching my niece like this, I couldn't help the
memories coming back in a flood.

   She's not like that, she's eleven, just starting to show.  The signs of
becoming a young lady.  Why, she was going to be a teenager soon, and she
came to me.  Pissed herself, right in front of me.  I don't know whether
she's just so much like her mother, or she told her, but.

   I have my weaknesses too.  To dirty little girls.

   "I'm sorry." She didn't get up, but she was so hot, and wet between her
legs, I could feel it.  "Don't spank me."

   Of course, her mother told her.  Taught her, potty trained her, and, she
watched my daughter.  Katie, I saw them playing on the couch.  The nanny
cam.

   I heard myself say, "We better get these wet shorts off."

   My knees hurt, on the hardwood floor.  She just straightened up, and I
felt up her shirt.  Under her arms struggling with the button.

   I didn't want this, I couldn't stop myself.  Damned Deirda, knows how to
push my buttons.  She told her, now I was helpless.  Watching myself, even
as my hands pushed up her training bra, and felt the softness covering her
ribs.

   I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't, say anything.  Any more than my
hands would stop.

   "Hh, mommy!  I'm sorry mommy," she shook her head, "I won't do it
again."

   Thank goodness little Katie won't be her age for, why almost 10 years. I
don't know what I will do, to stop myself.

   "Snh!"

   I know, I won't.  I won't be able to.  She's my daughter, and I love
her, but I can't stop myself.

   "Touch me," she pulled my hands down, "Touch me momma.  Feel how hot and
wet I am?"

   "Nh!  Hm!" I bit back sobs, this was a nightmare.  Knowing it was real,
I wasn't going to wake up, safe and sound only made it worse.  I just held
my breath.

   "Nh!  Mh!" My hand felt numb, I didn't move it, but she held it there.
In her piss soaked underpants, and ground her bare bottom against my hips.
"Huh!" She pulled them out, shivered again.  Thurning back, her hair
slipped away from her face.  Her smile, and her eye, looking at me.  "We
better go in the living room."

   I just closed my eyes, shook my head, struck mute, but I couldn't stop
her, either.

   There was nothing I could do.

   ;

   {That's not lies.  Sometimes it does feel like that.  Not that it's an
excuse, but the victims aren't the only ones who dissociate, and it's not
as if she wasn't a victim first.  At some point, you have to ask yourself
who the victim is here.

   It can be both.  They can both be the victim, and sometimes they find
eachother.  Having the same abuser can make it a lot easier.}

   ;

   Denise

   She didn't spank me.  My mom neither, that's just another thing you hear
about.  Other girls getting, I'm not jealous of them.  It's not like I want
it, I just wanted to see if she had it in her.

   Nope!

   "Huh!" We got on the sofa, and I kicked off my wet shorts.  Pulled up my
panties in front, and the TV was off, but I saw it.  The movie of me and
Kelly.  It didn't take a genius to figure out.  The antique clock that
doesn't tick.  Of quartz it doesn't, "Hihihn!" The high curve of it, almost
like a bell, but I opened it up in the back.

   The little door on the bottom, for the batteries, and the wires.  3 of
them, and the jacks in the back of the VCR.  A red one, a white one, and a
yellow one.  Stereo, left and right sound.  I don't know where the
microphones are, but the front opens too.  There's a keyhole, it used to be
for winding it, but now there's a little black spot of glass inside it.  A
lens.

   It's like the piss, I don't care.  As long as I don't have to drink it,
taste it, but I know even though I can't see that they're transparent. 
Wet, that's the problem.  It's down there, I can't really see myself.  My
pussy, my hot wet pussy wet with piss.  I didn't really see it until my
sister went, in the middle of a change.  So hard she split open, and it
leaked out all over her poop.  It was gross, I just cleaned her up, and put
her in a dry one, but I saw it.

   She doesn't like her body, either.  That's the problem, she got the
wrong one.  She was supposed to be a boy, have a penis and everything, but
instead she got tits.

   Nice big round soft heavy titties.  "Huh!"

   Why she's not in any of the movies, but it's like spanking.  She doesn't
like it, she's not a sadist, so I know she won't hurt me.  I bet that's why
mom never spanked us, she wouldn't be able to stop herself.  You don't know
what it's like to live with her.  Be good all the time, terrified of what
she'd do if I did get in trouble.

   Aunt Cammy isn't like that.  Here I can get away with anything, and
she'll just play along.  I wonder how she did it, how mom made her like
this, but she'd never tell me.  It's a family secret, she'll probably take
to her grave, but it doesn't even turn her on.  It's not sexy for her, at
all, because of her body.

   Mom told me everything, except for the secret.  How to make some like
this, your slave, she's like a giant sex doll, and I can do whatever I
want.

   I don't even know how she did it to me.  Made me a Sadist.  I'm just
glad I have her.  Aunt Kelly, to practice on.  I like girls, they're all
right, but there's something awesome about molesting a grown woman.

   It sure turns me on.  Her frown, closing her eyes to try to shut it out.
Shaking her head, the almost painful grimace on her face.  Just like mom,
fucking herself with her toys.  Watching movies of her niece, potty
training.  I teased her, not even realizing it.  I didn't know about the
camera until she showed me he movie.  Told me how proud of me she is, but
she couldn't see us, in the bathroom.

   She could only imagine.

   "Huh!"

   That's how I knew it wasn't just dreams.  My nitemares were real, I
remember now.  Potty training, helping Kelly brought it all back, and then
she got off.

   Mom got off, and screamed.

   It always sounds like she's screaming.

   I thought I hurt her, in the bathroom.  On the potty, there was so much
blood, and she screamed.  Then she told me it was all right.  She liked it,
and she love me so much.  She doesn't love me like that any more, she loves
Katy, whih is why her mom will never let her near her.

   She just teases her, with movies.  Why, I bet they even molest
eachother, watching them.  I bet they fingerfucked eachother, watching Katy
suck my nipples, and feeling her hot little puss.

   "Hn, hm!"

   There, I relaxed.

   "Smop!  Huh!" Let her titty drop back down, the nipple wet with my spit,
and licked me lips.  "Hah!" I hugged her, cuddled my face on her chest.  "I
love you so much mommy."

   She never appeared in the videos before.  Nobody could tell she wasn't
my real mom.  She's my aunt, but she looks just like me.

   Or close enough, you'd never tell.

   "Hahn!" She just held my shoulders, and quietly cried to herself.

   Kinda got to wonder, what goes through her mind.

   I shrugged, "I'm going to take a shower." Peeled off my soaked panties,
right in front of the camera, and dropped them on the coffee table.

   She didn't say anything, just "Sniff?" ed.  She didn't even nod.
   ;