barn! Another baby up the old cock hole! “Mom was about to go out of her mind when she found out she had me up her cunt.
The way I know about all this is that when my grandmother died three years ago-this was Mom’s mother-I was the one who had to go over and get the stuff all sorted out. There were a lot of letters Morn had written, going back to when she’d first met Dad; and I read them all. I found out a lot of things I hadn’t known the afternoon I opened up that old trunk, believe me! “Maybe another reason Morn always bitched about the camps was that, if there was a house at all, it was usually just a little one or two room hut with cardboard for walls and all that sort of thing. I figured out, from things I remembered hearing her say and from what I saw in the letters, that it really bugged her, having to screw Dad with Billy and me sleeping in the same room.
She was a real hot ass, no doubt about it, and I guess she loved her prick. But I can see how it might inhibit you a little, trying to ball your old man with a couple of kids sleeping six or eight feet away.
“One way they used to cope with that kind of situation was to fuck in the bathroom, whenever they had one. Mom would turn the shower on- most of those showers were lined with flattened out gasoline drums-and that would make enough noise till you’d think the house was coming down. I never understood why they would both get in the bathroom at the same time until one day I happened to find out.
“We were taking a vacation, a short one, and we’d rented a little beach house on Crete. This one was a real palace-at least, it had two bathrooms-and Billy and I had a bedroom to ourselves. For some reason, though, Mom and Dad didn’t give up the old ways. Maybe they’d gotten hooked on bathroom screwing, I don’t know. They were going at it in the john. The way I found out is that I was looking in this little cupboard under my own lavatory and I peeked through a crack where the plumbing went through. It was a really crummily built house and you could see right in to where they were.
“Mom was sitting over Dad, with her back to him. He was on the stool and she was just fitting his tool up into her cunt. Man! I never knew he had a thing like that hooked onto him! It looked about the size of my forearm and it had this big red knob at the end. But Mom wasn’t scared of it, not one bit! Man, she gathered that big hunk of cock up and just rammed it up her cunt! And then, when she got a good cunt-grip on it, she really went to town! Of all the grunting and heaving and ass-grinding you ever saw, she really put on the best show ever; and, when she’d fucked him into a big come, she just hopped right off and started going down on him! “Once I’d peeked through that hole and saw what was going on I was hooked. I couldn’t have looked away for anything in the world. I didn’t have the slightest idea what they were doing. Shit, I wasn’t but seven or eight at the time. What could you expect from me? It really got hold of me. I didn’t come or anything like that while I was watching but, as I remember, I got a nice little glow down in my pussy. Of course I didn’t know what to do about it then.
“Anyway, I really remember the bathrooms, or the lack of them, at the places we stayed when I was growing up. Every time I’d go out to pee or take a shit, if it was one of the places where we had to go outdoors and there wasn’t any place to hide, Mom would always tell me to be sure and look around so nobody would see me doing it. I don’t know what could be so damned exciting about watching a little girl piss or shit, but she sure went on about it.
“And Billy, I guess I remember him too, the little turd. Man, it really knocked me out when he was born. I guess it was natural for Da4 to take on about me right after Mom and I hail moved out to join him. After all, I was his only child and it had been a long time since he’d seen me. That first year, man, he really took on about me and acted like I was just the greatest thing in the world. And then Billy came along. It was just the difference between night and day, the difference when he made the scene. I guess I was a nasty little shit for a while. I’ve read a little psychology since then and I know that there’s such a thing as sibling rivalry. But I also know that it wasn’t right, Dad taking on about him so much.
“What the hell, he couldn’t do anything but lay there in the crib and yell for the nipple. Either that or mess up his diapers. God, the times I had to wipe the crap off his ass! Mom hated diapers and she’d always try ‘to get me to change him if she could. I guess that’s one reason I started going outside so much, just to get away from all that crap. I’m just positive that there were times when I could cheerfully have let the little asshole wander off into the desert by himself. I detested him that much.
“But that wasn’t all of it. At the same time that I hated him, I’d hate myself too. You know, everyone had always given me that big line about famil3f solidarity and all that. If I say it myself, we were a pretty tight family and I guess that’s why I sometimes felt so bad about the way I felt and acted when Billy was around. There were times-not very many, but there were some-when I’d really go overboard trying to make it up to him for all the bad things I’d done or thought.
“That’s exactly what led to my getting the only spanking I ever got in my life.
It wasn’t very long after that time that I first saw Mom and Dad fucking in the john, as a matter of fact. Billy and I had gone down to the beach, to a fairly secluded little cove that we used sometimes, and we’d had a little swim. When we got out, he’d howled and cried till I’d taken his bathing suit off. He’d gotten some sand on it and he thought it was ruined.
“Well, the more I looked at him running around naked the more I thought about what I’d seen Mom do that time with Dad. I don’t mean the tucking part-I knew that was out already. I mean the sucking part, the part where she’d licked his cock off after she’d fucked him. Well, after a little bit I just couldn’t stand it any more and I got Billy down so I could suck on his cock. It was such a tiny little thing I barely could get hold of it with my lips. But it got hard and I believe that he was getting a pretty good feeling out of it. He got real still and quiet when I got my mouth on it, like maybe he was reeling it pretty good.
“Regardless of whether he was feeling it or not, that was about the time Morn came in and caught me going down on him. Man, was she ever ticked off! That was the only time I ever got a spanking in my entire life but she really laid it on me.
‘You little whore!” she yelled out when she saw what I was doing. “I’ll beat your ass into a pulp! The very idea, doing that to your own baby brother!”
“And she damn near did beat my ass to a pulp, too. She yanked up my dress and started whaling my butt with a hairbrush, just like in the cartoons. I thought she’d never quit. I didn’t even have a chance to explain that I was just doing what I’d seen her do, though I guess now it’s just as well that I didn’t go into that! Anyway, she really did a job on me. Hell, I wasn’t intending to hurt the little fart. I just wanted to see what it felt like! And Billy, I think, was sort of enjoying it.
“Anyway, Mom was sure now, that the camp life was making me into a whore, even though I was only eight or nine. She was always really uptight ‘about maybe One of the workers getting a prick into me, and she used to harp at me all the time about being careful not to wander off. Hell, I don’t think there was all that much danger but what could I do? I stayed around pretty close to the campsite, wherever it happened to be. It wasn’t long after she’d caught me sucking Billy that ‘she started talking to Dad about sending me to a boarding school.
“All that time, you understand, I was getting my education’ through one of those correspondence course deals that some religious order in the States has set ‘up. Between that and what I got from Mom and Dad, together with a tutor they hired for one summer, I was in pretty good academic shape. I had to take an entrance exam but I didn’t have any trouble with that. So, I was ready to go to boarding school just after I’d turned thirteen. “I wasn’t a total novice about sex s4ff when I came back to the States. That’s mostly because, of Enid, the tutor Mom and Dad had gotten for me. She turned up one summer just after Pd turned eleven and we became pretty good friends. She was English and about twenty at the time, I guess. She had a real good idea of what it was like to be a girl out in the wilderness and no other girls around for hundreds of miles.
“I learned about finger fucking from Enid. She called it trigging, which is what the English sometimes call it, but it was the same thing. I came up on her in the bushes once, when I was going out to pee, and found her sprawled out with her shorts down around her ankles and both hands between her legs. Man, she was really ripping it off! I didn’t have the faintest idea what she was doing, of course, but she was pretty nice about showing me what was what.
“I hadn’t even started having periods at that time and my pussy was still a little, undeveloped thing, but I could make it feel pretty good, despite all that. She wanted me to do it to her sometimes-I guess she was a little on the queer side-but I couldn’t ever get up my nerve to do that. I’d just sit and rub myself while I watched her drive her fingers up her cunt. She had thi8 thing about liking to stretch her cunthole-she’d stick in both index fingers and then pull it apart so you could see way up inside, really exciting to look at. She’d just open it up and let it lose, open it up and let it close, over and over until, POP! She’d have herself a nice come going, and then it would be all over with. She told me about a lot of other ways and said that I should experiment around with them until I found the
