True Confession Time

Sis and I

This is how the first time I took advantage of my little sis Brie became a 30 year incestious affair. It all started we i was 10 and she was 6. Let me say that I did not go after her because of her age it was puberty and availability. I will explain how it all happened in story below. Please keep in mind this is based on our lives. I am sure I will enhance some because memory is memory. Brie and I still get together to pleasure each other on a regular bases. We are both married and have families of our own. We both love our spouses and children. Her husband has no idea that anything is happening now or in the past between the two of us. My wife is aware that Brie and I had something when we were younger but no clue that it still is happening. In saying that here is the story.

Like I said this happened when I was 10 and Brie was 6. It was New Year’s Eve 1988. I was in early puberty and recently started playing with myself. I was looking forward to this night because mom and dad were going to be at a party until late. My brother was spending the night out at a friends. Brie would be in bed early so I would have the main TV with cable all to myself. I had looked in the TV guide and found there was going to be an adult movie that started at 10:00 on showtime. I was super excited mom and dad left around 8:00. I was constiantly watching the clock for it to be nine o’clock the designated bedtime for Brie. Meaning I would have an hour for Brie to fall asleep before the movie started. When it was finally Brie’s bedtime. She whined and complained I finally convinced her by saying go lay down. By me saying I will check on you in an hour if you are still awake I will let you come back down.

After watching the slowest clock of my life up until then. I turned on showtime and went quietly up the stairs to check on Brie. I opened her door and sitting at her play table just starring at the door was Brie. She hopped up and said I am still awake you said I could come down and watch TV with you. I was in shock she was still up and didn’t react when she pushed by me. She was halfway down the stairs when I realized what was on the TV. I turned and sprinted by her. But it was to late by the time I got to the remote. Brie said you aren’t suppose to be watching this. Our parents having lecture our brother and me about adult movies when we got the movie channels. Brie was there and heard the lecture to. I shot back and said well your suppose to be in bed. So we both are in the wrong. I won’t tell if you don’t. When she didn’t respond I looked at her. She was sitting on the floor watching intently. I said do we have a deal you don’t tell I won’t tell. This snapped out of it. Looked at me and nodded.

I noticed her eyes looked down and I realized that I had a boner and my shorts were sticking out. I quickly sat down hiding it. Brie having two older brothers knew what it was and asked why do you have a boner. I said because of the movie makes me horny as a lady moans even louder at that point. This is were if I was a better person I would have changed the movie and changed the subject. I was not a better person. I was puberty driven kid who had a boner, porno playing, and a girl right in front of me. Brie was still looking at my crotch as the woman from the movie was getting louder. I said you are starring at my boner do you really want to see it. She nodded and I said you can not tell anyone I let you see it. She had got up on her knees and was shuffled over. I said you have to promise because I can get in a lot of trouble. Brie a nodded and I said say you promise she looked up and said I promise.

I was really horny and the sex scene had ended so. I stood up and pulled my shorts down letting my 10 year old cock free. I was very proud of my dick because my other buddy who was in puberty was only half aaa big as me. So standing there presenting my dick to my sister who kneeling right in front of me. I said if you promise not to tell you can touch it. She looked up and promised not to tell. Her tentative little hand reached out and with one finger touched the head. That brief touch sent electric shocks through me. I said since you already promised not to tell you can touch it more. She again tentatively reached out this time keeping her finger on it longer. I said go ahead feel it. A little more confident she reach up and wrapped her hand around it. I moaned not letting go she looked up at me. I said your hand feels amazing on my dick. If you want to make it feel even better you can stroke it. Brie looked up and said what do you mean. I reached down and guided her into stroking me. When I let go she continued and I couldn’t hold back. Having her be the first person besides a doctor or me to touch my dick. I moan and thrust my hips saying keep going I’m going to cum. She kept doing it and then I exploded. With all the build up I shot a huge load of what I later learned was just precum not really cum.

Well Brie was kneeling right in front of me. That is where I was aiming and the load hit her all over but mainly in the face. I actually saw a blast go into her mouth as she gasped from the shock of it. When I finished shooting cum all over my little sister guilt started in. I start apologizing and reminding her about the promises she made. I specially apologized and it going into her mouth. Brie quietly said its okay you didn’t mean to. I asked how did it taste. She scooped up more and put it into her mouth. This brought my dick back to full salute. Watching as she thought about it and she then said not bad. She then noticed I was hard again and reached back up. As she stroked me I said with your promise not to tell would you let me do other things. Brie’s eyes glued to her hand stroking my dick nodded yes. I said you need to let me go and let’s get you pj’s off so we don’t get more cum on them. She let go stood up and pulled off the nightgown and even though I didn’t say anything she pulled her panties off. As soon as Brie was naked she grabbed my dick again.

I asked you like playing with my dick. She nodded yes. I said would you want to suck it. Her eyes snapped up to mine looking a little scared. I said you don’t have to just asking. She looked relieved. I noticed the guy on the movie was rubbing is dick on a pussy. I said can we try that pointing. Brie watched for a few seconds then looked back at me and nodded. I had her lay on her back and spread her legs. As I got in position and while looking at my first real life pussy. I looked up and said can I taste you. You looked tentatively down at her pussy and back up at me. I said you got to taste me and added if you don’t like it tell me to stop. As Brie started nodding I buried my face in her little pussy. Licking all over and around it when all the sudden I hit a spot that caused her to jump. I looked up and said sorry asking if she wanted to stop. Quietly she said no so I went back to going to town enjoying her taste and aroma. I hit that spot again and she again jumped. I looked up and said do you like when I lick that spot. Brie whispered yes so I went back at it until I found the spot by her jump. I went to work with my tongue on that spot. After about another minute Brie was breathing heavily. Then she clamped her legs on my head as she twitched and then her little pussy got really wet. The aroma and taste had me diving back in to suck it all up. But Brie said stop.

I stopped immediately and she released her legs from around my head. I looked up and asked if she liked that. She nodded very energetically. So I said if we are alone and you keep you promise we can do this a lot more. I said can I still rub my dick on it. Still in a daze Brie said yes. I crawled up between her legs but realized it wouldn’t work. So I picked her up and put her on the coach. It was the right heighth. I slowly started rubbing my aching dick up and down Brie’s pussy. Between my saliva and her juices it was well lubed. I was also leaking precum making it even more slippery. When with a thrust on my part, a shift by Brie, and the mixture of all our juice acting as lube. The tip of my dick lined up perfectly with Brie’s pussy. I started cumming shooting my load directly into Brie. Brie jumped breaking the prefect alignment. Causing me to spray the next two blast to shoot all over her pussy. I was still working my duck trying to find the perfect line up because it felt amazing. Brie was shifting her hips to. The line up didn’t happen because I finished cumming.

We were both breathing hard. When we both claimed down. I asked her if that was okay. She nodded at me. I stood up and Brie whimpered. I said I am going to get a towel to clean up my mess. When I came back she was playing with the cum. I gentle wiped the cum off her little pussy. When I noticed a little glob coming from inside her. I said what did you like most about tonight. She thought while I continued to wipe up my cum leaking out of her pussy. She then said I like when you lick my and pointed at her pussy. I said I liked that too. She said I also liked when you rubbed your thing on me. I nodded that I like that to: I asked did it hurt when I shot my cum into you. She said no it felt good. I said can we do that again she nodded as she spread her legs. I looked up at the clock and saw it was around 11:30. I said why don’t we clean up down here turn everything off and go up stairs to play. After cleaning up I noticed that Brie was barely able to keep her eyes open. So I helped brie upstairs into her bed. As she was dozing off I reminded her about keeping our secret. She almost asleep said if we keep it secret we can play more. I agreed and she was out.

The next morning when I got up I was so nervous. I saw Brie’s door was open meaning she was already down stairs. I went down and saw mom and dad reading the paper while Brie was eating breakfast. When mom saw me she asked how the night went. I told her it went great. Mom said Brie told us you let her come back down to watch TV after not going to bed. I shrugged and said she went to her room for an hour to try and go to sleep. When she couldn’t I let her come down. Mom nodded and went back to reading paper. I went to get breakfast and Brie with a huge smile whispered I kept our big secret. I smiled and with a quick glance at mom and dad leaned down and quickly kissed her on the lips. She smiled and giggled as I went to get food.

This is how it all start for me. It took until summer until we got to play again. Because we were constantly busy. I will start working on that story.

Found this today and thought it was worth sharing

I THINK THIS GUY HAS IT ALL COVERED. I COULDN’T SPOT ANYTHING HE LEFT OUT. CAN I GET AN AMEN!?

I am the Democratic, Republican Liberal-Progressive’s Worst Nightmare. I am a White, Conservative, Tax-Paying, American Veteran, Gun Owning Biker. That’s me!

I am a Master Mason. I work hard and long hours with my hands to earn a living.

I believe in God and the freedom of religion, but I don’t push it on others

I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles.

I believe in American products and buy them whenever I can.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and not some liberal governmental functionary, Democrat or Republican, that wants to share it with others who don’t work!

I’m in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!

I think owning a gun doesn’t make you a killer; it makes you a smart American.

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything. Get over it!

I believe that if you are selling me a Big Mac or any other item, you should do it in English.

I believe there should be no other language option.

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

My heroes are Malcolm Forbes, Bill Gates, John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G. Davidson, who makes the awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles

I don’t hate the rich. I don’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

I’ve never owned a slave, nor was I a slave. I haven’t burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks, and neither have you!

I believe if you don’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country! This is AMERICA …We like it the way it is and more so the way it was….so stop trying to change it to look like Russia or China, or some other socialist country!

If you were born here and don’t like it… you are free to move to any Socialist country that will have you. I believe it is time to really clean house, starting with the Congress and all those who oppose the POTUS.

I want to know which church is it, exactly, where the Reverend Jesse Jackson preaches, where he gets his money, and why he is always part of the problem and not the solution? Can I get an AMEN on that one?

I also think the cops have the right to pull you over if you’re breaking the law, regardless of what color you are, but not just because you happen to ride a bike.

And, no, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driver’s license. I think it’s good….

And I’m proud that ‘God’ is written on my money..

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don’t want you deciding who should be running the most powerful nation in the world for the next four years.

I dislike those people standing in the intersections trying to sell me stuff or trying to guilt me into making ‘donations’ to their cause….Get a job and do your part to support yourself and your family!

I believe that it doesn’t take a village to raise a child, it takes a man and woman ..

I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the lawyers think!

I believe the American flag should be the only one allowed in AMERICA ! If this makes me a BAD American, then yes, I’m a BAD American. If you are a BAD American too, please forward this to everyone you know…

We want to return our country to the values it was founded on, and prospered under for over 200 years!

My Country…I hope this offends all illegal aliens.

My great, great, great, great grandfather watched and bled as his friends died in the Revolution and the War of 1812.

My great, great, great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Mexican American War.

My great, great grandfather watched as his friends and brothers died in the Civil War.

My great grandfather watched as his friends died in the Spanish-American War.

My grandfather watched as his friends died in WW I.

My father watched as his friends died in WW II and the Korean War.

I watched as my friends died in Vietnam, Panama and Desert Storm.

My son watched and bled as his friends died in Afghanistan and Iraq..

None of them died for the Mexican Flag.

Everyone of them died for the American flag.

Texas high school students raised a Mexican flag on a school flag pole, other students took it down. Guess who was expelled…the students who took it down.

California high school students were sent home on Cinco de Mayo because they wore T-shirts with the American flag printed on them.

Enough is enough!

This message needs to be viewed by every American; and every American needs to stand up for America .

We’ve bent over to appease the America-haters long enough.

I’m taking a stand.

I’m standing up because of the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars for this country, and for the American flag.

If you agree, stand up with me.

And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.

AMERICANS, stop giving away Your RIGHTS! Let me make this clear! THIS IS MY COUNTRY!

This statement DOES NOT mean I’m against immigration!

YOU ARE WELCOME HERE, IN MY COUNTRY, welcome to come legally:

1. Get a sponsor!

2. Learn the LANGUAGE, as immigrants have in the past!

3. Live by OUR rules!

4. Get a job!

5. Pay YOUR Taxes!

6. No Social Security until you have earned it and Paid for it!

7. NOW find a place to lay your head!

We’ve gone so far the other way … bent over backwards not to offend anyone.

Only AMERICANS seems to care when American Citizens are being offended!

WAKE UP America !!!

IN GOD WE STILL TRUST

GOD BLESS THE USA

“If My people who are called by My name, will humble themselves and seek My face, and turn from their sins, then I will hear from heaven and forgive their sins, and heal their land.”

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Things from my childhood kids today might know nothing about.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn’t have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The cashier said, “I’m sorry, but you don’t have enough money to buy this doll.” Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ”Granny, are you sure I don’t have enough money?” The old lady replied: ”You know that you don’t have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.” Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. “It’s the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.” I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her afterall, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. “No, Santa Claus can’t bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.” His eyes were so sad while saying this. “My sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.” My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: “I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.” Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me “I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won’t forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she doesn’t have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.” Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. “Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?” “OK,” he said, “I hope I do have enough.” I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: “Thank you God for giving me enough money!” Then he looked at me and added, “I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me!” “I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn’t dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.” “My mommy loves white roses.” A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn’t get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn’t stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Reblog this message. 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart

Not that agree with chainmail, but wow