1. My cousin Jo ans I, Part 1


    Date: 8/17/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: uncledick, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    sister?” “Yea?” “I don’t know how to say this but Ricky and dad have been molesting me since I was 13.” “WHAT?” I almost yell. She puts her hand over my mouth. “Please no one can know. Your the only one I’ve ever told. I hate it but I don’t know what to do or how to stop it. It makes me sick every time it happens and wish they would die.” I’m just completely blown away with what she has just told me. “Thats why I wanted to stay here all summer. To get away from them.” She begins to cry. I roll on my side wrap my arm around her trying to console her. “I will do anything I can to protect you, you know that don’t you.” She still wimpering shakes her head yes and puts her arm around me. her head rest aginst my chest. I’m ashamed as I am hard as a rock and afraid she will feel it. She cuddles closer if that was possible. I mange to keep my cock from touching her, believe me that was a difficult thing to do. I’m so mad I want to go up stairs with a ball bat and kill uncle Bob. I say “How the fuck can he do that to his own daughter? Fucking worthless piece of shit and Ricky too. You should tell someone, the law.” “I can’t he said the law would never believe me ...
    as he is in good with them there. It would kill mom and destroy our family too if I told her. He said he would tell her I came on to him and did it to get money from him.” “I would say the two of them has already done that.” “I was young and didn’t understand why dad was doing what he was doing to me. Telling me he loved me and it was ok. Of course he was drunk all the times he did it. I have tried to get them to stop but they won’t. Telling me that I really want it even though I say no.” “Well you will be safe here, at least for the summer. I would never let any one harm you while you with me. I’d kill them first. Thats a promise.” She kisses me on the cheek saying she better get back to the couch. Again I can’t sleep thinking of how she has been abused. I lay there listening to her sleep a small whimper coming from her occasionaly. I feel terrible about how I had been thinking of her my self. I and how much I loved feeling her huge tits touching me. How much I really wanted to touch and squeeze them too. I can’t help my feelings but I do not want to abuse her as her father and brother had done. I loved her too much to do that to her. Part 2 to follow.
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