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How the ghost of Adolf Hitler helped me to become a better person and fuck my sister
Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Fiction, Incest, Male/Female, Author: FULL_NIHILISTIC_TITS, Rating: 79.2, Source: sexstories.com
long legs, and a cute, round ass that I just wanted to put my hands on and never let it go; there she was, only in an old, too tight t-shirt and some panties, in my room, in this house we were both living in along with the rest of my family, in this county where incest was illegal. "What the FUCK dude, did the alcohol kill your last remaining brain cells? Would it kill you to keep it down? Some people are trying to sleep here, fuck. You look worse than I did the day after I turned 21. Is everything okay or why did you decide to scream as if your dick fell off?" "I-I just...though I was in, like, a coma or dying or..." "No, you're not, now shut up and let me sleep fuck damn it", she said as she walked out and I couldn't help but staring at her two perfect cheeks moving out of my room. Alright, I must have hallucinated. I mean, why would the voice of Hitler's ghost talk to me? "Wow, your sister is hot." Oh fuck I'm too young for brain damage. "Don't worry, by the way, she can't hear me. Only you can." The look on my face must have told Hitler that this was precisely part of what I worried about. "Oh, wait, do you think you've gone mad? Nah, I can assure you I'm as real as good germany steel. Here, I'll show myself to you. Don't worry, you're not schizophrenic, I really am Adolf Hitler" And indeed he began to manifest before my eyes. "See?" the man who commanded the Wehrmacht until his suicide in 1945 exclaimed with a hint of pride, "You're not insane. I'm here to help you." ...