Well, my cousin moving back to her home (in another state) left me all alone and very very very horny and curious all the time. Before long, I was putting all kinds of things into my vagina and my asshole. I liked the ass penetration better at age 9 because I guess I wasn't quite in puberty yet, and I was more sensitive sexually in the anal area because of that. I also didn't have a clue about what a hymen was and why it hurt more to put bigger things in my vagina -- all I know was that I could get bigger things in my ass, and that felt so much better! All I needed was patience and a lot of spit or Vaseline or Crisco! So more and more I would play with my ass when I masturbated.
Soon I was curious if I could dig out some shit, so finally I did. For a few times I just wiped off my fingers and would then just sniff them and masturbate. Then I finally was so horny one day I just didn't wipe them off, and instead I shoved the fingers with my shit on them straight into my mouth. WOW! After that, I started shitting directly into my hand and biting off pieces to chew. In the bathroom at bath time I would shit and then smear it on my body, etc.
So that's how I got into it. By high school, I'd started dating (secretly, of course, this is the American south after all) girls -- and with teenage lesbians (as well as gay boys, I'm told), you've got to understand that "dating" really means "fucking", there's no "romance only" or "non-sex" dating going on (more than once) in a lesbian teenage relationship, OK? It's not like with hetero couples and the girl so pious and "saving herself" or any of that bullshit. Anyway, by high school I went through a few girls until I finally found one who tried to farm my ass without me even asking her to, and she let me farm hers without any problems. We started licking each other's dirty fingers, and that led to smearing and eating, etc.
And that's how I found my way down the brown road!
My sister, being more Hannah's age, was pissed at her all that one summer for ignoring her and devoting her time to me. It took about two seconds for her to figure out that Hannah was molesting me, and so my mom found out about it too, right away. She sat the two of us down and told us that it was OK, she and my sister (named Katherine) wouldn't tell anyone, that it was a natural part of growing up to explore and experiment with those who were close to us. So we did! Meanwhile, Katherine had already been involved in fucking with our mom for almost five years, but I didn't find out about that until Christmas Day later that year.
Katherine never got along all that well with Hannah anyway. In fact, they hated each other; but Kath was still pissed that I got all the attention. So when Hannah went back home after the summer I was put through sister hell by Katherine from the time school started all the way until Christmas Day. It was one thing after another, and I'm sure all you other girls out there who've had hate-wars with your own sisters will understand what I'm talking about. Pure evil, she was! And I learned how to be so mean right back to her.
But then our mom forced us to get along on Christmas. I was nearly 10 years old, and we didn't have much money (Mom was -- and still is -- a nurse at the hospital); I knew I wouldn't be getting much of anything as gifts. Then Christmas Eve rolls around and we got into our nightgowns after eating at Sambo's (remember those?), and we sat around the tree and handed over one gift to each other. The rest would wait until morning. I'll never forget what I got my mom -- a tiny gold-plated angel charm for her charm bracelet. I'd saved up for it all fall! I got my sister a pair of Snoopy socks; she gave to me three of her old albums (Pink Floyd "Piper at the Gates of Dawn", which I loved, something by Elton John, which I liked, and Disco Duck, which I secretly loved).
My mother says, "Katherine, Jennifer, this Christmas I want to do my present a little differently for the two of you." She waited a minute until we both realized she wasn't holding any actual packages for us in her hands.
"I'm giving you each other," she said. "Katherine, my gift to you is your sister Jennifer. Jennifer, my gift to you is your sister Katherine." We just gawked at her, or at least I know I did.
Then Mom said, "In order for this gift to work, though, you two need to sleep together tonight, in the same bed. You need to learn about each other's bodies, and that will bring the two to you together, finally, at the heart, too." I'll never forget those words or how she said them for as long as I live! She wept the whole time, these heavy, happy tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked the prettiest I'd ever seen her then, and she looked really tired, too. But she always looked tired -- she was a nurse, after all.
Katherine gasped and made some strangling sort-of sounds, but she didn't say anything. I found out later that she was as clueless as I was about Mom's gift. Nothing in me wanted to move or make any sounds at all, it was like I was shocked to stone. I'd been so thrilled to have fucked around with Hannah that summer, but it had never occurred to me that it was possible -- or acceptable -- to fuck someone who was as close to you as your sister! Even though I was already pretty experienced with incest with my cousin, this was like a whole other kind of rules-breaking for me. I was terrified. But I was also soaking wet in an instant, down where it counted. And that meant I got over my fears pretty quickly.
All it took was for Mom to go to Katherine and begin to make out with her. "I'll show you girls what I mean," she said, and then she just started kissing her. The most tender, loving french kissing I'd ever seen in my life. Katherine was shaking all over. It was the first moment I ever knew that my mother wanted either of us sexually. At the time, I thought it was Kath's first time kissing her -- that she was as new to it and as scared as I was. Duh!
Anyway, Mom finally pulls back from the kiss and simply lifts Katherine's long David Cassidy t-shirt up and over her head, then motions her to stand up. Mom then pulled down Kath's panties and had her step out of them, and then she said, "Now, Katherine, you go undress your sister and take her to bed."
Wow. I'll never forget how her fingers were shaking when the finally got around to pulling up on my own nightie (Pooh! He never goes out of style!!) and then helping me out of my panties. I still couldn't exactly look her straight in the face, and I thought I'd just pass out from the shock of it all at any moment. Kath then took my hand in hers, and her hand was molten hot. And it stopped shaking as soon as she got hold of it. I remember even looking down at our two hands clasped together and feeling like it was the weirdest thing I could ever imagine. And then Kath seemed all calm like that and it sort of freaked me out even more! I was doing all the shaking then.
"Use my bed tonight, since it's bigger," Mom said, shooing us gently toward her bedrooom. "I'll sleep out here on the couch and watch TV. Don't you worry about me. You'll have your privacy. And I promise, if you get loud, I won't notice a thing."
Soooooooooo, Kath takes me in there, and she said, "I can't believe this shit." And then my feelings are suddenly all hurt. I get worried for Mom, not wanting to disappoint her, and I said, "We can at least sleep in the same bed, can't we?" We got under the covers, stark naked, and had about a foot of space between us -- it was a double bed (but I have a king-size in my house now, heheh!) -- and we each rolled onto our sides away from each other. I was so confused and scared and horny and hurt by my sister's rejection all at the same time. There was no way I would fall asleep any time soon. Kath was as quiet and as still as a rock on her side. I couldn't even feel the covers move when she breathed.
Eventually I couldn't stand it any more, and I got up and went into Mom's master bathroom and locked the door. I sat on the toilet and peed a little, then I just started masturbating. If it's not too squicky to say in this forum, I should tell you that I like playing around with things like my pee, so pretty soon I was squirting out little bursts while I diddled down there, and using my other hand and getting it all wet and then rubbing it all over my little breasts. I'd barely begun to show on my chest, but I was puffy and sensitive enough to really give my nipples a lot of focus. It was driving me crazy, though, because I couldn't orgasm. (I grew up hearing this myth about how a girl can't orgasm until she reaches "a certain age", and I always thought that was funny because I'd been climaxing since forever, you know?)
I was just too tense, too upset and worried and everything. But I didn't want to do anything else in there with my sister so close by, so when I was finally empty of all my piss and still hadn't managed to feel any better, I got in the shower and washed off, dried, took a nice big dump in the toilet and brushed my teeth with Mom's toothbrush, finally ready -- and finally sleepy enough -- to get back in that bed and just forget about it all.
When I opened the door, Mom was sitting at the foot of the bed, talking quietly to Katherine, who was sitting propped against the pillows, her legs indian-style, just this gorgeous 15 year-old girl on top of the covers. Her naked skin looked all golden in the light of this one lamp Mom had turned on. They both looked at me with little smiles on their faces, and suddenly I was not sleepy at all. The sensation of rapid lubrication in my pussy is impossible to describe, but let's just say that you other girls will understand. It was like an entire new body part was suddenly magically taking over. A soaking wet aching animal between my legs. I wanted to start rubbing myself right there in front of them. But instead, I just stood there in the doorway of the bathroom, naked, small, and feeling more than a little crazy.
"You've been in there almost an hour," Kath teased. "What took you so long, huh?"
Mom laughed and patted the bed beside her. "Don't mind your sister, Jennifer. She's not so cranky now. We've talked about it. You come on over here and give her a hug, and then everything will be all right."
So I did. It was like I was spellbound, one of those moments where you are outside your own body, not in control. I got onto the bed without realizing I'd even made the decision to move toward it, and I crawled up into Kath's lap (she was nearly a foot taller than me then) and just laid my head on her shoulder, wrapping my arms up around her neck. She slid her hands up and down my sides a little, and the shivers that ran through me nearly made me pee myself! (Isn't it amazing how we can pee five minutes after we'd just finished peeing a whole bunch?!) Goosebumps were everywhere, and I sort of started giggling a little. Kath finally just wrapped me up in her long arms and held me close, her face pressed into my hair on top of my head, her breath really short and hot.
"There. That's better!" Mom said, and she left the room and closed the door.
As soon as it was shut I looked up, and for the first time since we sat around the Christmas tree I stared Kath right in the eyes. She stared back for a long time, and then -- just before I thought, honestly, that I would die if something didn't happen -- we were kissing. Mouths opened automatically, and it was a mind-blowing deep kiss right from the start. For minute after minute after minute we kissed, and Kath's hands were roaming all over. They finally just stayed on my little breasts, and I got all shakey and had to break off the kiss as a little orgasm hit me.
Then she laid me out on the bed and sucked and bit my nipples over and over, and her hand went down to my pussy and rubbed it so good. It was then that I knew without a doubt that she had done this before. I wondered if her best friend from school was her lover, never in my stupid mind thinking it was really Mom!
Eventually she was eating me out. She gave me another two orgasms before she stopped, came back up, and kissed me really deeply again. We took a little break and talked while she fingered me. She admitted hating me for getting to fuck around with Hannah when she could not, but then she started crying and couldn't talk any more, and then we were kissing again.
I asked if I could kiss and suck on her body like she'd done to me, so we switched places, and I got to put my mouth on her gorgeous B-cup breasts and her tiny nipples, and my hand went to work on her cunt. She was very hairy then, and I remember being so amazed and impressed, because at that time I had just the wispiest of hairs on my own pussy; as we all did, I spent a whole lot of time during that point in my life just wishing that my hair would grow in faster and all that. Kath's hairy pussy was like the coolest gift I EVER could have gotten for Christmas, that was for sure!
Finally I went down, kissing my way to her bush, but Kath asked me to go down her legs first, and to kiss her feet and suck on her toes. That was new to me, but I did it automatically. Her feet were long and soft and clean, and I spent a lot of time on them. Kath began to moan so much and move around so much, though, that I had a hard time concentrating. I wanted to get up to her crotch and get my mouth on her there. So I eventually just stopped with her feet, quickly kissed my way up to her musky, soaked mound, and started slurping at it.
It took about ten seconds for Kath to hit her first orgasm, and I just remember grabbing her by the hips and trying to keep my face down on her while she bucked around. Munch, munch, munch, you know?! It was so wonderful. The incest barrier was gone totally for me, obviously, and looking back it was pretty clear that my cousin Hannah fucking me had really broken me in for the taboo-breaking a lot better than I would have realized. I wasn't freaked at all to be fucking my sister like that, not anymore.
We finished our first lovemaking, went and took turns peeing in the bathroom (she let me watch her, and I enthusiastically let her watch me), then got back in bed and snuggled until we fell asleep.
The next morning we didn't wake up until nearly ten; then we fucked again until nearly lunch. And Mom stayed out the whole time, true to her word.
And then we went out, sat back around the tree, and got our BIG presents. Because it was Christmas Day, after all, and I couldn't help but wonder what could be better than what I'd already been given.
Silly me!
--There's more, of course. One big difference in my life versus Sammie's is that I was involved in incest for so long. My toilet fetishes really didn't have anything to do with that, though. They were still private just to me until I found the right girl later on. But it's still good to know a person's whole background, I think. I'll put up stories later about my sister and my mom and all that, but mostly I want to stick to what really gets me the horniest, and that's piss and shit!