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How I Solved My Nightmares



Okay, I'm in trouble. And I don't mean like, you know I broke a window trouble, or I 
stole a tube of lipstick trouble, or I dropped out of school trouble, or even I got caught 
with a bag of drugs trouble. I mean a huge pile of big, big trouble.

Sorry, I know it's kind of a bad way to start out like that, but it's true. And now I've got a 
ton of free time on my hands, because of it, so I want to explain it. Gramma insists that I 
do something with my time, so I wanted to write. At least this way I can search the web 
when she's not looking. I kind of have to anyway, there's so much I've got to learn now. 
And I thought going to normal school was bad.

I should probably start from the beginning. He-he, I read a story that started that way 
once, so I guess I'll use it. But what beginning? Err, that doesn't make sense, I mean, at 
what point in time should I call the beginning.

Well about a year and a half ago, my sister, oh her name's Nina, her and her girlfriend 
got engaged. Sis popped the question, by the way, if you were interested. And her 
girlfriend Mary said yes. It was so awesome, and I'm so happy for them. We live in 
Massachusetts, so they can get married legally and everything. I even get to be the maid 
of honor! It was so perfect… For them. For me, it was terrible. I know that sounds awful, 
like I'm some self centered spoiled brat, but I'll explain. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you.

Okay, don't, like, treat me like a little kid. I'm not a little kid, okay? I'm thirteen years 
old, but I have these problems. See, I have anxiety, really bad anxiety. Like, I have to 
take medication for it and I'm still shaking. I mean, not all the time, you know. I'm sorry, 
I suck at explaining it. I have these medications I take that are supposed to help, and they 
do during the day, but that's not my problem. 

See, my parents are gone. They died driving home one day, like, right outside of my 
home. And me and sis were the first people to see them, you know, dying. I watched the 
crash with my own eyes. So I get these nightmares. Bad nightmares. I've gone to therapy 
and everything, but I can't help it. At least once a week I wake up in the middle of the 
night with these panic attacks. I can barely breathe, I'm shaking, I'm covered in sweat, 
sometimes I wonder if this is gonna be the time when I'm gonna die. I know I'm not, but 
it's scary.

So anyway, that's important, but it's not really the story I wanted to write out. But I don't 
know how to explain it really without telling you that. I guess it all started back ten 
months ago. It was about a week before my sister was going to move out

So anyway, that night, I was sitting around at dinner with Nina. Gramma was there, 
trying to make dinner. Oh yeah, me and sis live with her now, have ever since our parents 
died. Most of the time Nina and me did everything we could to make it easier for her, but 
she was stubborn. Oops, maybe I should delete that. You know what, I don't want her to 
read this anyway, I'll keep it in. But yeah, Gramma is um, well she's old. I mean she does 
good for seventy eight years old, but she's not in perfect shape, you know? So we try to 
do what we can, but she insists on making breakfast every morning and dinner every 
night. We've even tried to make dinner for her, but she gets insulted. But we do the 
dishes, and clean up, so we're trying. It's not easy when the person you want to help can 
ground you, just for helping! So unfair…

Anyway, I couldn't forget that night if I wanted to. It was Friday night, I remember that 
because the whole week had been a heat wave, and I was actually going to miss school 
for once, just because of the AC. We were all sitting down to a nice chicken dinner. And 
somehow we got to talking about sis moving out, right after grace. Gramma always had 
us say grace.

"Well Lillian, looking forward to getting the big room all for yourself?" Gramma asked 
me. Oh yeah, that's my name, Lillian, forgot to tell you. But nobody besides Gramma 
calls me that. Everyone else, even my teachers, calls me Lily.

"I don't know," I said nervously. It was such a loaded question, so unfair. What do I say 
to that? I mean yeah the big room would be nice. I'd love to have more space. But I 
didn't want sis to move out, even if it meant I got the bigger room.

"Of course she is. I bet she's already drooling over the closet space. But yeah Grandma, 
we're going to start moving some stuff out over the next couple of weeks, you know the 
winter clothes and everything. I'm going to hold onto the summer stuff and of course the 
furniture. We won't move everything else out until the end. Until we move out, I plan on 
keeping my promise to Lily," she said, handing Gramma the gravy. She meant her 
promise to take care of me until their honeymoon. Sis poured herself another glass of 
wine, she was kicking back a bit. 

"Well that's nice. No need to live in an empty room. You know you'll always be 
welcome here, no matter what the reason," Gramma said, patting Nina's hand. Even 
though Gramma was Catholic, well, we were too, but I mean Gramma was okay with my 
sister's girlfriend, and being, you know, gay. Or lesbian, that's what they like to be 
called.

"Grandma, you know I love you, and Mary does too. That's why she's out working an 
extra shift tonight to save up. But we want to grow up and be adults. You know I 
appreciate everything you've done for me, but I don't want to live off of you for my 
whole life. And if anything happens, you're the best security net I could ever imagine. 
But unless something crazy happens, like someone gets pregnant, we're going to move 
out. We can afford the apartment that we're getting, and it's a nice place in a good 
neighborhood, for a great price," Nina said, in between bouts of stuffing her mouth with 
turkey. She finished it off with a long pull from her wine glass. She's only twenty, but 
Gramma doesn't mind as long as she only drinks in the house and not with anyone, 
except for Mary. Sometimes she sneaks me a little bit of wine from it, after Gramma's 
gone to sleep. I better make sure she doesn't see this.

"Well that's nice dear. It will be nice of you to be in the city, but with this heat, it's going 
to be dreadful," Gramma said, wiping her brow. Even now I remember how hot it was, 
especially eating in the kitchen after we had just cooked chicken and potatoes and peas 
made the room even hotter. 

"Maybe we'll get an air conditioner for a wedding gift," sis said, like she expected it 
already. I found out that Mary's parents had bought it for them. And I'm still jealous that 
I have to use a box fan while her room is like seventy…but that's not important.

"Well you'll always have a place here," Gramma said with a smile. "Did you get your 
homework done yet Lillian?"

"Not yet Gramma, I'll do it after dinner," I said, with a little grimace. She was always on 
me about my homework, which is so unfair. I always do it, so why does she always have 
to ask? 

"Well you'd better hurry, I know you want to get it done so you can watch your 
programs," she said, nibbling on turkey.

"But Gramma, it's Friday!" I argued, wolfing down dinner. I mean, we always eat late, 
like seven at night. But Gramma takes naps in the afternoon after she knows I got home 
from school. So during the week I do my homework in the afternoon, to get it out of the 
way. I'm sorry, I guess this part isn't too important. 

"Oh is it? Must have lost track of the days. Still, you should have your homework done 
by now," she said, with a disapproving look. I couldn't fight anymore. I knew I had no 
choice after that look. I just ate the rest of dinner in peace while making small talk.

Anyway, I went and did the stupid homework. Not that I have to worry about that 
anymore, heh. But I didn't really do much else that night. I watched TV, talked to a 
couple of friends, hung out online, watched some music videos on Youtube, chatted a bit. 
I knew some people who were going to a party but as usual Gramma wouldn't let me go, 
so I just sat in front of a fan and baked all night.

Then I got ready for sleep. I put on the same old silly pajamas that Gramma wants me to 
wear. She insists that a proper lady always wears pajamas, even when it's like a hundred 
out. At least they were light pajamas. Then I put the box fan in the window to blow in 
some cool air. I turned the lights off and set my glasses on the nightstand, and tried to 
sleep.

See, I told you about my nightmares. It makes me almost afraid of going to sleep. But 
look, when I have nightmares, I have nightmares. Not little things, like I'm falling off of 
a building, or I'm being chased by a dog, or something. I mean nightmares.

I have these visions of mommy and daddy. Not really visions, I guess, it's like watching a 
movie of the way that they died. The last time I saw them, they, they hit this big tree that 
was in front of the house. I was waiting for them, sitting in front of the window. I 
remember seeing their car driving up in the street light. The police said they took the turn 
too fast…someone was speeding and hit them, and slammed them up against the tree. 
That was more than five years ago. I was barely seven at the time, and when me and Nina 
ran out there we saw it. Saw them, I mean, both of them…it wasn't pretty. I watched 
mommy and daddy…die. I don't, I don't even want to think of it right now. It gives me 
the creeps. I don't ever want to think about it, but I can't help it. I would never want my 
kid to experience anything like that. But on a night like that it's worse for me when I 
dream it because I can't just avoid it, or think about something else. 

I jumped from my bed. I was panting and wheezing. My chest was tight, I was out of 
breath…I thought I was going to have another attack. I grabbed my inhaler and took two 
puffs quickly. It doesn't help for the panic attack but it helps me to breathe. Despite the 
medication for it, I still felt anxious, still got the attacks. Now I'm trying this new therapy 
to get rid of my anxiety without drugs, and it kind of helps. But back then I just had those 
pills and they only seemed to make it worse.

The only thing that made it feel better was sis. I mean I don't have mommy or daddy 
anymore. And I love Gramma but she's…well she's Gramma. I know it sounds like I'm a 
toddler or something, but I always run to sis's room after a panic attack, ever since I was 
a little kid. That night was kind of different though.

I mean first off it was like a hundred degrees that night. I was wearing my light PJs, and 
still sweating as I ran towards her door, the hallway barely lit by the tiny bulb of the 
nightlight. Thank god her room was right next to mine, or else I probably would have 
tripped over something.

I ran into the room, looking at my sister. She was snoring, like she always did after she 
had wine. She had one of those masks on her face to cover up her eyes. Usually she 
worked kind of late at the Walmart and so she slept in every morning, and didn't want the 
sun to wake her. Anyway, she was barely hidden under the silky sheets. 

"Sis?" I asked, trying to control my breathing.

"Huh? Oh Lily?" she asked, groaning. Or maybe it was a sigh. I don't know for sure. I do 
remember her breath was bad, I wondered if she had more wine than I knew about. "You 
have another one?"

"Yeah," I said, ashamedly. 

"Okay, come on," she said, rolling onto one side of the bed. I crawled into the bed feeling 
the cold air from the fan hit my chilly skin. Covering myself up with the sheet, I felt her 
hot body against my cold one. Even though I was wearing the pajamas, and it was 
burning hot, the night sweats were cold. So I was extra cold. She was only wearing a bra 
and panties that night, and even with the fan she was still hot. Uh I mean, hot like, warm, 
not hot like, you know, gorgeous, but she was that too. I mean she is that, uh, I mean, my 
sister is really pretty, but that night she was also really warm.

Anyway, as I felt her body next to mine, her slow and steady breaths were one of the 
calmest things I could think of, and my breathing slowed down to hers. I could feel her 
heart beating next to mine, and it helped my own racing heart. I calmed down, relaxed, 
whatever, and slowly but surely, I fell back to sleep next to her. Everything was fine, just 
like every other night. Or so I thought…

Lying in bed next to my sister, I had the worst nightmare that I had ever dreamt. I know it 
sounds bad, but at the time, it was even worse than the ones about mommy and daddy. 
Maybe it was because I had just had the other nightmare so many times, or maybe it was 
because the other nightmare had stuff that had already happened. But this nightmare 
scared me so bad.

I dreamt that Nina left. She left me, and she said she was never going to come back. Her 
and Mary drove away while I chased after her, but it was like slow motion. I couldn't 
even keep up as they drove off slowly. I cried and cried begging for them to come back, 
to not leave me behind. But they kept smiling, both of them wearing wedding dresses, as 
they drove off in Mary's red Camry. For the first time ever, I was completely alone. Last 
thing I remembered was the bouquet of flowers flying and hitting me in the face. That's 
when I woke up.

I jumped in bed, huffing and heaving again. I looked at my sister, still asleep with that 
silly mask, the sheet barely covering up her almost nude body. I tried to run out of the 
room, but nearly knocked a bottle over. I grabbed it so it wouldn't break and didn't stop 
gunning for the bathroom. I felt like I was going to pee the bed. Then I'd really be acting 
like a little baby.

Opening up the bathroom door I sat down, and um, well I went. You don't need the 
details about that, right? Honestly I don't even remember them that well, I was too 
worried about everything. My sister was going to leave me. She had to. It was the best 
thing in the world for her.  Sure it wasn't going to be the way that I dreamt it, but she was 
going to be gone. And then what would I do? Oh I'd see her every week sure, on the 
weekends. But what about when I had another panic attack? Then what would I do? I'd 
be alone in a big room with nobody to help me.

I looked at the bottle of wine I had taken with me. There was maybe a glass or two left in 
it. I took a drink, filling my mouth with it. It was stronger than the fruity wine my sister 
usually gives me. But I needed something to take the edge off. Um, make sure you don't 
tell Gramma I drink sometimes. And honestly that was my last time, but that was doctor's 
orders.

There must be something I could do, but what was there? As I sat there on the toilet 
thinking about some crazy thing I could do, I looked towards the sink. There was a new 
box of my stupid maxi pads. I'd gotten my first period three months ago, and I hated 
them. Seriously, I just hated everything about them. The bleeding, the bloating, the 
cramps, and the way I act, how the hell do women deal with it? And besides, big whoop, 
I could get pregnant, who wants to get pregnant at twelve?

That's when I came up with maybe the best, or the worst, idea of my life. 

Oh but I should probably explain. See, my sister is a hermaphrodite. Wow, it took me 
forever to spell that right. Thank god for spellchecker. Anyway, I found out this out a few 
years ago. I was taking a nap during the day after I had been to the dentist to get a filling. 
I woke up around nine or ten Saturday evening, and I was still kind of out of it. I went 
into Nina's room and well…she was jerking off! I didn't even know what to do before, I 
had never seen a real life penis. I mean I know now that her penis is different than a 
boy's. No I'm not a slut like that, I've seen it on the internet. It's about the same length, 
like five or six inches I guess, but she doesn't have balls at all. And there's no, uh, I don't 
know what it's called. Wikipedia says it's called foreskin. But yeah, other than that, she's 
got a real dick, with cum and everything. 

Then I remembered what Nina said. 'But unless something crazy happens, like someone 
gets pregnant, we're going to move out.'…what if that someone was me? What if I got 
pregnant? Nina couldn't leave me, could she? There's no way she could! Gramma 
couldn't take care of everything. And it's not like I could do everything for myself. I 
wouldn't even have to tell anyone who the dad was. Nina would be forced to take care of 
her kid! And I couldn't even get an abortion, since I'm Catholic!

I didn't know at the time, but the doctor told me I was the most fertile at that time of 
month too. Well I guess there are a few days when a girl's the most fertile.

Anyway, I cleaned myself off and looked in the mirror. I wasn't anything special really, 
just a normal twelve year old. I barely had much more than an A cup bra. The only thing 
anyone liked about me was my face, which was, well still is, pretty, and my long hair. It's 
auburn brunette, and I spend a lot of time on it. Okay I know it's vain, but I like when 
people pay attention to me. 

I gulped down the last of the wine, looking at that face in the mirror, wondering, was I 
ready for this? I wasn't ready to lose my sister though. What would happen if I had a 
panic attack and she wasn't there? I almost lost it thinking about it. My heart was already 
racing. I was worried I might actually have a heart attack. Balling my hands up into fists, 
I knew that it was now or never. 

I took my pajamas off and hung them up on the towel rack. I slid my panties off, looking 
at them fall onto the floor. I, I know this sounds pretty dirty, but I was getting wet. I 
mean, why was I getting wet? Was it the wine? Did I really want to do my sister? It 
wasn't just, you know, pee, either. I had masturbated since I was nine, and I know the 
difference. 

Actually, and don't tell anybody this, well don't tell anyone any of this, but I traded my 
lunch money for a week to this girl for this dildo. Well it's not really a "dildo" dildo. It's 
a plastic cigar tube. But it's shaped just like a dildo, actually a little smaller, which is 
better for me. I've tried other things but they just hurt, they were too big. But with the 
dildo I was able to just take it slowly and I really like it. Once I heard about it I was 
gonna ask Nina to buy me one, but after walking in on her masturbating, I didn't want to. 
Anyway, that's not really that important.

So I was totally naked, and I crept into her room. It felt nice actually, to get the cold and 
the heat off me like that. I stepped forward slowly, tiptoeing to her bed. The scant light 
from the bathroom across the hall shone into her room, giving me a slit of light to work 
with. I tugged the red silky sheet off of her body, exposing it to the sliver of light. I took a 
second to look at her body that was barely covered by her matching cranberry bra and 
panties. She had nice C cup boobs, and a small tummy, thanks to her daily workouts. 
She's trying to fit into her wedding dress. I don't know why really. She was gorgeous. 
I'm not…well maybe I am into girls. I don't know really. I mean I like boys too, but then 
again sis is something completely different. 

But she was pretty.

I gulped. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I crept over to the end of the bed and 
reached my hands around her hips. I nearly pissed myself as I felt her grumble next to 
me. I was scared shitless she might wake up. Reaching my hands around the thin red 
elastic band around her hips I tugged them down as slowly as I could, nearly losing it 
with every inch. Once I got sneaked them down past her knees, the panties were easy to 
take off, except for the fact that I couldn't get them off of her feet. Oh well, it didn't 
matter, it's not like she was going to walk anywhere. 

It was then that I looked down at my sister's pussy. Right now, I guess she wasn't you 
know, in the mood, and it didn't look any different than normal. I mean what normal was 
supposed to be. I'm not a big pervert, it's not like I'm trying to see my sister naked all the 
time. I've seen my sister's pecker only once, but I've seen her vagina a couple of times in 
the changing room and stuff when getting into bathing suits. Not that I was checking her 
out. I wasn't trying to look at my sister's vagina. But I did see it…never mind, I'm just 
gonna let it go.

Anyway, my point is just that it looked like a normal vagina. Actually it was pretty, 
really. My sister was in good shape, so the thing looked so small and clean. And she had 
even shaved off all of the pubic hair, so it looked soft. The light barely shone in the crack 
of the door, giving me a perfect chance to look at it. I reached my hand out to feel it. It 
was so smooth, without a single short little hair sticking up. Okay, maybe I was more 
than a little curious.

The problem was that my sister wasn't in the mood, you know, and I needed her in the 
mood. First I put my fingers in my mouth, to get them wet and sticky. My hand, or maybe 
it was my mouth, but either way one of them still tasted like wine. I leaned my little 
fingers in, rubbing the lips of her pussy. She moaned lightly, which made me freeze in 
my tracks. But as soon as I stopped, she stopped. She didn't wake up, or try to stop me, 
so I went back at it. She was starting to get wet, and I didn't need to lick my fingers 
again. But then I did, just for a taste. Maybe it is sick, I don't know, but I wanted to taste 
it. I've tasted myself, and I think I taste good, and so does my sister. Uh, that sounds so 
dirty, but it's true. It's sweet and wet. I haven't even been kissed yet and I've already 
tasted my sister's snatch.

But it wasn't doing it. I looked around, deciding if I was going to do this much, I might as 
well do a little more. I leaned in, taking a deep smell from sis's pussy. It was strange, like 
mine but different somehow. I don't know how to describe it. I reached my face in and 
put my tongue out, touching her clit. I almost jumped back, wondering if she'd freak out. 
When I play with my clit it's like electricity running through my body. 

But she didn't. When I calmed myself down a bit, I reached my tongue out, licking the 
little flaps of sis's…labia, I think it's called. The lips, you know, outside that lead to the, 
well the opening. It was a new experience, licking all of the juices that flowed from her, 
but, and I know this has to sound strange, but…it was nice. Better than nice, it was hot! 
Man this seems so dirty to write, but when I was there in the middle of the night, slowly 
eating my sister out, I couldn't help but be turned on. 

As I ran my fingers down between my legs, working them wildly as I sucked on sis's 
pussy, I looked up and watched with amazement as my sister's clit began to grow. I don't 
mean the way that my clit grows, from just a little nub to like the size of a pea. Her clit 
just keeps growing and growing. It starts out tiny and I couldn't help but get turned on 
while watching it. With my free hand I began to finger my own little cunny as I stared. 
Bigger and bigger, it seemed almost impossible. It exploded outward fantastically. It was 
more surprising than a boy's pecker, I've seen that online. That grows from a few inches 
to a few more. This grows from that little nub to almost six inches long. Not just that but 
it's got a real tip, or head I guess, that looks like a boy's. I imagined it'd be all veiny or 
something, but it's not. It's soft and smooth, like a long white shaft with a big purple 
knob on top.

I tried to steady myself as I wrapped my hand around it. Even though it was an average 
sized dick, it was big enough I couldn't fit my hand across it. But I needed to finger 
myself, this was the first time I've ever had sex, and for now, the only time. Now that I 
think about it, I'm surprised that sis didn't wake up or anything, but back then I was too 
wrapped up in it.

So wrapped up that I leaned my head down towards her shaft. I sniffed it, and it smelled 
good. Kind of like the way her pussy smelt, but it had another thing too. I don't know 
how to explain it. But I had to taste it. I wanted to be cautious, so I reached my finger out 
and dabbed the precum that was oozing out of the tip. I slowly put it in my mouth, 
worried like it was going to be nasty. MMM, even now I can think back to it, and it tasted 
good. I heard from the older girls that they didn't like the taste of boy's cum and would 
spit it out, unless they were really sluts. But this tasted pretty good, kind of sweet and 
salty. 

I looked up at her beautiful face, covered by that mask. I got so wrapped up in the 
moment, I couldn't help myself! I lowered my mouth onto her penis, taking the head in 
my lips. It's so hard to tell the story, since I haven't done anything like this before, or 
after. But having a real life dick in my mouth is different. I've tried using my dildo on my 
mouth, just to get the feel of it, but this is different. It's hot and warm and tastes, well just 
like the precum tastes. But it's actual skin and everything in my mouth, so it's so much 
more different.

"MMM Mary, yeah baby, don't stop," Nina mumbled. I nearly pooped myself. My heart 
was racing. "Mary, don't stop."

She must have thought I was her girlfriend Mary. Mary was a short girl, with small 
hands…and sis was tired and barely awake, after downing a whole bottle of wine. I just 
grinned and hoped she wouldn't take the mask off, not yet. I tried to suck on the cock, but 
I don't think it was that good. It didn't feel good in my mouth. So instead I just kept 
moving my mouth up and down on my sister's shaft, feeling the hard member poke to the 
back of my tonsils. If I moved it any deeper it felt like I was gonna be sick. 

While I had my sister's cock in my mouth, I was working two fingers in and out of her 
pussy and mine. I didn't do it on purpose, but I was doing it all at the same time, sticking 
my fingers into our wet holes while swallowing as much of her meat as I could. I got so 
wrapped up in it I didn't want to stop. I was close to my own orgasm and I didn't want to 
slow down. 

But Nina moaned, and I looked up at her. Then a hot jet of what I later would find out to 
be cum filling my mouth surprised me. It was hot and wet and thicker than the precum. It 
stuck to the roof of my mouth, and dripped down, filling my whole mouth with her seed. 
I just kept sucking on it as I fingered myself off to one of the best orgasms in my life. I 
don't know if it was because of my mouthful of cum or if it was because I was with my 
sister, or what, but I came so hard. Kneeling on the bed I was rocking back and forth, I 
thought I was gonna lose it. I usually just masturbate and pass out, but I couldn't, not that 
night.

As I caught my breath, I looked up at my sister. Her cock was still hard, and my pussy 
was still wet. I remember wondering how much cum she had left, after I just swallowed a 
huge load. But I knew it was now or never. I climbed up, standing on the bed. I didn't 
want her to know that it was me, so I had to be careful. I was just thankful I had already 
broken my hymen, because I knew that was painful. 

I remember telling myself, 'Okay, don't be scared. This is just a penis. It's not that big. 
You've had it in your mouth already. Just sit down on it and do it.'

But that didn't help. I wanted to scream as I dropped my weight on it. I had gone way too 
fast, and took the whole thing in me at once. I never even did that with the dildo before. I 
bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, along with the last little bits of sis's sticky cum in 
my mouth.

I still remember how hard it hurt. But I had nothing to do but grunt and move my body up 
and down. I knew that it would seem strange if I didn't do something, and I couldn't let 
her know I wasn't Mary. It was tight, and it did hurt, but I hoped that if I kept moving, it 
would get better. Thank god I was soaking wet down there, otherwise it would have just 
been painful. The longer and longer that I did it, my body was getting more and more 
used to it. After the first couple of minutes, it felt good. Really good actually. 

Once I started getting into it, I realized how much better it was than using the dildo, err, 
cigar tube. First off, it was naturally warm, and that was different. It had it's own heat, 
which made me get even wetter. It made it easier to lube it in. then there's the feel, 
instead of the smooth plastic it was a real cock, with bumps and skin and blood and 
everything. And the size, yeah it took me a while to get used to it, but after I did, wow, it 
was nice. It felt like it was spreading me as far as I could go, but the longer it was in me, 
the less painful it felt.

I reached over to my small breasts. They were barely B cups, but still, they were all 
tingly. Of course my nipples were about as hard as diamond, and no matter how small my 
boobs were, it still felt awesome to play with them. I closed my eyes, playing with them 
as I rode my sister's cock. All I could think about was how great this was, how I was 
going to solve everything. 

Even though it was my first time, it didn't seem too hard to figure out. I mean, I just rode 
her, over and over again. I don't know why we had to have a class on it. 

Nina's hips started bucking towards me, really surprising me. It felt so good though, like 
she was the one who was filling me up, not just me riding her. Her cock felt so big inside 
of me, but in a good way, and when she really began to screw me, I was practically 
creaming myself.

"Oh god Mary, I'm gonna, I'm gonna!" sis moaned, I knew it was coming now. She was 
thrusting into me faster and faster now, it felt even better to feel her cock pushing inside 
of me. Any moment now and she'd cum, and then I would have my sister back, forever.

"Do it sis!" I shouted, realizing my mistake. I jumped up and down on her cock, feeling 
her spray her load in me. She froze and I watched her grab for her mask. But it was too 
late now, I could feel her hot swimmers filling my belly with her seed, coating my 
thirteen year old pussy with her bubbling cum. It was too much for me. I thought I was 
going to lose consciousness as my mind exploded. I mean there are orgasms, and then 
there are orgasms! I was reeling from the incredible feelings. I kept riding her up and 
down, trying to milk every drop of cum from her stomach, and make my climax go 
longer and longer. It was fantastic. I don't think I'll ever forget how hard I came that day, 
no matter how long I live.

"Sis? Sis? SIS!" She screamed worriedly. Oh god, the look on her face as she pulled that 
mask off. That was even scarier than Gramma's. 

"Uh, hi," I said, still grinning from my orgasm. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" she asked, picking me up and throwing me onto the bed 
next to her.

"Uh," I remember at that moment realizing how fucked up a situation this was.

"Do you have any idea how wrong this is…oh shit you could get pregnant!" she shouted, 
flicking her bedside lamp on.

"Um, that, that's what I was trying to do…" I said, avoiding her eyes.

"What? Why? We've got to get it out of you. Oh god I can't knock my sister up!" she 
said, looking around.

"How?" I asked, clamping down on my body. I wanted to make sure that I could get good 
and pregnant before she tried something.

"I don't know!" She shouted, looking worried. "We've got to clean you out somehow!"

"By doing what?" I didn't know what else to say.

"I don't know! Jumping jacks, or douching it out, just, something!" she was worried.

"I think it's too late," I remembered something from sex ed. "If the egg is fertilized, it's 
too late."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" she said, resting her head in her palm.

I guess that's about as good of a point to end it as possible. There wasn't really anything 
we could do. Sis made me shower, clean myself with a tampon, but it didn't matter. We 
couldn't figure anything else out to get it out. The pregnancy test proved it, and just a 
month ago, I had a beautiful babe girl. I named her after her father, and her aunt, Nina. 

To this day I have no idea how she couldn't tell it was me. I mean my body was smaller, 
and I must have been tighter, and her girlfriend was working that night. Maybe it was the 
alcohol, or something, but still… it's even harder to come up with a reason I went and did 
it.

I know it sounds really bad, but I got everything I wanted. After Gramma found out I was 
pregnant, she took me out of school and grounded me forever. Now I'm being home 
schooled, at least until I can go to high school, when she's going to transfer me to another 
one. She doesn't want me to look like a slut. She's not ashamed of little Nina, but that's 
her way.

Some day I'd like to have another baby, maybe in eight years or so when I grow up. Then 
I can have a little Lily, with little Nina as her big sister. But I don't know if I can get Nina 
to do it again…

Speaking of her, big Nina and Mary decided to move in. They kept the big room, and I 
think they're happy. They look happy at least, and I'm happy that they're both here. I 
don't think Nina ever told her wife that she had a child of out wedlock. I never told 
anyone who the father was, even DSS. And those jerks are over like every week to look 
at the baby.

That's the trouble I was talking about. Those guys are demanding that I tell them who the 
daddy is, but I won't. Now Gramma is getting on my case, and giving me hell about it. 
The only one who isn't giving me a hard time is the father, but I'm not going to tell. So 
now I'm double grounded, and I don't even get to watch TV anymore. That's why I 
wanted to write this story. If you see this on the internet somewhere, it means that 
someone posted it without my permission, so report it. 

Well, maybe I can put it on some strange forums…I'll just change the names and 
times…nobody knows about my sister anyway, everyone will think it's just a story to 
masturbate to.

Anyway, that's it for now, the baby is getting up and I think she wants a feeding. I tell 
you lactating sucks, but it's even worse when I'm on my period. Glad I got this story 
down, maybe someday I'll let someone read it.

All my love,
XOXOXOXO
Lillian and baby Nina


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