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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
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Original posting date:  
Sunday August 16, 1998


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I received the following from a long time friend of mine with the
request that I post it to alt.sex.stories.incest for comment (this
friend does not currently have an internet connection).  Although rather
dramatic (Harry is a born storyteller) I have no reason to doubt that
what you read is the truth, as best as he can recall it.  PLEASE -- if
explicit, pedophilic sex makes you uncomfortable do yourself a favor and
skip this post. 

Comments can be addressed to sxjames@aol.com and I will see that
he recieves them.

   Stephen

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To: alt.sex.incest
From: Harry

Read the message from Cousin Isabelle (the woman who said that she
wanted and even enjoyed sex as a little girl).  She even admitted
to having sex with her brothers and sister and to wanting it with
her mother and father. 
 
I would like to share with you not a story but a true account of one (of
many) sexual encounters I had with my kid-sister.  This took place in
1969 and was something that defined our sexual relationship and how
fraught with fear and guilt and lust it was...  but here goes:
  
I must have been a senior in high school then, about ready to
graduate, and Bess was just 10 and finishing fifth grade.  She was
tall then, spurting up to my chin during the last year, but still
(I had first hand knowledge) utterly flat chested and totally
hairless on the padded lips of the soft, little pussy between her
long, shapeless legs.  
  
It was late spring and we were still in school.  It was warm out,
at that time, and I came home from school before Bess.  I was in 
my room looking at a Sears catalog as I heard my little sister come 
home and go into her bedroom.  
 
I was looking at the catalog because (at that time) they had a  
JUNIORS section that featured teenage girls in skirts and dresses
and swim suits and (best of all) UNDERWEAR!  (Pornography was  
impossible to find back then.)  There was a great little blonde 
(posed in a white bra and panties) that caught my eye and I was 
just pulling my penis, within my pants, and longing for her 
(wondering what her pussy [or ANY pussy] would feel like and smell
like and taste like) when I realized that a sexual partner (of the
opposite sex) was just across the hall right now.  And though she
didn't have any tits or curves or a developed pussy that I could
put my cock into and fuck (like the girl in the magazine and the
girls at school could [but never had] with me) and (even though 
she was just my kid sister) she was female and she was available
to me!  I took off my pants and, in just my underwear (and sporting
a huge hard-on that pushed the front of my jockeys way in front 
of me), I went out of my room and opened the door to Bess's.   
 
She was sitting on her bed, cross legged, like a little Indian, in
her school clothes (a white blouse and cute, little, black, pleated
skirt) and she was trying to comb the snarls out of a Barbie doll's
hair as I walked right in on her.  
  
"What do you want?" she asked, as she looked up and saw the outline
of the huge hard-on in my shorts.  (How could she miss it?)  She
seemed very testy (at the sight) and put-off that I had barged into
her room without knocking.  
  
Looking down on the bed at her, I could plainly see up her skirt
to the white strip, between her parted thighs, of the cotton 
underpants she was wearing.  And the sight of the little mound, 
hidden under that white, cotton strip, made my cock bounce and
throb in my shorts.  

I sat down next to her and immediately put my hand on the smooth,
warm skin of her thin, bare leg, where it emerged from under her
skirt and I leaned to her and smoothed her shoulder-length,
light-brown hair back and nipped at the nape of her soft, exposed
neck with my lips (which usually both tickled and excited her) and
I ran my hand over her smooth, thin thigh until my fingers came to
the warm, soft cloth at the very crotch of her panties and I felt
her there, my fingertips detecting the supple indention between the
fat, pouty lips of her pussy.  
  
Bess leaned away from me and, reaching down to pull my hand from
where I had started rubbing her warm crotch, she said, `No!  Get
out of here!  Lori's coming over!'  
  
`Please, Bess,' I begged her.  `Let me play with you a little...
just until I get off.  I'm horny!'  
  
`No!' she said, more angrily, dropping her doll and pushing me away
with both hands now (though she was much too little to push me off 
of her bed).  `Get out of my bedroom!'   
  
`Come on, Bess!' I persisted, standing up and taking down my
underpants for her so that my fully-rigid, adult-sized cock (with
it's drooping, hairy sack of balls and the opening, at its head,
oozing with clear pre-cum) sprang out to her ten-year-old gaze. 
`Just let me see your pussy and kiss and lick it while I jack
myself off, okay?  It won't take long, I promise.'  
  
And I sat back down behind her and reached around to the front of
her again and down between her parted thighs and I started to shove
my hand into the elastic legband of her underpants when my little
sister suddenly broke away from me and sprang up from the bed where
she then turned around and balled her fists at her sides and leaned
toward me and glowered at me with a look, on her pretty face, that
could have killed me.  
  
`Don't you EVER touch me again,' she screamed at me in rage.  `I'm
not stupid!  I know what you've been doing to me all these years! 
And it's SICK, Harry!  YOU'RE sick!  You're my big brother!  You're
supposed to look after me!  You're supposed to PROTECT me!  But 
instead of that you've been sexually molesting me since I was only
four years old!  You were licking me, in my pussy, by the time I
was FIVE!  I'm not supposed to even KNOW about these things yet! 
My body is MINE, not YOURS!  And I say what happens to it.  I have
control over it, not YOU!  Do you HEAR me?'  
  
`Yes,' I replied, actually shaking in fear of her.  In fear of my
own, baby sister!  In fear of the knowledge that I didn't even know
she possessed and what she might do with it now that she had it. 

`Just because I'm a girl,' she went on loudly, `and I'm smaller 
than you, doesn't give you the right to touch me there like that! 
Who do you think you are?  I'm not your girlfriend!  I'm not your
lover!  I'm your sister!  And I'm not even a woman yet!'  
  
`I'm sorry, Bess,' I said, trying to calm her down and quiet her,
as I pulled my jockeys back up to hide my (now shriveled) cock. 
She was yelling loud enough for the neighbors to hear her!  `I
won't touch you... ever again... honest.'  
  
`You BETTER not,' she raged, still red with anger and her fists 
balled at her shapeless hips.  `Because, if you ever touch me  
sexually or even look at me un-pro-pro-tree-ate-lee (her  
pronunciation), I'll tell Mom and Dad what you've been doing to me. 
I'll tell Dad all about what you've been doing with my body since
I was just a little girl!  I'll tell my teacher and the social  
worker, at school, too!  They'll know that it wasn't my fault what
you made me do!  They'll know that I didn't do anything to  
encourage you but be born a girl.  Now get out of here before I 
start to scream!'  
  
And I did!  I ran out of her room, totally drained of any sexual
desire what-so-ever and feeling as if I would never have any, ever
again. 

Where had that come from?  What caused that outburst? I wondered.

Bess had always protested whenever sex was my idea. I expected it. 
It was part of our sex-play game that I would touch her and that
she would say no for a time and then give in and submit to me once
I had her turned on.  So what was so different this time that it
set her off like that?  It was as if she'd just had some kind of
a class or lecture (on the subject of sex or abuse or incest) at
school.  But HAD she?  If so, this was the first I had heard about
it.  
  
I never had even an inkling that she felt this way about what we
had been doing.  We had always just done it without thinking about
it.  Satisfied our itch, with each other, and moved on to other 
(more accepted) activities together.  I'd always assumed that my
little sister was just as horny as I was.  That we were cut from
the same cloth.  I knew, all along, that what we had been doing was
wrong and dirty and very forbidden but (somehow) I never gave it
much thought and it made the sex that much better. 
  
Wherever she'd heard what she told me, it was the perfect thing for
her to have said [to me] in order to make my abuse [of her] stop
once and for all.  I never felt so sick and degraded and hurt and
sorry and fearful and sexually impotent in all of my life!  
  
Sitting in the livingroom now, and waiting for Mom to come home 
from her job, I was really scared.    
  
Would Bess tell her?  Would she tell Dad?  
  
Didn't she know that, with Mom's religious convictions, this news
that her teenage son was an incestuous child molester would 
probably break her heart and kill her?  Didn't she know how violent
Dad could be?  Wasn't she aware that he would literally beat me to
death if she told him what I had been doing with her (the apple of
his eye) for all these years?  Didn't she know how serious this all
was?  Wasn't she aware that the authorities would surely take me
away when they found out the sick, sexual shit I had been doing to
her little body?  And where would I end up?  In a Home?  Jail?  An
asylum?   

I was also a little angry (now that I think about it).  I had never
protested (all these years) when the sex-play was HER idea!  
  
But I HAD always felt guilty after doing something sexual with her
(whether it was her idea or mine).  After fingering her pussy or
eating her out or masturbating her while she jacked me off.  I'd
done almost every sexual thing (I could think of) to her except
fuck her (because her vagina was so small that I could barely put
the tip of my middle finger into it, let alone my cock) and have
her do oral sex to me (other than kissing the head of my penis a
few times).  I loved my baby sister too much to demean her by
putting my cock inside her sweet, little mouth.  I had no qualms
about anything else though.  I taught her jack me off and to french
kiss with me (as I played with her little pussy) when she was just
five and I was a horny 13!  And man could she do it!  I never had
a girl who could nasty kiss like my baby sister could!  Several
times I had almost cum from just french kissing her alone!  She
didn't like it when I would cum all over her though.  Being just
a little girl, she thought my sperm was icky!
  
One thing was for sure now, I told myself as I sat on the couch and
sweated in fear, I would NEVER touch Bess again!  I sure wished I
never HAD!  
  
Mom and Dad did eventually come home and the four of us sat through
a very uncomfortable (for me) dinner.  
  
Bess didn't say anything then and I kept my eyes off of her, at the
table, but when I did glance over at her, I saw her quickly remove
her gaze from me.    
  
Was she enjoying seeing me squirm? I remember wondering.  
  
I think that this all happened on a Thursday.  Bess said nothing
that night after dinner and nothing all the next day.  

I took great pains in avoiding her Thursday night, Friday and all
day Saturday.  I didn't want to have a simple glance at my little
sister misconstrued as sexually inappropriate and grounds for my
forcible removal from my happy home.  
  
Can you even imagine all this?  How low I felt (and deservedly so).

Saturday evening my parents announced that they were going across
town, to their friends' house, to play cards and they asked me what
my plans were for the evening.  
  
I told them that I was just planning to stay at home and they were
happy because they said that Bess didn't want to go with them and
would I babysit her?  They would leave pizza money for us if I 
would watch her for them.  
  
I said okay, wondering why Bess would even want to stay home with
a sick, perverted sex maniac.  
  
They left at 6:30 and I just sat in the livingroom, watching TV 
(but finding it hard to concentrate on anything but my guilt) while
Bess stayed in her bedroom, seemingly to stay away from me.  
  
God, I felt so low.  Like such scum!  Almost suicidal but lacking
the guts for any such demonstrative action.  
  
At 8:00, just as the prime-time shows began, Bess came out of her
room, wearing an old, paisley play-dress that exposed most of her
long, slender legs under its short hem.  `Mom and Dad gone?' she
inquired as she stood before me.  
  
`Uh huh,' I responded, my eyes on the TV.  
  
`What are you watching?' she asked, looking over at the set.  
  
I was irritated that she was even talking to me now and I tried to
control myself.  `TV,' I replied testily.  
  
`Oh,' she said.  `I can SEE that.'  
  
I said nothing and she sat down right next to me, turning her gaze
to F-Troop (or whatever was on) and I noticed, from her close 
proximity to me, that I could detect a distinct, girlish aroma in
the air around me now.  Bess, as a girl, always had a feminine
scent about her, especially after she had been playing with her
pussy.  I could always tell when she had been masturbating and I
could smell that alluring, girlish aroma right now and I could feel
my cock responding to it and her close presence. 
 
Damn it!  
  
Why did she come in here and sit beside me? I wondered, as I looked
down at her smooth, bare legs next to me.  Was it just to torture
me?  
  
The answer to my question came when my little sister affectionately
leaned against me, resting her head on my shoulder and hugging my
arm with hers.

`What do you WANT, Bess?' I asked her in flustered exasperation.

She didn't say a word.  She just reached up and placed her slender,
middle finger directly under my nose and watched me as I smelled
it.  
 
It was very stinky with the sublime, spicy odor of her
pre-adolescent pussy on it.  And that sharp, intoxicating, intimate
little-girl smell made me close my eyes, as I deeply sniffed it in,
and almost passed out from the rush of hormonal activity it caused
in my male, teenage body!  My cock became so hard, so fast, that
it chafed as it bulged out against the front of my jeans.  
  
I looked at Bess and she was smiling at me but that nasty look of
excited, sexual lust (on that sweet, fifth-grader face) was
unmistakable. 

She didn't say anything, as she pulled her finger away from my  
flared nostrils.  She seemed to know that her gesture, and her  
pussy's scent, had communicated all that was needed to say and she
just lay herself back, lifting her bare feet to the couch as she
rested her head near the far armrest and then, with her heels at
her ass cheeks (causing the hem of her dress to ride up to her hips
and reveal that she wasn't wearing any underpants) she spread her
knees far apart for me, opening her immature, little sex organ to
my view.  
  
Her lewd pose caused the fleshy lips, of her hairless pussy, below
the smooth mound of her soft-looking pubic jut, to spread apart to
my gaze.  The pink, wrinkled skin of her clitoral-hood peeked out,
at the apex of her open gash, and glistened wet with her excited
moisture and (below that) I could see the small opening of her
10-year-old vagina peeking from between the pedal-like folds of her
thin, moist-looking, inner lips.  
  
All control and thought were gone as I dove right for it!  Holding
her smallish hips between my hands as I pushed my open mouth to the
wet kiss of her fleshy pussy's parted lips, sniffing deeply the 
thrilling, sexual scent of the dimpled gash between her soft mons
(against my nose) as I started to lick out the tart, nasty
tangyness of my little sister's under-developed pooter (her word
for her sex part as a little girl).
  
Licking down, between the delicate folds of her pussy's inner lips,
to the little hole of her vagina, I found sweet, sexual nectar
already dripping out of it in abundance and I began to suck and
lick it out of her in a hungry, lustful frenzy.  
  
Little Bess writhed and whimpered, on her back, at my mouth and 
tongue's manipulation of her sex and she was soon squeezing 
my face between her thin thighs and holding my hands tightly with
both of hers and fucking her little mound of wet, bare, girlish-
smelling pussy hard into my face.  As I pushed my tongue-tip into
the opening of her little sex hole and licked her, hearing her
muffled whimpers and feeling her vagina begin to pulsate and
tighten around my probing tongue, I knew that I was making her cum
for me.  And cum hard!
  
My cock was ready to explode, as I sucked out the sweet tasting,
syrupy discharge of little Bess's cum from her dripping hole. 
Sitting up, my face slimy with pussy and my eyes bleary with lust,
I looked down at her pretty, flushed, panting expression and I knew
that I had to have her.  I had to have her in as sexually dirty a
way as I could possibly think of and I had to have her NOW!  
  
Standing up and taking her hands, I helped her from the couch and
took her right to her bedroom.  She didn't say a thing as I closed
the door and then pulled her paisley dress up and off, over her 
head and arms.  The brownish nipples, on her flat chest, looked
noticeably hard as she stood there naked and panting before me. 
We had almost never been totally naked together and I removed
everything that I was wearing and stood before her with my cock
standing out huge and rigid and bobbing at her with thick, clear
pre-cum oozing from its opening.   
  
I stood against her and hugged her to me, thrilling to the exciting
indecency of her youthful nakedness against mine and I kissed her,
working my tongue excitedly inside her candied mouth as I squeezed
both of her spongy-feeling, little ass cheeks firmly and felt my
hard cock pressing against her soft, warm belly.

As I reached down between us and grasped her bare, soft, smooth
pussy in my hand, I worked the flat of my middle finger gently into
the very juicy gash between her soft, puffy lips and I suddenly
knew what I wanted from her. 

I took my little sister's hand and helped her onto her back in the
center of her bed and I got on top of her soft, lanky, little-girl
body, spreading her long, spindly legs apart with my knees and then
I guided the tip of my rigid, dripping cock right to her
glistening, pink pussy slit where I rubbed it in the abundant
slickness there and pushed it firmly inward.
  
`No!' she said fearfully, putting her hands to my chest and pushing 
up at me, squirming around under me and trying to get her legs back 
together as I held her down and worked my bulbous cockhead into the
slippery, hot pocket between her fat, smooth, fleshy mons. `Don't!'
she cried, `You know I'm too little for you to fuck me yet!' 
  
`Don't worry,' I said assuringly down into her wide, apprehensive
eyes. `And lay still,' I added firmly as I rubbed the now very
slimy tip of my receptive cock-head up and down within her well
lubricated slit. `I'm not going to put it inside you.  I have a sex
idea that I want to try with you and think you'll like it.'  And,
as she relaxed under me, I lay my cock lengthwise between her
pussy's lips (like setting a large hotdog within a small, warm bun)
and I lay myself gently down on top of her shapeless, warm, naked,
pre-teen body, pushing my loins firmly against her crotch.  Then
I began to slowly and cautiously wet-hump my little sister,
thrilling to the slick, nasty sensations of my cock, sliding up and
down, compressed within her fleshy pussy's meaty lips and against
my own stomach.  

My cock moved very slickly and sensually, within my little sister's
hot, juicy gash in a slow, mock-fuck-like action, as I rode on top
of her thin body, between her lanky, wide-spread legs and I looked
down into the wondrous, aroused, sexual expression on her pretty,
baby-face.  
  
`Ooh,' she said, feeling my sensitive glans slickly rubbing between
her puffy mons.  And we could hear nasty, juicy sounds coming from
down between her legs as I pressed my cock forward and pulled it
back, inside her slit, again and again, my sensitive cockhead
passing over her dainty inner flesh from the slippery, hot, small
indention of her little vagina, up past the slickened, meaty sheath
over the swollen nubbin of her hard clitoris, to just over her
firm, smooth pubic bone and then back down through her slick, warm,
sexual notch, again and again.  Bess closed her eyes from the
thrill of the very lewd sensations that it caused in her and she
dreamily said, `That feels so nasty and so GOOD, Harry!'  
  
`Mmmm,' I said, humping her a little harder (now that I knew that
I wasn't hurting any of her delicate, inner pussy with my hard 
cock) `yes it does, Bessie.'  
  
Opening her eyes, Bess looked up at me and asked, `Why hadn't we
done this before?'  
  
`I don't know,' I replied, thinking about it as I humped on her 
naked body and felt my balls compressing against the soft, warm 
flesh of her spread, lower butt cheeks.  `I guess I hadn't thought
of it until now.'  
  
Looking down into her lovely, innocent face, directly below mine,
and feeling the sexual thrills building inside me as I worked my
burning cock within the hot, slick notch of her pussy, my sex
within hers, my hips churning between her splayed legs, it really
felt like we were having actual sexual intercourse and I gathered
her thin, upper body in my arms and held her to me as I pushed my
open mouth to hers.  She quickly responded, enwrapping me in her
arms as her mouth opened and yielded to mine and we started to suck
and work our tongues wetly together as we began to really hump our
sexes at each others in a lewd, sensual dance of nasty,
fake-fucking.  
  
Then I sensed Bess using her heels, on the bed, to gain purchase
and change the inclination of her pussy under me so that my cock
was rubbing deeper within more of her slippery sex-notch and she
was working her pussy up against me so that the sensitive,
compressed glans of my rigid penis was more directly stimulating
her swollen, throbbing clit, as it rubbed slickly over it.  
  
`Mmmmm,' she was moaning into my face loudly now as she sucked at
my mouth harder and worked her little tongue so eagerly and 
sensually against mine inside of her sweet-tasting mouth.  
  
The fact that Bess was so into this caused me to want to pick up
the pace of my churning between the bare, soft lips of her mons
but, despite how sexually good it was feeling, I was trying hard
to hold off my orgasm so that I could make this incredible faux-
fuck session last as long as possible.

Despite my best efforts to slow down, Bess was humping back hard
against me, working her clit urgently against my cockhead and I
heard her suddenly suck in air and felt her lanky body stiffen
rigidly up against mine and her tightened ass and leg muscles raise
our humping middles from the bed and she was moaning loudly and
kissing me hard and with such carnal, sexual abandon that I
realized little Bess was having a full-blown orgasm under me! 
Cumming strongly from the contact of my hard cock rubbing inside
the delicate folds of her soft, juicy, little-girl pussy!  

The idea of my making my baby sister cum by fucking my sex inside
of her sex (even though we weren't really fucking) caused me to
lose my effort to stave off my own climax and I began to scream
through my nose (as I kissed her sucking mouth deeply) and I
started to climax explosively on top of her, humping my spewing
cock firmly within my ten-year-old sister's hot, slimy pussy notch
like a madman and cumming hard and ejaculating strongly (and with
such force) that I had to hold her writhing body tightly just to
stay on top of her.  But, the whole time I came, I kept my cock
fucking firmly within her juicy girl-gash and forcefully pumping
its load of hot, male seed between her now very slippery, sexual
lips.   
  
After our intense, mutual climax, we had to just lay together for
a long while, me on top of her, holding each other tightly and  
panting into each other's ears, amazed at what could happen when
our opposite regenerative equipment came together.  
  
`God,' I gasped when the after-tremors of my climax finally  
subsided, `that was good!' and I lifted my head up and looked down
into my little sister's wet, flushed, child-like face as her eyes
fluttered open and I asked her,  `Did you cum good, Bessie?'  
  
`Ooh, yes,' she announced breathlessly, smiling up at me now.  `It
was a really good one!  I thought I was going to burst!  Wow!  Lets
always do it like that, when we can, okay?"  
  
`Sure,' I said, raising myself reluctantly up off of her warm,
naked body now.  
  
Then I looked down toward the mound of her bald crotch (her legs
still spread wide open for me) and I saw Bess's small, flat stomach
glistening wet with an enormous amount of my semen, smeared all
the way up, from the smooth, fleshy jut of her pussy, up past her
belly button, to just below her rib cage, dotted with the white
paste-like specs of the sperm we had churned between our bodies as
we climaxed together.  
  
`Yuck!' she exclaimed, lifting her head from the pillow and looking
down at her naked, hairless, semen-covered body.  
  
Crawling down quickly to examine her sopping, pink, open pussy, I
could see that my thick, creamy sperm was slowly flowing, in a
huge, jam-like, milky river, down in between her pussy's
baby-smooth, fleshy mons and over the opening between her thin,
pink inner lips, to the crack between her fleshy, lower ass cheeks
and then down to pool on the mattress.   

And (to my horror and astonishment) I could also see some of my
semen actually oozing, thick and creamy with my sperm, slowly OUT
of her small, infantile vagina!  
 
`Christ,' I yelled in scared shock and I quickly grabbed her hand 
and pulled her up from the bed.  
  
`What's wrong?' she asked.  
  
I had seen articles in The National Enquirer about even six-year-
old girls (mostly from Peru) becoming pregnant and the idea of
knocking up little Bess scared the living shit out of me!  
  
`Quick,' I yelled as I pulled her to the bathroom, `get into the
tub.  We have to clean you up!'  
  
`Okay!  Okay!' she said impatiently as I ran the bath water for her
and then put her in the tub to soak her pussy clean.  
  
I quickly wiped off my own, spermy stomach and cock and then I ran
into her room to wipe the large cum spot off her sheet and get  
dressed.  
  
God, I told myself, if she had even one tiny egg in one of her
little ovaries, up inside her, and just one of my sperms made it
up there...  
 
Beatings and foster homes and loony bins and prisons were on my 
horrified mind now as I fastened my pants and I could suddenly hear
someone in the livingroom and I ran out to see my older sister and
her husband, with their two, little boys, come in through the  
unlocked front door.  
  
`Where's Bess?' Mary asked, `I bought an outfit for her and I want
to see her to try it on.'  
  
`In the bathtub,' I nervously explained.  
  
`This early?  Why?' she asked suspiciously.  
  
`Who knows?' I replied, heading for the sanctuary of my room to 
try and think this all out.
  
I was terrified, for the next few weeks, that I had knocked up my
own, baby sister.  How (I asked myself over and over during many,
long, sleepless nights of worry) did I get my sperm so far into
Bess without actually putting my cock inside her?  It must have
been shooting strongly from my cockhead as it passed across her
vaginal opening within her slit.  But how could so much have gone
so far inside?

Well, despite my fears, Bess did not get pregnant.  In fact she
never even started having her periods until she was 16.

After the scare was over, we did resume having sex but it was back
to mostly oral (on her) and mutual masturbation.  I NEVER put my
cock anywhere NEAR her little pussy again (except once and that
might be another true tale to tell you-- if you are interested).
The last time I played with her sexually she was fifteen and I was
23 and it was just before I moved out, started a job in another
town and met my future wife.

Bess is 38 and married (to a real nice guy) and has three, sweet,
little daughters now.  She lives in a northern town and I only see
her once or twice a year.  We never talk about what we did as kids
so I wonder what she thinks about it (if she ever even does).

What do YOU think?

Cousin Isabelle are you still out there?



















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