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I was living with my parents and my sister in a small town about an hour away from my home. We had a small, two-bedroom apartment. I lived with my sister and dad, but they weren't in a relationship. This was a pretty good time to be living on your own. My sister was an only child who never had to share a house with a man. I was about 8 years old. My father worked as a mechanic at an auto shop, so my sister had her own room and we could sometimes go out with our friends when we had free time.
On an average Saturday night, I'd sometimes stay up until 2am to watch videos, get horny, and have some sex with my older sister. I was 6 years old when the first movie was released, and I was watching the adult version of it. I was too young to realize it was a video of my father's penis, but I did get an erection. As we watched the video, we started talking about sex. My sister said that she wanted to see her father's penis, and I thought that if I let her see my dad's dick, she would have sex with me too. I don't really remember much about the rest of that night, but I was horny, so I went over and grabbed the video. I put it on, and I had sex with my sister. At that point I didn't even realize that there was any porn on the internet. I don't know how long I had it on, but I knew that it was too long for my dad. We left, and I went to bed. She was a bit surprised that I didn't come back, so I took off my shirt. It was a really warm night, so she got on top of me, and had sex with me. It was good, I didn't feel anything. I didn't have a problem with her being a little horny, but I wanted to go to sleep and I just couldn't do it. I woke up with her laying on top of me. We had sex for a few minutes, and she didn't cum. It wasn't hard to keep up with, but I really wanted to. She came back on her knees to take the rest of the cum that I didn't finish. I was so embarrassed. She was really nice to me that night, and I really wanted her to feel good about me for being so horny. But I just couldn't. I had gotten so close before she was in the shower, and she had been so kind. I wasn't really in the mood to just watch porn when we were done, so I left her in there for a couple of minutes. I really didn't want to get out of there. I was so embarrassed, and just best porn websites a few minutes later, I had already reached my limit. And I know she felt bad, because she went to the bathroom and came back out covered in sweat, looking like she'd just been raped by a bear. I couldn't do that to her. But I really wanted to.
Anyway, it was about an hour later when she got out of there, and she didn't seem to like me very much, so I took her out for a nice dinner at a nearby Chinese restaurant. As soon as we sat down, she asked me to give her the money I'd promised her. I was shocked. I was thinking that she was going to use the money to buy something, or perhaps to leave me alone, but I guess she didn't think that would be a very good idea. But I don't think she thought that was fair, either. After that, we went to the casino and I had a game of craps. She was so nice and funny and kind, and she even gave me a new outfit. We were very nice to each other, and I felt good about it. I just really liked having sex with my girlfriend and we were still just two people who had nothing in common. But I was very horny. The day after, I gave her a gift, too. It was a ring, a little diamond. I wanted her to see it, so I had a nice day at the casino. That day she went to the casino with me, and I came home. And just as she was putting her clothes in the closet, she told me that she had the ring on her finger. She told me that I had been watching her and I wanted it. I didn't say anything, but she knew I didn't want her to have it. So I told her not to tell anyone about it. She said that was enough. She didn't want to get in trouble. So she kept her mouth shut. I said "Are you sure?" She nodded and said "I'm just being a slut." I said "No it's not that, it's that you just want it. How could you just say no?" She didn't reply. I told her I was going to tell her friends and they should ask her that too. She started to get mad. Then I started laughing. I was a fucking joke. So I asked her if she would try a scene for me. She started screaming "NO!" and ran out of the room screaming. Her friend looked at me and told me she wanted to try something too. I told her I wasn't going to do it. She didn't know how to react. I tried to reason with her again. "I know it's really bad for her." She said. 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Her black panties were around her knees. She had dark eyes that were closed and her lips were pouting. "It's okay." I put my hand on her arm. "If you don't do something, I'm going to kill you." "Oh, no. Please don't do that." She started to cry and she reached down and pushed the bra and panties aside. I grabbed her head. "I'm sorry." She tried to push me away and I pushed her back. "Stop." I pulled her mouth open and put her nose on my hand. "That's it, just kiss me. I'll be good." I could see the anger starting to boil inside her. She tried to pull away but I put her hands on her shoulders, her head turned so that she was looking at me, and I said, "I want you to do me like this." She leaned forward and began to kiss me again, with a slow, deliberate rhythm, like she was doing a dance. I was able to tell she was getting turned on, but I couldn't stop myself from kissing her again. I tried to focus on her and I just kept on kissing her and she started to kiss me back, the way she always does in these situations. After several minutes of this I pulled away and said, "I think you can go." She looked at me, her eyes wide and her face puffed out. "I've said 'no' three times already." I could see she was getting mad and I wanted to tell her that she could leave but that I had been a good boy. "No! I don't care if you want to leave. I want to stay here." She looked at me with those big, dumb, innocent eyes that said "I know you want me" and I knew that I could never say that to her. It was hard to explain what had just happened. I just went into the living room, put on some jeans and a t-shirt, got my backpack, and my phone. She was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room. She was a lot more relaxed than I expected. She had a large smile on her face and was in a good mood. She was smiling like she was having a good time, but her face still was red. "What's wrong, sis?" I asked. I knew I was asking a stupid question, but it seemed to work. She just nodded. "I have a boyfriend." "Really?" "Yes." "What kind of boyfriend?" I was confused. I never asked that question. "A boyfriend that only does my work." "Are you in a relationship with him?" She nodded again. "No. It's just that I want to. I've wanted to since I was like four years old." "You were five when you met your boyfriend?" "Yes. I met him when I was eight and it's been really hard to talk to him since. He just doesn't know how to handle me." "What kind of boyfriend?" "The kind that's not a virgin." She shook her head. "My parents divorced when I was six and I moved in with my mother. My mother was a homemaker who worked as a maid. I never met my father until I mei hentai was seven and we went to the same Catholic school. He was kind of a weird guy. He was in the army when I was nine. He was a very religious guy and I'm not sure he was all that Christian or Jewish. He didn't go to church or anything." He looked at me with his trademark pearly whites and nodded. "He was never much into women or anything like that." He said. "But he was a very nice guy. And he loved me. He just really liked me. There's nothing like loving someone."
On Sunday, January 29th, I received a call from a man named Michael who had lived for a long time in New York, but now lived in a small, rural town in Oregon. It was one of those late-afternoon call-in shows. "I'm calling to tell you, you should read a new book," he said.
"The New York Times is giving it the same review as The New Yorker," I said. "You must have it on the Internet." "Yes, that's what it is," Michael said.