Confession #1: Kiara

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Confession #1: KiaraI don’t remember being touched. I don’t remember being fondled. I don’t recall being ****d. I do recall having what a Psychologist might call an unhealthy interest in sex. It all started with my best friend Steven and I showing each other our dinky little dicks when we were no more than 6 years old. That lit a fire in my curiosity and, allow me to say it, pure perversion.Where it led from there was countless sexual encounters with countless other c***dren. The one that stands out the most is the time that I ****d my 13 year old Step-Sister. I can’t say it any other way. I ****d her. I have tried to rationalize it. I have tried to make up for it. I have tried to prove I’m a good person. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator. When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our clothes on, and go to sleep cuddling. My Step-Father eventually put a stop to that citing our advanced age. Looking back, maybe he knew. By the time I was 12, all of this activity stopped. I was more or less a grown man and my older Step-Sister was worried I might get her pregnant if we continued fooling around. Kiana and I still messed around some though. Unbeknownst to my older sister, I’d sneak in and climb in Kiana’s bunk. Kiana and I would engage in some touching, masturbation, and outercourse. This went on until Kiara was 12 and then she quit letting it go on and I stopped. When I was 15 , I stayed one weekend with my Biological Dad and his family. My Step-Brother Shane, 14 at the time, and I started talking about sex when we were going to bed one night. One thing led to another and the next thing I knew Shane had my dick in his mouth. He was a damn good cocksucker. Unfortunately, Shane’s Mom walked in and caught us. This ended up being a fiasco for me as Shane, to save his own ass, claimed I forced him. Shane had more or less forced me. I mean, I’ve never been one to say no to a blow job, but I hadn’t asked for one! This led my parents to ask my other Step-Siblings if I had abused them. Kiana told them the truth and I ended canlı bahis up living with my Grandparents and going to counseling.I’ll never be certain as to way, but my Step-Dad desperately wanted me back home the whole time I was banished. Eventually, CPS relented, and I returned home. I was truly a reformed character at this point. I was 16, having regular sex with my girlfriend Jenny, and was quite satisfied in that. Until the day that my Step-Dad caught Jenny and I having sex. I was technically grounded, but my parents let Jenny come over. My little brother, Jenny, and myself were all watching television. Jenny and I were horny and thought we could go in my room and knock out a quickie without my little brother, only 6, from noticing. We went in my room, got naked, and got straight to it when my Step-Dad kicked my locked door open. My Step-Dad was sort of a religious nut and told Jenny’s religious nut parents about it. That began a period of 3 weeks of no sex for me.It got to where I couldn’t take it. I was masturbating 6 and 7 times a day just to take the edge off. I had gotten used to regular pussy and found it difficult to go without. Here I was, grounded for life, no chance of a drink, a smoke, or a fuck in sight. One morning, my Mom work me up and told me she had to rush in to work. My Step-Dad was away at his shift work. This left just us k**s at home. Kiana was sleeping on the couch, so my Mom told my brother and I to go in her room and watch a movie. I sat and watched Little Giants with my brother for about 20 minutes. I was horny. I lived in a house with 2 Step-Sisters who flited incessantly and wore skimpy clothing all the time. I was about to blow.I told my brother I was going to the bathroom, and I think that was my intention. I figured I’d go rub yet another one out and the danger would pass. As I was sitting there doing my thing, I realized there was perfectly good girl flesh in the living room. Kiana had always been kind of a bitch and a flirt. I was angry. I wanted my revenge on her and her Dad for putting me in the state I was in. I decided to act. I snuck into the living room and sat down on the couch beside her. She was laying there with a T-shirt that was too short to cover her whole body and a thin pair of pink cotton panties with blue flowers on them. I had to admit that the girl was beautiful. She had raven black hair, bahis siteleri pouty soft lips, the cutest spackle of freckles. She had a well-proportioned face. She only barely had the slightest swell of breast with just slightly puffy little nipples preparing to grow into full-bloom womanhood. I took my clothes off. I had no intention of playing around, I meant business. There are moments in a person’s life. Key moments they look back on that shape their existence. I was having one right then. I made my choice. She was laying kind of on her side with her legs slightly askew and I hooked my fingers in the band of her panties, lifted her slightly, and pulled them off. Kiara remained asleep for the moment growing only slightly restless. It was then that I saw it. Her perfectly formed little pussy. The last time I had seen it she was perfectly bare. Now she had just the slightest beginning of hair growth on the lips of her pussy. It was gorgeous. I was already erect, but now I went rock hard. I pushed her onto her back and lifted her shirt. Her forming chest was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen. To this day, these images are burned in my mind. At this point I heard a groggy whisper, “What are you doing?” I looked deep into Kiara’s eyes and said, “I want you to have sex with me.”Kiara just looked at me and shook her head no.I said, “I don’t think you understand me. I need to cum. You can let me use your mouth, your pussy, or your ass, but I’m going to have sex with you right now.” Kiara woke up and began to cry softly. She said,“You’re going to hurt me! Please don’t. Please! It hurt the last time.”This caught me by surprise.“Kiara, who did you fuck?”She gave no answer. I gave her a cold stare.“Kiara, this is going to happen. I gave you a choice now make it.”Kiara continued to cry. I didn’t want it to be all a terrible experience. I really didn’t want it to be, so I said to her, “Ok, I am only going to need about 30 seconds. I am about to blow. You can count if you want.”Kiara replied, “Ok. 30 seconds. Do it in my pussy.” I lined myself up to her innermost sanctum. Being an ignorant little fuck, I didn’t understand lubrication or anything like that. I did at least take it slow. She started counting as I made contact. I slowly moved in giving her time to adjust. She was tight and dry at first. I had never felt anything tighter. I bahis şirketleri continued to work my way in slowly, backing up and moving forward very slowly. By the time she got to 20, my balls met her ass. I was in. When she got to 30, she stopped counting. She looked me in the eye, and she said, “Just finish.” I began to move in and out slowly, still trying my best not to make it painful. After a few thrusts, I noticed that she was beginning to lubricate and I began to build a rhythm. She started to move along with me. She was moaning and saying “oh, oh, oh.” It was music to my ears. I looked her in the eyes as I continued to stroke her praising her saying, “Yours is the best pussy I have ever had.” It was true. She was the fourth girl I’d ever fucked and she was, by far, the best at that time. I felt her pussy muscles begin to contract. I realized that if she had an orgasm I was going to blow. I didn’t want to ruin the girl’s life, so I asked her, “Are you on birth control?” She answered, “Yes, yes, don’t stop!”She cried out and I felt her pussy contract around my dick and that was it. I blew what had to be the biggest load of my life to that point. I shot at least 10 times and it seemed to last a long time. I looked her in the eyes the whole time and she held eye contact. I stayed in her until I started to go limp. Then I got up off her, grabbed my underwear, and used them to clean up her ravaged pussy. She was sensitive to my touch when I cleaned her. She was slightly winded as well. I bent down and kissed her forehead. She looked up at me and said, “Thank you.” I put my clothes on, left the room, and went back to my brother and continued watching the movie.Kiara didn’t keep things to herself. Regardless of whether she enjoyed it, I had still ****d the girl. She called her Step-Dad and he came home with a gun. I didn’t get shot, but I did have legal troubles until I was 18. Lucky for me, Kiara had taken a bath after we did it and that washed away most of the evidence. The evidence issues our local police had took care of the rest of it and my case was never brought to trial. Now, I’m on the other side of the statute of limitations. I’m not glad about this. It doesn’t make me happy. I ****d my Step-Sister. My beautiful Step-Sister. I took her innocence in the worst possible way and I can never take that back. I hate that I still see her when I masturbate. I sometimes still see her face when I’m fucking my wife. I hate that. I don’t hate the memory entirely though. How could I? She remains one of the sweetest fucks I’ve ever experienced, even if it was a violation.

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