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Revenge
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Straight Female / 64
Crossing The Rubicon Of Our Innocence
I think everyone has a secret. My secret is from when I was fourteen. That summer we went to a lake for six weeks. It was two families. My sister and I were on babysitting duty all day long. At night, after the little ones were safe in bed, we were off duty.
It was warm that summer, the sun set after ten. We went down to the lake to talk. A couple of boys rowed up in a canoe to talk. We had a curfew and weren't allowed to talk to stranger boys without supervision. But that night we were disobedient.
It wasn't that it was scary, or that we knew we were violating every rule we had, it was being naked on the lawn while these boys were trying us out for size. They were naked too, and their penises were in our face, and between our legs doing the nasty to us. The only good thing is that we were together, being deflowered in the setting sun.
When the boys left they stole our bikinis, leaving us naked on the lawn. There was no way into the house without walking by our mother and her sister. My mother started calling, it was time for us to come in. She came out looking for us and found us naked doing our best to cover ourselves with our arms and hands.
Once the interrogation started we caved right away. We went to bed that night our hearts in our throat, my mother and her sister having made it clear we were likely to be pregnant. Time passed, our bellies got hard as rocks, our pants didn't fit anymore. The 'smocks' my mother made were atrocious, made from the curtains in the garage apartment. We sat out of school the following year, our home schooling lesson plan included infant care and family cooking.
The bikinis were never found, or the canoe or the boys. My sister got a boyfriend and she told him that she wouldn't have sex if I wasn't with her. The boy got a second, and four years after our sons were born we again had sex together.
It was warm that summer, the sun set after ten. We went down to the lake to talk. A couple of boys rowed up in a canoe to talk. We had a curfew and weren't allowed to talk to stranger boys without supervision. But that night we were disobedient.
It wasn't that it was scary, or that we knew we were violating every rule we had, it was being naked on the lawn while these boys were trying us out for size. They were naked too, and their penises were in our face, and between our legs doing the nasty to us. The only good thing is that we were together, being deflowered in the setting sun.
When the boys left they stole our bikinis, leaving us naked on the lawn. There was no way into the house without walking by our mother and her sister. My mother started calling, it was time for us to come in. She came out looking for us and found us naked doing our best to cover ourselves with our arms and hands.
Once the interrogation started we caved right away. We went to bed that night our hearts in our throat, my mother and her sister having made it clear we were likely to be pregnant. Time passed, our bellies got hard as rocks, our pants didn't fit anymore. The 'smocks' my mother made were atrocious, made from the curtains in the garage apartment. We sat out of school the following year, our home schooling lesson plan included infant care and family cooking.
The bikinis were never found, or the canoe or the boys. My sister got a boyfriend and she told him that she wouldn't have sex if I wasn't with her. The boy got a second, and four years after our sons were born we again had sex together.
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