When I was young I was jealous of my sister because of the "special relationship" she had with our father. It was kind of an open secret in the household. My brother, mother and I all knew about it. At night while the rest of us were watching tv or whatever, dad would disappear with my sister into her bedroom. When I asked her about it, she said that she gave him oral and that was why he gave her so many presents. I was really jealous, partly because of the presents, and partly because I was old enough to be interested in sex.

I asked my dad why he didn't want oral sex from me. At first he denied what was going on and grounded me for suggesting it. It continued to annoy me that my sister was doing it and I wasn't, because I really wanted to try sex.

I ended up getting caught with a boy behind a shed in a friend's back yard. We were caught before anything happened, and my father was called. When he got me home, he asked me what I'd been thinking. I told him that I wanted to have sex.

That was when he started letting me give him oral. He decided I was old enough and that it would be better for me to practice on him than on every boy in school. No one was home at the time. He whipped it out right there in the living room and let me suck it. It made me really turned on. The first time, he came on my stomach, but explained that if I wanted to do it right, I would have to learn to swallow.

After that, my sister and I were both blowing him. I was a walking hormone and thought about it all the time. Mom and brother ignored it just like always. Eventually my sister moved out and went to college. My relationship with my father continued until I moved out too.