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When I Was A Kid
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When I was four my mother met her boyfriend of nearly thirteen years now at a bar. We moved in with him and his two boys a few weeks after they started dating and everything seemed to be going good, we all got along real well and went on hiking trips, played dumb board games together, and the boys were teaching me football. Yep we were all just a big happy family! Well, that's how it was for the first year anyway.
We live in a small trailer with only two bedrooms, Charlie and my Mother have a room and the older brother Daniel has his own room which left me and Cody to share a couch in the living room.
It was pretty cramped but i don't think ether of us really minded back then. I remember we used to make bets of who would fall a sleep first with very ridiculous promises that neither of us carried out.
Anyways, one night Cody woke me up and said he would show me something "cool" he saw every night if I was quite and promised I wouldn't tell anyone, I gave him my word. So I followed him in a slow and quite crawl to our parent's bedroom, he cracked the door just a tiny bit and I saw my mother bouncing on his dad, kissing him, and sucking his dick, of course at that age I had no idea what they were doing but I remember thinking that from the way they were groaning they were in pain.
We went back to our couch and I asked him about what they were doing and he told me about kissing and sex and the rough basics to it "a boy sticking his pee pee into a girl's and it feeling real good." We spent a few hours talking about it before going back to sleep. After that sneaking to our parent's room and watching them have sex became a regular thing, Then we started kissing each other and I started giving him blowjobs. Later he wanted to try actual penetration, I remember I was terrified and said I didn't want to then he started to tease me saying I was a big baby and that he wouldn't be my friend anymore if I didn't try it so I agreed, When he stuck it in it hurt so much and I started crying so he put his hand over my mouth telling me to "be quite" and to "stop being such a baby" he pulled in and out a couple times and gave a few shallow thrust before I was practically screaming under his hand, when we heard rustling and foot steps coming from our parent's room he quickly pulled out and turned over like he was sleeping and furiously whispered to me to shut up, When his dad came out asking me what was wrong I told him "It was just another bad dream about the wall." I don't remember why but back then I had an irrational fear of walls, I used to think they talked to me.
After that I told him I didn't like it anymore and I was going to tell on him if he didn't leave me alone. We stopped doing it and pretty much just stopped talking to each other all together. at the time I was around 6 years old and he was 9.
About two months later we were back to our old ways of kissing and blowjobs and there were two or three more sex attempts all ending in crying and threats of being told, This went on till I was 8 and our parents started fighting about... you guessed it sex. She accused him of of loving her only for her body and he told her she didn't put out enough. I started becoming more aware of what we were actually doing and started mimicking my mother accusations of being used for her body. Cody and I started fighting as much as out parents and over the same subject. He brought up the (what I claimed was forbidden) topic of sex and I told him something like "You don't love me you're just using me for my body!" The very words we have heard proclaimed by my mother multiple times. I told him I wasn't going to do it any more and I have kept true to my word.
And now at nearly seventeen I am living in the same trailer with the same people with the addition of a six year old brother and the subtraction of an eldest brother who is now married and expecting a child of his own, the room he left behind was given to our youngest brother sense Cody and I couldn't come to an agreement of who would get the privilege of privacy and a real bed. So I sleep on the same couch I have for the last 13 years and Cody sleeps on his seven year old couch just two feet away from me, The bo- MAN now at twenty years old has yet to find a job, get a car, and dates (rapes) girl as young at fourteen. Even as I write this I am watching my non-legal step brother from a mere two feet away text an underage girl. I have never told anyone other than my girlfriend (yes I am a girl, I am pansexual) about what occurred under this cheap tin roof and when I am legally an adult and have the means to I will take what I can carry on my back and hope I never hear from this fucked up family again.
We live in a small trailer with only two bedrooms, Charlie and my Mother have a room and the older brother Daniel has his own room which left me and Cody to share a couch in the living room.
It was pretty cramped but i don't think ether of us really minded back then. I remember we used to make bets of who would fall a sleep first with very ridiculous promises that neither of us carried out.
Anyways, one night Cody woke me up and said he would show me something "cool" he saw every night if I was quite and promised I wouldn't tell anyone, I gave him my word. So I followed him in a slow and quite crawl to our parent's bedroom, he cracked the door just a tiny bit and I saw my mother bouncing on his dad, kissing him, and sucking his dick, of course at that age I had no idea what they were doing but I remember thinking that from the way they were groaning they were in pain.
We went back to our couch and I asked him about what they were doing and he told me about kissing and sex and the rough basics to it "a boy sticking his pee pee into a girl's and it feeling real good." We spent a few hours talking about it before going back to sleep. After that sneaking to our parent's room and watching them have sex became a regular thing, Then we started kissing each other and I started giving him blowjobs. Later he wanted to try actual penetration, I remember I was terrified and said I didn't want to then he started to tease me saying I was a big baby and that he wouldn't be my friend anymore if I didn't try it so I agreed, When he stuck it in it hurt so much and I started crying so he put his hand over my mouth telling me to "be quite" and to "stop being such a baby" he pulled in and out a couple times and gave a few shallow thrust before I was practically screaming under his hand, when we heard rustling and foot steps coming from our parent's room he quickly pulled out and turned over like he was sleeping and furiously whispered to me to shut up, When his dad came out asking me what was wrong I told him "It was just another bad dream about the wall." I don't remember why but back then I had an irrational fear of walls, I used to think they talked to me.
After that I told him I didn't like it anymore and I was going to tell on him if he didn't leave me alone. We stopped doing it and pretty much just stopped talking to each other all together. at the time I was around 6 years old and he was 9.
About two months later we were back to our old ways of kissing and blowjobs and there were two or three more sex attempts all ending in crying and threats of being told, This went on till I was 8 and our parents started fighting about... you guessed it sex. She accused him of of loving her only for her body and he told her she didn't put out enough. I started becoming more aware of what we were actually doing and started mimicking my mother accusations of being used for her body. Cody and I started fighting as much as out parents and over the same subject. He brought up the (what I claimed was forbidden) topic of sex and I told him something like "You don't love me you're just using me for my body!" The very words we have heard proclaimed by my mother multiple times. I told him I wasn't going to do it any more and I have kept true to my word.
And now at nearly seventeen I am living in the same trailer with the same people with the addition of a six year old brother and the subtraction of an eldest brother who is now married and expecting a child of his own, the room he left behind was given to our youngest brother sense Cody and I couldn't come to an agreement of who would get the privilege of privacy and a real bed. So I sleep on the same couch I have for the last 13 years and Cody sleeps on his seven year old couch just two feet away from me, The bo- MAN now at twenty years old has yet to find a job, get a car, and dates (rapes) girl as young at fourteen. Even as I write this I am watching my non-legal step brother from a mere two feet away text an underage girl. I have never told anyone other than my girlfriend (yes I am a girl, I am pansexual) about what occurred under this cheap tin roof and when I am legally an adult and have the means to I will take what I can carry on my back and hope I never hear from this fucked up family again.
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