I'm glad I stumbled over this site. I've got a confession I need to get off my chest.

My father died when I was young in a work accident. We received a large pay-out from the company he worked for and the plant he worked in both. It was enough that we didn't have much to worry about. We moved to California, and my mother took up with a man who had two daughters. One was much older, and she lived on her on. I didn't see her very often. The other girl was a year younger than me. She was very pretty, and I snuck peaks at her now and then. Nothing too unwholesome.

My step-father was a great guy, and I really liked him. He always felt bad for me losing my dad, and he went over and beyond to make me feel loved. He was always bringing me home presents, taking me fishing, surfing, on trips to the zoo, pretty much wherever I wanted to go. We became very close and I thought of him as a second father.

One a month, we'd have family game night. Board games, dice games, whatever. His two daughter, myself and my brother, my mother and step-father, and a few of their friends would get together on a Friday night and play late. Everyone had a blast. On one of those occasions, we played later and later. Eventually, my mother's friends left. My eldest step sister left. My mother went to bed, and my step-father, myself, and my sister stayed up to put the games away and clean the kitchen. I was excused from doing dishes since it was so late, so I told them good night and went off to my room.

I fell fast asleep, but sometime during the night I woke up and went for a piss. The house was dark and I assumed everyone had gone to bed. I went for a drink of water, and heard a strange noise coming from the den. I was scared it was a burglar, so I crept very quietly to peak into the room.

I opened one of the slatted doors just enough to peer through, and spread across the couch was my step-sister. Her father was straddling her with his knees on either side of her hips, and she was licking his cock. He was coaxing her, talking sweetly to her, and I immediately felt sick. I tried to get up quietly, but also couldn't stop watching. He stood her up after she licked him for a bit, and then he stuck his mouth between her legs. Her head fell back and she seemed to be enjoying it, but I knew it was wrong. When he laid her down on the floor and climbed on top of her, I started wondering who I should tell. The way she was positioned, her eyes were looking in my direction, and I was afraid she could see me. So I crawled backwards to the hallway, jumped up, and ran back to my room.

Twenty minutes later my step-father opened my door and checked on me. I wasn't asleep. The next day, I didn't say a word. Then the next day, or the next. I'd catch them fucking every once in awhile but I was afraid to tell anyone.

Fast forward a few years, when my step-sister and I were in high school, and I was driving her home. Somehow we got to talking and I ended up telling her I'd seen her with her step-father. I told her if she wanted to go to somebody, I would stand beside her and tell the truth. She didn't want to, but she thanked me for my care.

That very weekend, she came to me late one night while I was lying in bed reading a comic book. She told me that what she and her step father did was okay because they loved one another. That she and he were in love, in love. I tried to tell her that wasn't the case. One thing led to another, and she was holding me in bed, crying. That led to kissing. The kissing led to clothes coming off. Before I knew what was really happening, she was sucking my cock with her ass in the air facing my direction. She let me rub at her pussy and even lick it a bit before she climbed on top of me and rode me hard and fast. When I was about to come, she jumped off and sucked up every drop.

We had sex three or four more times, and I started to feel tremendously guilty because I knew she was sexually fucked-up, and afraid she might tell her step-father and he might get mad. So, I told my mother and the school counselor about what I had seen so many times, and even what she had done to me.

They put my step-father in prison for a long time, and they took my step-sister and put her in protective custody, and then in a mental hospital to help her with all her problems.

Years later now, she sends me emails blaming me for her whole life falling apart. They're sporadic and very cruel, but they're at least once every few months.