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Obsessions
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Straight Female / 27
MY Fate Was To Want To Be A Woman My Sister's Fate Was The Opposite
My sister Riya and I had to go to live with our uncle in America when our family died in a plane crash. He was married to my father's sister and he was the only family for us. He is handsome and smart and has made a lot of money. He bought us nice things and sent us to a nice school. He bought me my first phone and he paid for my sister to go to college. He would pay for me too when I got old enough to go. There wasn't a woman in the house, and my sister was cold and rejected him. He liked to kiss me. I mean kiss me. Kisses with tongue between my lips. Kisses holding me. Kisses and kisses and more kisses. When I was fourteen and fifteen and my legs would give out from all the kissing. All that stuff about getting wet and everything was true, I got so wet that I would have to go change my panties. He really loved to kiss me when I was that age. We lived with him, my sister and me. We had no other family.
My sister is one of those bossy older sisters. She is ten years older. Many times he told her that she was not my mother. My sister and my uncle didn't get along and he didn't kiss her, he kissed me. I hardly ever wore dresses, mostly because I was a sports girl and I liked pants and shorts instead. I didn't even own a pair of nice shoes. He took me to the mall and bought me a dress and shoes and a purse for my fifteenth birthday. I wore it to dinner that night. Before we went to dinner I came down to model the dress for him. He was sitting on the sofa and pulled me to him, with his hands under the dress and up my thighs almost to my butt. He rubbed my legs and lifted my dress to see what kind of panties I was wearing and he kissed me mound, a long hot kiss, holding me hard by my butt and blew hot air into my pussy. Shshsh he told me, I was fifteen now, old enough to be a woman.
That night when we got back to the house I lay on the bed for him and I opened my legs and he looked at my pussy. You are very fine, a fine piece of flesh, I'm going to fuck you when you are little bit older. I wanted to be fucked right then, I didn't want to wait any longer.
I turned 16 and he bought me a car, a Honda Civic. It was new but don't think if was all dressed out, it was a beginner's car for school. It was grey and a stick because that is the car they had at the dealer. I didn't care, I had a car and that's what mattered. He taught me how to drive a stick. He would tell me that girls liked a stick, because it was like driving and holding a dick at the same time. I told him I had never held a dick and he told me that I would and I needed to be patient. All along he continued to kiss me, to fondle my breasts, to hold me by my butt cheeks. All along I continued to get wet and when he pressed me too him I could feel his dick against me. It wasn't fair. He told me, It's not your time yet.
My sister finished college and he got her a job with a friend of his. The man was a real slave driver and my sister didn't like him. One day she was at the dinner table and he told her to bring him his supper. She got mad and screamed at him that she wasn't his maid. So he spanked her. She was so angry she cried and he told her not to talk back to him. I got up and went to get his supper. He told my sister, see your sister knows how to be a woman and she is young and soft and beautiful.
It was some days later that my sister told him she was a lesbian, she was in love with another woman. He told her that she wasn't welcome to speak to him about that. One thing she needed to understand, there would be nothing of that in his house. She hated him right then, and he told her she wasn't to old not to get a spanking. That night after dinner he held me for a while before I went to bed, I always got dressed for bed and went down to sit with him. He told me that he needed to find a man for my sister and she needed to grow up and be a woman. For me to tell her. She was going to get married. That night, he held me and kissed me in a way he had never kissed me, that night I felt like a woman, that night he carried me upstairs to my bedroom and he made love to me. That was the night he fucked me.
My sister didn't like the man he found for her. She wore my mother's wedding gown, it had been fitter for her. She wore the vail down the isle and when I lifted the vail for her to look upon her husband I saw something in her eyes that scared me. Her anger was boiling. I looked at her and told her to accept her fate, it was our uncle's will.
I grew up and went to the university and had children for my uncle. My sister's husband kept a switch beside him, to smack her if she spoke back to him. I accepted my fate from the very beginning, and my sister didn't. That's how we are different.
My sister is one of those bossy older sisters. She is ten years older. Many times he told her that she was not my mother. My sister and my uncle didn't get along and he didn't kiss her, he kissed me. I hardly ever wore dresses, mostly because I was a sports girl and I liked pants and shorts instead. I didn't even own a pair of nice shoes. He took me to the mall and bought me a dress and shoes and a purse for my fifteenth birthday. I wore it to dinner that night. Before we went to dinner I came down to model the dress for him. He was sitting on the sofa and pulled me to him, with his hands under the dress and up my thighs almost to my butt. He rubbed my legs and lifted my dress to see what kind of panties I was wearing and he kissed me mound, a long hot kiss, holding me hard by my butt and blew hot air into my pussy. Shshsh he told me, I was fifteen now, old enough to be a woman.
That night when we got back to the house I lay on the bed for him and I opened my legs and he looked at my pussy. You are very fine, a fine piece of flesh, I'm going to fuck you when you are little bit older. I wanted to be fucked right then, I didn't want to wait any longer.
I turned 16 and he bought me a car, a Honda Civic. It was new but don't think if was all dressed out, it was a beginner's car for school. It was grey and a stick because that is the car they had at the dealer. I didn't care, I had a car and that's what mattered. He taught me how to drive a stick. He would tell me that girls liked a stick, because it was like driving and holding a dick at the same time. I told him I had never held a dick and he told me that I would and I needed to be patient. All along he continued to kiss me, to fondle my breasts, to hold me by my butt cheeks. All along I continued to get wet and when he pressed me too him I could feel his dick against me. It wasn't fair. He told me, It's not your time yet.
My sister finished college and he got her a job with a friend of his. The man was a real slave driver and my sister didn't like him. One day she was at the dinner table and he told her to bring him his supper. She got mad and screamed at him that she wasn't his maid. So he spanked her. She was so angry she cried and he told her not to talk back to him. I got up and went to get his supper. He told my sister, see your sister knows how to be a woman and she is young and soft and beautiful.
It was some days later that my sister told him she was a lesbian, she was in love with another woman. He told her that she wasn't welcome to speak to him about that. One thing she needed to understand, there would be nothing of that in his house. She hated him right then, and he told her she wasn't to old not to get a spanking. That night after dinner he held me for a while before I went to bed, I always got dressed for bed and went down to sit with him. He told me that he needed to find a man for my sister and she needed to grow up and be a woman. For me to tell her. She was going to get married. That night, he held me and kissed me in a way he had never kissed me, that night I felt like a woman, that night he carried me upstairs to my bedroom and he made love to me. That was the night he fucked me.
My sister didn't like the man he found for her. She wore my mother's wedding gown, it had been fitter for her. She wore the vail down the isle and when I lifted the vail for her to look upon her husband I saw something in her eyes that scared me. Her anger was boiling. I looked at her and told her to accept her fate, it was our uncle's will.
I grew up and went to the university and had children for my uncle. My sister's husband kept a switch beside him, to smack her if she spoke back to him. I accepted my fate from the very beginning, and my sister didn't. That's how we are different.
