1. Sis of Mine


    Date: 6/16/2016, Categories: True Story, Anal, Consensual Sex, Group Sex, Incest, Older, Author: Hellraser, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a true story. I am not serial gigolo, so mail directed to those ends will be universally disregarded. I have to add - this is not exactly a stroke story. Let's just say that in a lot of instances, I was in the right place at the right time with the right people. As it is, I was amazed at the details of my life I remembered – although as I remembered chronologically, more details came to the fore. © Hellraser 2014 If you followed my other looong story of growing up, there are some side trips that I can expand on now. Sis... Sis got married very young...16 young and was banished from our house by our bitch of a mother. Sis married a guy I'll just label as 'B'. She would probably never have taken the plunge except for the constant pressure from the bitch to marry HER choice of eligible, wealthy farmer's kids. That's what the bitch was all about. ONLY the wealthy need apply. No wonder she left at the first opportunity. It didn't help that Sis got knocked up really soon thereafter – whether it was her wedding night or the back of her boyfriends pickup...who knows? I think a little background is due here, assuming you haven't read my previous history. Our mom was a bitch...there wasn't any other way to describe her. Her idea of cooking was to burn everything. I don't recall ever seeing a pork chop fried so hard you could pound nails with it. Dad never commented and he had his reasons. Desserts? If we [family] wanted any, it was up to Sis and myself to make them. Sis RARELY ...
    called me Buck, it was always 'Baby Brudder' and that stuck with her the rest of her life. I remember having two birthday parties the whole time growing up and they were Sis' idea...she baked the cake and invited what few kids there were in our neighborhood. The bitch was more concerned over how much the kids DIDN'T pay for my gifts. Hell, this was the 50's and money didn't grow on trees like in the bigger cities. 95% of us all wore hand-me-downs. For some reason, at about age 5, we must have come into some money somewhere, somehow because we had the biggest Christmas we'd ever had. I got an electric train that had a light and smoked if you put this special oil in the smokestack. I got a puppy, a boxer. As this was a 'super boxer', he grew the size of a great Dane and was my protector. He walked me to school, waited for me at recess and got between me and the bitch when she was in her normal foul mood. This lasted til school was out for 1st grade and he disappeared. Dad finally told me years later the bitch threatened to leave him if he didn't get rid of 'that damned dog'. I was hers to torment while Dad was at work and she didn't need anything protecting me. The bitch was a holy terror as long as Dad was out of the house working. From my earliest memories, Sis was labeled a 'whore' by mom and beaten or slapped around. I was beaten for things real or imagined several times a day and Sis was there to console me. Sis was at least smart enough to make herself scarce most of the ...
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