Some readers will consider this story one of incest. It would definitely fall into the taboo category. Again as some readers will say, "not typical DG Hear" but I'm DG and I don't know what my 'typical' is. As always, thanks to my two wonderful editors who make my stories a much better read, LadyCibelle and Techsan.
Wow! I'm just sitting here reading more stories on the Internet. I wish I could write like some of these authors. I read a lot of incest stories and don't agree with a lot of what I read. A lot of the writers have it all wrong. They make every brother who loves his sister to be some kind of sex maniac. It pisses me off that just because I love my sister I'm some kind of sex pervert. Sure, I love Millie and always have, but she's my little sister and even though I love her and have fantasies about her, I never touched her.
I think I'll try writing my own story and tell people about me and Millie. I wish I could tell Millie how I feel, but it will never happen. I don't want to lose her as my closest friend. I can't wait to see her again. It's been almost a year now. She wrote me all the time. She's the one that made me want to keep living after ruining my life.
I think I'll write my story. I better not use our real names in case the wrong people read this. So, I guess I'll use Mickey and Minnie instead of our real names, Jerry and Millie Peterson. Where do I start? I guess a name for my story would be a nice place to start.
By Mick Convict
That was a nice start. Now for some real writing.
My name is Mick and I'm a convict. I recently got released from prison for nearly killing a man. I want to tell you about my short life and how I arrived at the point I'm at today.
My mother died while giving birth to me. My dad drank himself into an early grave. At five years old, I was placed in a foster home. The Smiths were really nice people. They wanted kids and had been trying for years to get Mrs. Smith pregnant. I was told that when they saw me, they fell in love with me. They decided to adopt me. Of course, I don't remember too much of my life way back then. I do remember being happy that I was finally going to have a real mom and dad.
After about a year later, wouldn't you know it. Mom got pregnant. They say 'If you can't have kids, then adopt one and then the kids will start coming.' Eventually, I had a little sister. Thinking back I didn't know whether I was happy or jealous. She was the cutest little thing but I knew I would get a lot less attention. I was really mad about that until the first time I sat on the couch and Mom brought Minnie in and set her on my lap.
I was scared to death. I might have only been six, but I was holding my little sister in my arms. I remember saying to Mom and Dad that I would always protect my little sister from harm."
Well, so far so good. I was hoping I would be able to get an editor to help with all the grammatical errors when I finished this story. I think I'll have a beer and try to get my thoughts together before writing some more of this story. I don't think people realize how hard it is to write till you sit down and really try it. I know I didn't.
Well, time to get back with my writing.
As the years passed by, little Minnie followed me everywhere. She stuck to me like glue. Even as a baby when she would cry, I was the only one that could get her to stop. Whenever I got home from school, there was Minnie waiting for me to play with her. I have to admit that some times when I wanted to be with my friends that she would come out and be a pain in my butt. I would tell her to go away and she would get those little tears in her eyes that would make me feel bad and I always let her come with me. We went to the parks and I always pulled her in the wagon.
I got in a couple of fights with my friends whenever they would make fun of me or Minnie. They wanted to tease her and I wouldn't let them. She was my little sister and I was her protector. I took my job as her protector very seriously for a kid. At night when she would cry and go to Mom and Dad's room because she was scared, they would send her back to her room. She would come to my room and climb in next to me. She would crawl up next to me where she felt safe. This started when she was about four years old.
In many of these incest stories I read the brother always takes advantage of their little sister. It wasn't that way with me and Minnie. I never had sexual thoughts about her when she was little like that. I just hugged her and protected her like a big brother should. Looking back now I could say I did it because I loved her and I think she loved me at least as brother and sister.
As we got older not a lot changed. She would still climb in my bed whenever she was scared. We would watch a horror movie and I knew she would be there next to me that night.
When she turned ten, I told her she was now too old to sleep with me. I was afraid of waking up with a woody in the morning. I was sixteen and wasn't about to try to explain it to her. We did still cuddle on the couch and watch movies together. I don't really know how to explain it, but the less I saw of her the more I missed her.
She started to develop sexually and I began to notice. I knew it was probably wrong to look at my sister like that so I kept it to myself. The last thing I would ever want to do is scare her and make her afraid of me. She was my best friend but I just couldn't tell her how much I cared for her. We shared just about everything else but I was six years older than her and I tried to go on with my life and just keep my thoughts of this now teenage girl in the recesses of my mind.
I ended up being a jock. I played baseball, football, and even wrestled. I was a good all-around athlete but wasn't really college material. I didn't think there would be any scholarships for me. I was right so after graduation I went to the community college and worked in my parents' store. They owned a small party store and I worked in the evening. My parents ran the store during the day.
I needed to get on my own, away from seeing Minnie everyday. I made a deal with my parents. There was an apartment above the store and they said they would lease it to me on my graduation day. I was taking business courses to help them with the books and for me to understand how to run a small business. I figured I would probably inherit the business eventually. After my graduation from Community college, I moved into my apartment.
The truth be known, I wanted out of our house. As my teenage sister got older, I was falling in love with her. I didn't touch her even though I did a hundred times in my mind. I didn't know if her being my sister due to my adoption made a difference. I just knew I couldn't spend too much time alone with her without letting her know how I felt.
She always had girlfriends coming over to the house. They would always flirt with me but I tried to treat them nicely. I knew they were just young girls with a crush on the older jock. The funny thing was, when they were all in bathing suits, it was Minnie that I spent the most time looking at. That's when I knew I had to move.
She would come over to the store after school but we never spent time alone upstairs. I just didn't want to take any chances. I guess the worst thing was that I had nobody to talk to about my problem. I decided to solve it by dating every girl I could over the age of eighteen. I had more than a few girls up in my apartment. I had sex with just about all of them.
The girls were nice overall. The sex with them was great. I was surprised that it wasn't hard to get these girls into bed. Must be the women of today wanted to take charge or something. A kind of 'if you like it, do it' philosophy. A few wanted a commitment from me which, of course, I couldn't give. For me to be committed to one woman, I figure I would have to love her. I do have to admit that I did love having sex and if these women were telling me the truth, I was quite good.
Minnie started to date. She would tell me about some of the guys and I tried to be happy for her but inside my heart I really hurt. I thought about the time when she was eight and a boy pulled her ponytail. She told him if he ever did it again that she would get her big brother to beat him up. I remember laughing when she told me that.
'Why, Lord?' I thought. My feelings were so strong and I couldn't act upon them. I dated more and more, trying to keep my mind off my taboo - my sister. Everytime I heard about one of her dates it took a little out of me. I often wondered if she was going to be as easy to bed down as some of the girls and women I dated. It hurt me to think about her making love to another man. God, what's wrong with me? She's my sister, damn it. I have to get past this and on with my life.
I kept busy working at the store and working out at the YMCA, just trying to keep in shape. Actually my life was pretty good except for not being with the girl I loved. I was now twenty-two and she was only sixteen. People would never understand us being together even if she agreed to be with me which was absolutely absurd. A beautiful young lady like her being with her old brother.
I should have become an actor. I was becoming pretty good at it whenever Minnie was around. I loved it when she hugged me or kissed me on the cheek. She was so bubbly and outgoing. Her tiny frame and only being about 5'1' tall and maybe a hundred and ten pounds, made her really agile. She would surprise me and jump into my arms. I remember always telling her that she shouldn't do that, because I might accidentally drop her.
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