Chapter 1: Life at Home

It was Christmas Break time and I’d only just gotten home the day before from school after an exhausting week of finals. Although it had only been a couple of weeks since I was home for Thanksgiving, I was still thrilled to be back.

As a college junior I was now dealing with the separations from home so much better than I had in my first two years. Even so, as the saying goes ... there’s no place like home! My dad and I got things started off right the night I got back and the next morning I was thrilled when I learned he hadn’t forgotten about my traditional “wakeup call”. Unfortunately, like most Saturdays, he had to go to work so after he left I threw on a short robe and had breakfast with mom. Afterwards I drove over to my Aunt Linda’s to visit with her and my younger cousin Kristen who was also back home for her first winter break (as they called it at her public college). as It was just a brief visit though I couldn’t stay long because my dad’s office Christmas party was that night and I had to get home to get ready.

My dad’s a corporate lawyer - the boring kind, not like the guys on Boston Legal - a show he absolutely abhors by the way! It may be excruciatingly boring to me but people pay him a lot of money for what he does which means I get to attend an expensive private Christian college so I guess I shouldn’t complain about the long hours he works.

Meanwhile my mom’s an RN who moved into a management position early in her career at the hospital which meant she also spends a great deal of time away from home. Being an only child, that left me alone much of the time as I was growing up which is probably part of why I became such a computer geek. Actually, I don’t know much at all about computers but I’ve used one a lot doing school work as well as chatting and e-mail.

Despite the time away from home, my parents are the best any girl could ask for. I was raised in a loving and nurturing environment by two people where were totally in love with one another and totally faithful. They taught me to be respectful and to accept responsibility for my actions. Part of that respect and responsibility included my sexual conduct as well. My parents never “babied” me and were always open in every way with me. Doors were simply not shut in our home and nudity was treated as normal, not as sexual titillation. Some of my earliest memories are being in the hot tub with my parents with all of us nude although at that age I didn’t even realize I was “nude”, it was just natural for us to be that way when we were together. Oh sure there were a few awkward moments for my parents as I grew up like when I tried to use the public pool in the same manner but I learned that this was something we did as a family and not with others.

My parents had a great sex life (that was the one time their bedroom door WAS shut as I grew up) but they also masturbated regularly and encouraged me to do the same whenever I felt the urge, regardless of where I was - my bedroom or even in the family room while we watched TV. While some people think that’s odd, I am more amazed at how many people think it’s erotic. They need to remember it isn’t something we do to flaunt ourselves. In fact, I find it just as perverse that so many people try to hide the fact they masturbate when I would bet 99% of people did!

Personally, I started having sex when I was fourteen and never looked back. By the time I was sixteen I’d been with seven different guys but then I had sex with the most important one man in the world to me - my dad. It’s a long story how that happened but leave it at this, my family has been involved in incest since my mom and her sister did it with my grandpa. It is NOT anything perverted or such and I am never quite sure how to feel when people tell me it turns them on to know I fuck my parents.

To me, incest is just a way of expressing our love and respect for one another. It is nothing at all like the type of sex I have with other people outside my family where I’m looking more for my own physical gratification. I think it’s such a shame that incest has gotten such a bad rap due to the perverts out there that have used it as an excuse to abuse their children and rape family members. Such people should be shot in my opinion but that doesn’t mean incest in and of itself is wrong, jus that it requires a deep sense of love and respect.