The following is an account submitted to me by a man who fucked his younger sister many years ago. Through weeks of e-mail correspondence with this stranger, I have gathered the necessary facts to write his sordid tale and bring it to my fans. For legal reasons, all names have been changed to protect those individuals who took part in the following events...

Background

Julie is my eight-year-old sister. About two years ago, her body went through a radical change which took my parents and me completely by surprise. According to our family doctor, my sister was going through a genetic condition which medical science calls “precocious puberty.” For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term, it means when a girl or a boy reaches puberty earlier than what is considered normal. The only reason why I know this, my parents had a long educational talk with me right after taking Julie for her check-up. Anyway, the doctor informed them that she would need to go on puberty blockers to delay further development of her maturation.

My parents weren’t thrilled about Julie having to take medication at such an early age. However, once they weighed the pros and cons of our doctor’s suggestion, they decided Julie should start on the drugs; within two months into her treatment, changes to her body gradually tapered off until they eventually stopped all together. The weird thing about Julie’s condition was that the changes were only confined to the area below her waist. What I mean is, my sister didn’t fill out like the other little girls in our small southern town. Unlike most adolescent girls who enter puberty with proud, budding breasts, Julie got stuck with a round heart-shaped ass that was large for a kid her age. If you ask me, I thought she looked kind of sexy, but that was the opinion of a boy who would eventually grow up into an ass man, but many of the kids thought she was kind of freaky looking.

Another problem with her body was that Julie had this pronounced arch in her lower back that forced her butt to shoot out in defiance of gravity, much to the disappointment of my sister since it earned her the nickname “Assy” at school. Despite these two things, her figure resembled that of any other eight-year-old girl.

Oh, I almost forgot, my name is Jeff Rhodes. I’m Julie’s older brother by two years. And because of that, it’s my responsibility to protect my sister whenever there’s trouble. Anyway, I remember one day in particular when Julie and I were playing waffle ball at the local park. I noticed three boys similar in age to Julie, standing off to the side watching us play. They had their eyes locked on to my sister’s butt. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it because guys were always checking out my sister’s ass. Sure, it annoyed me, but after a while, you get used to it. Besides, I couldn’t spend my days constantly fighting; a boy of ten is no match for every horn dog who wanted a piece of my sister.

When I was set to pitch the ball, I told Julie to get ready. She gripped the bat just as I had taught her and arched her lower back. I pitched an easy underhand throw, which she smacked dead on. The ball whizzed by my left ear forcing me to avert my eyes. When I turned to fetch the ball, a loud yelp jerked my head back in Julie’s direction. Those very same boys who had been watching us were now taking turns swatting my sister’s ass. Before I could make my way across the field to clobber them, the little fuckers scampered away like mice over a hill. When I brought Julie home from the park that day, she was bawling her eyes out while sitting on my mother’s lap. In between the sniffles and the stutters, my parents managed to get the whole story from her. Of course, the blame fell on me since I was the older brother who should’ve been more careful. You know how emotional parents get during these incidents.

Well, after dinner that evening, mom allowed Julie to have an extra helping of apple pie to make up for what happened at the park today. While she was enjoying her treat, happily swinging her legs under the table, my mother looked across at me and gave me “the wink”. The wink was her way of signaling me that once Julie finished her dessert, it was up to me to get my sister ready for her bath. Easier said than done, because if you knew anything about Julie, you knew that the one thing she hated most was taking baths. Every single night it was like an Olympic event trying to get her into the tub. I had to chase my sister all over the house—and I do mean all over. It really wasn’t so bad except for the part when she’d turn around and kick me in the shins. That usually had me hopping in circles from the pain shooting up my leg, which gave Julie the time she needed to find a hiding spot. Fortunately for me, though, I would eventually find her in one of two places: either underneath her bed or in the hall closet. And since she wasn’t in the hall closet, she had to be under her bed.

And sure enough, that’s exactly where I found Julie tonight, with her little foot sticking out from under the bed partially concealed by the bed skirt. She hadn’t heard me yet which was a good thing since it gave me the element of surprise. I tiptoed into her room and quickly snatched Julie by the ankle; she squealed, desperately clawing at the floor as I dragged her out into the open. I dropped to one knee and picked my sister up and then tossed her over my shoulder which made me feel like some sort of caveman; Naturally, Julie thumped on my back demanding that I put her down.

When we got to the bathroom, I immediately shut the door and locked it before putting her down. I learned from experience that Julie had a tendency of running off when you least expect it. My mother was already in the bathroom leaning over the tub, adjusting the temperature of the water. Before we washed Julie, mom, as a routine, would inspect her panties to see if they were soiled. Julie didn’t usually leave behind skid marks, but on certain days like today, when she felt like annoying mom, she’d leave several. My mom would shake her head in frustration and end up saying something like, “Oh Jules! How could you?” This would send my sister into a fit of giggles. And I have to admit, it got me laughing pretty hard as well.

Once we got her cleaned up and out of the tub, I’d hold Julie by the waist so my mom could thoroughly dry her. When it came time to pass the towel through her little crack, mom would have me spread Julie’s Jell-O mounds apart. At the time I was doing this, I never understood why my penis would jerk from handling her baby buns. All I knew was that I liked the feeling—a lot. So much so, in fact, that I had to excuse myself and run to my room just to tug on my pecker. Nothing ever came out, though, as I was still too young to produce any cum. To be honest, if it weren’t for my sister constantly prancing around in her snug little panties, I probably wouldn’t have had any interest in the female form until another couple of years. Not that I’m complaining, of course.

During the next three years, life became much more difficult for both Julie and me. For one thing, she got bigger and sexier in the ass department, while I got into more fights defending her honor. And most of those fights were with Billy McGinty, who was our version of the neighborhood bully. He was a freckled faced, stocky little fuck with red hair and bad acne sprinkled across his forehead. Out of all the kids in my school, he was the only one brave enough to fondle my sister in public. I don’t know how he did it, but whenever he wanted to feel Julie’s ass up, he’d somehow get her alone, even if she happened to be with one of her girlfriends. I caught him a number of times pawing Julie’s butt in the schoolyard or on the street. And Julie would do nothing to stop him. She’d just stand there with her mouth hanging open, looking into his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. My sister was so afraid of him; all she could do was cry while Billy squeezed her round ass till his heart’s content.

When I’d catch him, which I never would have been able to do if it weren’t for the other kids who liked to snitch on him, I’d clock him one on the jaw. I’d then tell Julie to run home while Billy and I got into it. He’d usually get in a couple of shots during our fights, but I was the one who always came out looking the better of the two. And when it was all over, he’d always say the same thing: “One day, Jeff, I’m going to have your sister’s ass if it’s the last thing I do. Just you wait and see,” he threatened as he walked away flipping me both fingers. The thought had crossed my mind that Billy had a loose screw in his head. On top of that, I had to deal with other boys, too. They were mostly the ones who used to mercilessly tease Julie when they were younger. But now instead of teasing my sister they wanted to mercilessly fuck her. And ... not only them but older men as well.

Shit! It got to the point that if I turned my back on her for one second, just one second, there’d be a guy putting the moves on her. And let me tell you, these guys had balls! In broad daylight, they’d walk right up to Julie, tap her on the shoulder, and begin flirting. Some were old enough to be our father. Horny old men who used to sit in the park feeding pigeons would now approach my sister and whisper lewd invitations into her innocent ears. After enough encounters with these lustful men, Julie slowly began to understand the power she held over the male species—young and old alike. The funny thing is, you’d think the threat of doing jail time for child molestation or statutory rape would dissuade them from even trying. Nope! At whatever age, be it 11 or 60, if their cocks could fire spunk, they’d want in on Julie’s ass.

No doubt about it. Julie’s ass is definitely a one of a kind. And everyone in the neighborhood knew it. I’d bet any amount of money if Julie parked that succulent ass of hers on any guy’s face, he’d be on his knees in a second slapping an engagement ring on her finger before the words “will you marry me” were out of his mouth. It was really that bad!

Then ... the shit really hit the fan when word of Julie’s mouth-watering ass reached the ears of a rich and powerful businessman who went by the name of Jack Reynolds. He is, as I was to find out later from my father, the third-richest man in our state and a real sleazebag to boot. And one with a reputation for getting what he wanted. Rumor had it that once he set his sights on something, he never quit until he got it. Never!

The Story

Class had just let out. And on my way home, I stopped at the local convenience store to buy a bottle of soda and a small bag of chips. I was heading toward the register when I overheard someone mention my sister’s name. I paused, and then stepped into an aisle where two old timers were engaged in conversation. Pretending to search for an item on the shelf, I moved closer to where they were standing.

“You kiddin’me”?

“Absolutely not! I saw it with my own two eyes.” He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “His driver slowed the limo to a crawl and followed the Rhodes girl as she walked home.”

“Did he say anything to her”?

“Nah! He just stuck his head out to get a better look at her swaying—you know what,” he said with a chuckle.

“Think he’ll get her?”

“Dunno. But Karl better keep a watchful eye on his baby girl, lest he plans on being a grandfather.” The two of them broke out into a fit of hacking laughter, leaning into each other and slapping backs.

Later that night, I told my dad what I’d heard at the convenience store.

“Well, son. At least we know there’s a vulture in town. But I don’t want you mentioning this to your mom—and especially to your sister.”

“Okay, dad.” I gave him a nod while he sighed and combed his fingers through his hair. The skin on his forehead wrinkled as he sat there deep in thought.

“Well, Jeff, it looks like it’s going to be up to us to keep a close eye on her. I know you like to hang out with your friends after school...” He paused, searching his son’s face. “But I’m going to need your help, son.”

“That’s alright, dad. Julie’s safety is more important to me than hangin’ out with my buddies,” I replied in sincerity.

After our little talk, my dad put me on permanent baby-sitting duty. From this day forward, I was to keep a watchful eye on Julie, especially when she got out of school. If or when Mr. Reynolds should appear, I was to call either my dad or the police just in case I couldn’t reach him. Well, it turns out we did such a good job guarding my little sister, Jack Reynolds had no choice but to come out from hiding and make a special appearance at our house. He literally banged on our front door one Saturday afternoon.

Thankfully, Julie wasn’t around that day because, at the request of my father, mom had taken her to the doctor to get her on birth control pills. My father said he wasn’t taking any chances.

I opened the door and found a man who looked to be in his forties smoking a fat stinking cigar. He was bald with narrow eyes that seemed to penetrate you as if he knew your deepest darkest secrets. “Boy, let me speak to your father,” he demanded, in a booming voice. Just then, my dad came to the door and stepped in front of me.

“Jeff, go to your room,” he said, with a tone I only heard him use whenever he was mad. And from the looks on his face, I knew he was plenty mad. I went to my room but kept the door open, so I could eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Mr. Rhodes. My name is—”

“I know who you are. What the hell do you want?” There was a long pause while both my father and Reynolds stared each other down.

“I’m here on a business matter you could say. May I come in?”

“Whatever you have to say you can say it right from where you’re standing.” My dad curled his fingers into a fist ready to swing if it came down to that. The effect was not lost on Reynolds who decided to take a cautious step back.

“I like you Mr. Rhodes. I really do; you’re a man who speaks his mind. I can appreciate that. Well ... let me get right to it then. You know why I’m here, and if you truly know who I am, then you know I always get what I want. So let’s not fight the inevitable. I’m prepared to make your life very comfortable if you bring yourself to see things my way, Mr. Rhodes.”

“Listen you fucker and you listen good. If I even hear you’ve been sniffing around my Julie, I will come after you so help me God. I don’t care what people say about you. I will end you!” The door slammed, rattling the house. And that, as they say, was that.

I sat on my bed trying to make sense of it all. I couldn’t believe it! All this trouble for a girl who was only eleven! Weren’t there older and prettier girls Reynolds could go after? I mean—C’mon!