I will never know whose baby I was carrying, because I don't know whose sperm got to me first, my brother Tony's or his friend Guy's. All I know is they both raped me.
OK, so I have issues just like everyone else. One of them has to do with who is in "control" when I have a relationship with someone, no matter how brief it may be. My Uncle Paul had fucked me a couple of months back and ever since then it was nagging me how he had been in control that day. Something needed to be done about that!
If you were a man in your forties and you had the opportunity to have sex with a sexy sixteen year-old girl, would you turn her down? Of course not. The question then becomes, would it make it even better if she was your brother's youngest daughter?
A poem about an uncle's relationship with his young niece: discovered in a summer home and annotated (and researched) by its discoverer. (Only a portion of the story is the poem itself.)
This revelation may seem absurd and unbelievable, but the offspring of the Devil live among us. The mother of all sin, Eve, did more than just bite the forbidden fruit. God rested on the seventh day and a serpent shape-shifted into the Devil. For the next seven days, hour after hour, day and night, the Dark Lord emptied his seed into Eve. God watched from the heavens horrified that His creation was being abused by the twisted and cunning Devil. It was the beginning of the Dark Truth days.