This week, after the funeral of my sister-in-law (my age) we stayed in Lizz’s grandmother’s apartment and she stayed in the guest room upstairs in the retirement home. This first night she came downstairs, cold and sad and sought comfort between our old nakedness. I never knew that deep sorrow could so easily be transformed into a violent orgasm. Or is it the eager hands of me and my love?
The story is a continuation of My Disgusting Body. You are advised to read that one first. Be warned. The story contains rape, self-loathing and suicidal thoughts and actual suicides. It's cruel and evil. Only the most perverse will like it. Summary: A girl hates her voluptuous body for the effect it has on people. She loses something important and goes on a very dark path.
Uncle Hiram might be dead, but Jeff still hated the self-righteous bastard. Hated how the sanctimonious child-molester could reach out from the grave like some deviant ghost to keep him from marrying the girl he loved, his cousin, Molly, the late, unlamented Hiram Wright's niece and one-time plaything.
Her uncle and his girlfriend teach her about Sapphic love and light bondange with a bit of spanking. Being only 3 years older, her uncle was "more like my big brother growing up."
Seventeen-year-old Lauren thinks it's safe to be a cock tease around her cousin's husband. Her cousin has other ideas about the situation.
While Lauren is held down by her female cousin the first time, it is not violent coercion and definitely not rape. It is more a case of her cousin forcing Lauren to admit who she really is, and act accordingly.
The author does not advocate any form of non-consensual sex.