Debbie could hardly contain her excitement. Her nieces were arriving that afternoon. Stephanie was 19; Amber 18 and Debbie always enjoyed their visits. Both girls loved to shop and go out dancing at night. They provided a small diversion in Debbie's otherwise mundane life.
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.
During the mid-eighteenth dynasty, the Egyptian Queen, Hepshetsup, held an annual festival. The festival included excessive drinking and sexual encounters. This is a fictional account of that festival; however, basic facts, geography and outline of the festival occurrences are correct.
It was time to leave for my last year of college. In the past my dad was always the one to fuck me last but this year he was joined by his brother. It proved to be a "different" experience but then sometimes two can be better than one! When I read this over I realized I really rambled on a lot about things. If you're looking for a straight slam-bam style story, you might want to skip this one. If you continue on, don't gripe at me later - you've been warned!
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?