Not only did she encourage me to tell my mother, but she is theone who picked out this cute little outfit I am wearing and helped meget ready to boot....I probably wouldn't be standing here dressed likethis without her help. Or I may be but I wouldn't look half as decent asI do now.My hair and makeup are done. I am dressed, so I practice walking as Ihead down to the kitchen to make dinner. Do you really need a blow byblow about how I made the lasagna and the garlic bread and the salad? Ididn't. We held practice sessions every chance we got and built up quite a lot of interest from the boys in the school. I mean what red blooded male isn't fascinated by cheerleaders bouncing around in their skimpy uniforms. I know I sure was impressed. It turned out that I noticed that several of the girls had developed a bit of a crush on me and every time they looked at me they seemed to have a dreamy look in their eyes. Or was it just hopeful thinking on my part? We'll have to see but I would never. The one that stands out the most is the time that I raped my 14 year old Step-Sister. I can’t say it any other way. I raped her. I have tried to rationalize it. I have tried to make up for it. I have tried to prove I’m a good person. I’m not. This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator.When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sister, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper. The swelling of the wonderfully rounded cheeks, full enough to press tightly together into the rapidly deepening cleft. The way in which the curving line of that central cleft perfectly echoed the outline of the cheeks on either side. The sharp line of the crease curving under each cheek, still visible in the skin even as she was bending over. The slight indentation in her cleft showing were her anus was still concealed between her cheeks. And the soft folds of delicate flesh merging and.