I was thirteen when my Periods started, 'Your daughter is a young lady now, dear', she whispered into daddy's ear one night, I had just used a pad bet...een my thighs to stem the flow, tying a leather belt betwixt the loops of cotton, to hold it in place.Daddy raised his glass of wine and toasted my coming of age and I got up out of my seat and went around to him, where he sat and mother beamed. We were just the three that night, which was customary whenever he came home, the first night was. I mean, he was pretty cool to hang with when he was sober, but you put a six-pack in him and he’d get all up in your face talking about sin and worshiping false idols and all that. I mean, this one time at a party he just went all ninja and shit and kicked my buddy Ali in the nuts just ’cause he mentioned Allah. We had to grab Jesus and throw him in a closet until he fucking calmed down. I mean, he apologized and all that afterwards, but it pretty much killed everyone’s buzz. Jesus used to also. Up until my sister Virginia turned thirteen and started to develop she wore nothing but tight sexy clothing and I enjoyed watching her sweet little boobs develop. When Virginia turned thirteen though she started wearing dad’s shirts and baggy pants all of the time. It wasn’t until she turned fifteen that I found out why.When Virginia started growing her tits at twelve years old she was way ahead of the other girls her age. They poked fun at her for wearing a bra and the boys were constantly. I would start pushing my ass back on her finger as I told her too stick two fingers in my asshole.I would tell her to **** me, fuck me, treat me like a woman and my asshole is a cunt. She would reach down and get more vaseline on her fingers as she worked more and more of her hand into my open asshole. Then she would let go of my legs and tell me to get on all fours with my ass up in the air, she started massaging my asshole, when she would have all four fingers in my ass, and she would make me.