"There is nine years between my age and Mary's. I think I must have been an accident on my mother's part, in more ways than one. She died giving birth...to me and Mary has always blamed me for her death. All of my other sisters are older than Mary so she was the one most often that had to take care of me. Father worked four nights a week so he wasn't there too often and when he was, he was working on getting compensation for what they did to me in the hospital." What did actually happen?" Tom. After so my years my hole is well fucked and it certainly looks it. Used by countless cocks and more, it almost pulses at the prospect of what’s to come. I’ve never wished to have a pussy and nor do I call it one either. Rather I think of it as something else entirely. I can clench it tight and milk whatever is in me, controlling how much pleasure my lover receives. I like it rough, hard and to be pounded into submission. I like be stretched. I like it to hurt. And I want to be filled with hot. She had a point, but it still made me uncomfortable.“Whether I did or not it’s still wrong, you’re my sister”“No I’m not, I’m your stepsister”“It’s still wrong, you’re only 15, and it’s i*****l!”“I won’t tell if you don’t!” she said hearing a slight tone in my voice that I might be warming to the idea of what I assumed she had in mind.And I was, the idea of having a young 15 year old girl wanting to experiment her sexuality on me was a huge turn on, and since I had no girlfriend at the time to. “Did you tell your mum and dad about the pub?” I later asked Seth.“Nope Lea, but you know that everyone knows everything about everyone in the village”.“I wonder if they know what we did when we got out of the limo last night.” I asked.Seth’s mum waited until we were over half done before she brought the drinks out then she sat on the grass talking whilst we all drank.“You know Lea, me and Seth’s dad used to have fun like you’re doing when we were your age.”“Mum, we don’t want to know, too much.