How could I think such things about a girl that I held as a baby? How could I feel sexual attraction to my sister’s c***d? What kind of a freak was ...? I went to bed that night with feelings of guilt and fear. The guilt was pretty obvious, but the fear had me wondering. After lying there a while, I determined that I was afraid of doing something that I would regret. I was terrified that I would let my hidden desires slip out in some way. I felt so weak and so completely consumed with lust for. Why don't you let me put a ribbon in yourhair like your sister's while you play and I have the socks to match thedress. Wait here. I'll be right back." Mom, I'm not a girl. You called me a girl," I protested as she left theroom.I don't know why I didn't protest her suggestions of hair ribbons andgirl's socks. But then I guess I was pretending to be Barbara for ourgame.Mom returned and tied a ribbon under my hair pulling it back from my faceand tying it on top, separating my bangs. While she did. All three quickly retreated to what they thought was a safe distance, then douchebag turned back and shouted.“What, you wanna suck her dick!”All of the commotion had drawn attention inside and when he turned to run, he ran square into Digger’s massive barrel chest.“This one’s cute and feisty, he’s all mine,” Digger grinned, grabbing Douchebag's ass.Douchebag yelped and twisted away as his friends raised their hands and slowly backed away as Sarge advanced, his sixteen-inch Bowie gleaming in the. I watched her rummage through it until she found what she was looking for. She handed me a bottle of lube and told me since my cock was hard again, I might as well pop her ass cherry now.I had her get on all fours as I got on my knees. I squeezed some lube on my fingers and told her to spread her legs. I used my clean hand to spread her ass cheeks apart and slipped one finger in her ass. I heard her cry out and telling me she knew my cock was big but did not think it would feel so tight in her.