" "I mean it, don't be lookin' at my pussy!" "I'm not going to look! Just do it, alright?" I turned up the TV, so I wouldn't have to listen as Jess...started to masturbate. "Ouh, mmhm, shit..." I tried looking away, but Jess' sighs and moans were too loud and distracting. I glanced at her, and saw her face was screwed up, like she was going to sneeze. I was starting to feel really weird. I fought the urge to look down, but found myself stealing glances. My sister's pussy was practically. I was raped when I was twelve. That sounds awful but it isn't as bad as it sounds. Or at least it wasn't for me. I suppose it would have been if I was normal. And until that day I thought I was normal. But I soon learned I wasn't like most girls my age ... or any age."I was on my way home from a friend's house one Saturday afternoon. We lived way out in the country and it was a fairly long walk. My friend's brother and another boy offered me a ride."I accepted, of course. I knew both boys. It. As she passed the door to her mother's room, she heard a rhythmic squeaking and a low-pitched moan.Kristin was worried about the moan. Was her mother in pain? She peered through the space left by the slightly ajar door - and was shocked by what she saw.Her mother was on her hands and knees on the bed, and Kristin's Uncle Nick - her mother's own older brother - was behind her on his knees, ramming his cock into her mother's upraised ass!"How does that feel, slut?" Nick rasped out."Oh, God, yes,. From there, we headed home to pick up the papers that Paul had to fill out and to fetch the shotgun for him to use. This was to be a test of how well he could shoot. I wanted to know right away if he needed practice shooting and how much he might need. I was not worried about his driving.Meanwhile, Jo called our accountant to find out if there was some special protocol that we had to follow in buying another pickup for Higgins Hog Hunters, LLC. She also had buyers lined up for the three hog.