My love, my pain. Teenagers, incest, sex story

Author: s. Truck
Description of sex story: porn stories with the participation of young guys and girls

– Uncle, you will need my back?

Smiles, a bitch, looks cunningly in a foller. Female insidiousness at thirteen years old… She knows how much I want her and how excited from one type of her bare shoulders. Innocent and impudent fun… Sticking a little from the foam, tease a man with his back, giving scope for fantasy and in place with that-no hint. Just a niece turns to a relative who is not a man for her, but…

Although relatives are still those.

For a year now it has grown in front of my eyes. Leaving and returning to the city, I first go to the house to my cousin. Strong man. He has two hammers. And with any technique he is on you… will analyze and collect at least a tractor, at least a plane. He is glad to see me… Perhaps I am the only person in his environment who does not reproach either his wife-idiot or unfinished university.
And she always runs out to meet me. First clumsy baby, then a bony teenager…

But once the door was opened by a little beauty. I seemed to have a transparenement. Having choked and muttering something about urgent matters, I squeezed past her into the room. Our bodies were in touch. I seemed to run an electric discharge in my body. And from that moment on, she began to see a man in me. See – and tease in all possible ways. She likes to feel the power over me. I like to pull the invisible threads, seeing how a healthy man expires lust, but is powerless before his desire. After all, she is my niece. However, only from a legal point of view.

When the cousin brought the mouse home, his mother – my aunt – hated the future daughter -in -law at first sight. The mouse was not our blood, but the family of the vyul, the custom, laid down generation back. The cousin trembled, but did not retreat. The uncle tore his hair and threatened to deprive the inheritance. The cousin only gloomy every day, quit studying and went to work in the port. Then a loader to the store. Then the master in the garage. And seven months later, capturing his pregnant wife, he left for another city. The aunt lay for three days on her wide bed with her face blackened from tears. Two weeks after she was waiting for a new blow… Kuzen called from a hole and breaking through the noise of interference, told her that she had become a grandmother.

– I knew that she was a belly already when she saw her for the first time! – the aunt yelled in an inhuman voice. – This is not your child! You want my death, scoundrel! So that my eyes no longer see you or this slut!

Tetkino desire, alas, came true. Kuzen returned to our city a year later with a little to the funeral of his mother, carrying in his hands a charming large -eyed creature. The niece went, as they say, not to her mother, not to her father, but to the visiting well. A clear dissimilarity with parents was observed in infancy. And the further, the more. But she still reminded me of someone. This turn of the head, this soft gait…

No no! Do not think about her, do not think! Otherwise, not at all related feelings wake up in me.

I came up with the nickname of her mother. Gray, small, with a curly tail of hair. What to call? Only the mouse. Silent, like the mummy of the pharaoh, and obviously a little uncomfortable. She was fond of yoga, occultism and other rubbish, but in household affairs was distinguished by a rare laziness. For the first time I saw her when Kuzen came to go to the hospital with her.

– Hello! – smiling broadly, he stepped over the threshold. A modest shadow behind him in the ward a mouse leaked. – Meet. This is my future wife. And this…

And he carried the usual nonsense, which is supposed to speak at such moments. Cousins… But we grow like native brothers… Once he pulled me out of the swamp, I owe him his life… But now you see, I got into a trouble, some scum was stunned… Partial memory loss…

I listened to him in half. The face of the mouse was familiar to me. But the head crackled so that it was simply impossible to strain memory. About ten minutes later the doctor looked into the ward and sternly said that I needed peace. The mouse with the cousin left, and I again fell into a heavy oblivion.

The events of the last days flashed in front of me. More precisely, those passages that the brain retained.

Weekend. Our friendly company goes around the city. I am already so drunk that I don’t understand how we found ourselves in a tavern "Three pines". I never loved this institution. I order beer "Hainiken". Someone tells me… "Enough". I object. The figure of the waitress is vaguely looms in front of me, I begin to release the usual seal. The whole company laughs. Then, it seems, I had sex… Or is it already my sick fantasy? Further… I was put on the head tightly, but who – I do not remember. I woke up already in the ward.

Something does not give me rest while I am lying on hospital sheets. Probably the horror that I read in the eyes of the mouse. Why is she looking at me like that? I will ask myself this question for a few more years until she was thrown into a psychiatric hospital. Then Aurora completely occupied my attention.

Do not judge me strictly. Recently, I have read so much scientific medical literature that I can argue with any professor of psychology. Listen, passionately want a little girl? Yes. Yes, I will repeat to you, yes! After all, even at this age, one can consider the one that she will become in the future – an insidious, seductive woman.

What do you know, the multi -wise fero about the charms of that youth that has not yet known the joy of life? What can you object to me? To the one who raved her day and night. To the one who restrained his impulses. Those who sees hundreds of young faces every day on the streets. They, college students, want to be adults. And play adult games. And we, in turn, behave like naive children, because we do not want to notice the obvious.

Remember the words of McMurphy in the film Forman. "She said that she was eighteen, looked at all thirty, but it turned out that she was fifteen". Hmm… Try not to be seduced here!

Aurora also looked a little older than her years…

Why did the cousin choose this name for his daughter? At first we all laughed, but, as they say, the owner is a master. Aurora is so Aurora. The mouse grandfather really wanted to be a grandson – if a boy was born – they called Nebuchadneosor. Looks like they had abnormal in their family.

The mouse was touched, apparently, from early childhood. And what she attracted her husband, I don’t understand. Yes, and with the stomach… Cousin has always been a compassionate person. Oh, this kindness will let him down!

I was the first to lead him to the idea that the mouse would be much better in the hospital. I’m still afraid to admit to myself that not concern for a woman, but rather an attraction to Aurora, spurred me.

I didn’t have to persuade a cousin for a long time. The mouse itself gave an occasion to the visit of the doctor when she tried to get into the loop right in my house in the kitchen. This happened in November. I turned thirty, and Aurora – thirteen. We were shared for seventeen years… And the abyss of my desire.

They drank, actually, for me, but I, Zakhmelev, offered a toast by the mouse. She seemed very wretched to me that day. A little braided tongue, I managed to sing her virtues and fell back into the chair. Mouse – I noticed this – shuddered and did not even thank me. In short, the toast turned out to be a little greased. Then she retired to the kitchen, and after a few minutes we heard the roar of a falling chair.

– Darling, everything is in order with you? Kuzen asked. He only sat behind the piano, and was extremely unhappy that we were interrupted. He loved to sing.

The mouse did not respond. Kuzen frowned and slowly went to look at his touched wife. Then we heard his scream.

What a blessing that Aurora at that time jumped out into the street to her friends! The poor girl would have a nervous breakdown. Her mother hanged herself on the door of an old, but strong closet. One of the guests grabbed a knife and cut a rope. The mouse collapsed to the floor, like a bag of dirty laundry.

Then we fussed, called the doctor, tried to hush up the scandal. Still, a decent family, I did not want to take out the IS from the hut.

Kuzen was the first to say this phrase.

– She went crazy.

I answered…

– Maybe she just needs a qualified psychiatrist?

“No,” Kuzen answered. – She needs constant care. I thought about it for a long time. I’m afraid for Aurora.

And the fate of the mouse was decided. In a psychiatric hospital, we were told that it would not be released earlier than a year and a half in a year. I had enough time. But then an unexpected… I was urgently transferred by the director of the branch to another city.

The next time I saw my niece in six months. Long one hundred and eighty days, each of which is filled with languishing and passion. She wrote to me letters. Far from children and not naive. She knew. She knew everything.

I re -read again and again "Lolita", involuntarily drawing a parallel among themselves and Humbert Humbert. How is Nabokov there… "I was mutated with lust, I suffered from the cramped clothes".

I wanted Aurora. I wanted crazy, shamelessly, endlessly. She dreamed about every night, naked, like the first woman, opened in front of me, ready to fulfill any of my whims. And I suffered. Suffered so that he screamed at night, horrifying his neighbors. They began to dissolve rumors that I had seizures. In the end, I was recalled back.

And when I returned to the city, the first thing I went to visit the cousin.

Aurora fluttered to meet me in a light tracksuit.

– Uncle! She yelled joyfully, rushing to my neck.

And I could not stand it. Instead of kissing her on the cheek, I stared with a passionate kiss on her lips. And she… No, not just responded to him, but answered no less hotly and passionately.

Our kiss lasted at least a minute. Then I became regretfully pulled away. I didn’t want the cousin to find her in my arms. And so I compromised myself too frank looks.

… So the long and sweet torture began. Aurora hastily harassed me. I did not hide my desire, but she did not melt what was mocking me. It will come out to meet me, wrapped in one towel, – "You pulled me straight from the bathroom" – And quickly runs to finish his ablution, but literally a second before the door slamms behind her, I see how a towel falls to the ground, and the outlines of a flexible girlish body appear to my gaze. Then he calls me to my mobile and begins to talk about his dreams where other men appear, and all this in such details.

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