Bi-Sexual Male / 37
I have to confess something and there are several categories that I could put it in but for me this one fits best. But before I start I want to say that the jurisdiction where this took place did not at the time this took place have laws that prohibited sex between siblings and the age of consent in that jurisdiction was at the time 12.
When I was 12 I hit puberty hard and fast. I would attempt to mate with anything with a hole that couldn't outrun me. It didn't take long for me to get around to my sister who was 3 at the time. I am glad that my cock has always been tiny and especially so at 12. So when it came time to shove my cock in her it was more like a lesbian attempting to fuck with a clit. She didn't seem to mind having my penis inside her. It wasn't big enough to hurt her and in fact it could barely reach her clit never mind penetrate it. When I came most of it was shielded by her hymen.
This went on for four years. Then one day when Mom was supposed to be at work and I was supposed to be babysitting my little sister and if you can't do math I was 16 and she was 7, Mom came home early from work and caught me fucking my little sister who was screaming out "Oh my God that feels good don't stop!"
That was pretty much the ONLY reason she didn't run to the kitchen and come back with a meat cleaver and cut off my boyhood. Even at 16 I was still tiny and besides the sperm inside her when I came there was no evidence that she had been sexually assaulted all those years.
But Mom decided to punish me anyways lest I forget that 16 year old boys aren't supposed to fuck their baby sisters.
Mom had a friend who had a friend who worked in a tattoo parlor. Even though it's illegal there to tattoo someone under 18 (Yes I know, ironic that at 16 I could fuck a 12 year old and not go to jail but I couldn't get a tattoo) The friend of a friend agreed that under the circumstances some tattoos would be just the right thing. I was stripped down by two bikers and three women who hung around there. I thought they were going to cut my balls off. Instead I got some tattoos. They tattooed black thigh high fishnet stockings on my legs. They added a seam up the back and a lace top. I'll admit the work was quite professional and artistic. It reminds me of a high quality engraving in an old book from two hundred years ago. They also tattooed a black lace bra, black lace garter belt and black fishnet and lace gloves on my arms and hands leaving only the last two digits of my fingers untouched. On the back just above where they tattooed the waist band of the garter belt they put a large very fancy tramp stamp in calligraphy that read "Daddy's Grateful Cock Hungry Cum Thirsty Sissy Faggot." Then Mom and one of her friends took me to have my ears pierced, something that boys didn't do back then. They'g get one pierced but not both, at least they didn't around where I lived. That was 1998.
Next Mom took me to a place to get electrolysis done to my face, arms and body and my eye brows. The body actually took months to complete as even though I was only 16, I was kind of hairy even for a guy. After they were done with that I was brought back to the tattoo place and got eye brows tattooed over where the old ones used to be but now they shaped them to be very girly.
After that Mom and her friends took me shopping for girl's clothing. Then we went home.
Mom informed me that I had two choices. She could show everyone the photos and videos she secretly took of me fucking my baby sister and even though technically that was not enough to have me go to jail, she said she could easily convince my sister to complain and then I would go to jail. Or, I could agree to go to school in drag every day, come out as gay at a school and tell everyone I'm really a girl trapped in a boy's body. She informed me I had 30 days to convince a boy to let me be his girlfriend or she will distribute the evidence. That was 1998 and boys didn't go to school in drag and they certainly didn't come out as gay in a public high school. I had no choice. I put on the clothes and make-up mom bought me, tried to get used to 4 inch heals and look comfortable with my long hair in pigtails.
I think the best experience of all was a combination of realizing that my mom was right and that inside, at least sometimes, I'm a girl and I crave man meat. That first time I stripped down to my lingerie tattoos in the boy's locker room and two seniors grabbed me and dragged me into a corner and forced themselves onto me.
Thanks Mom
When I was 12 I hit puberty hard and fast. I would attempt to mate with anything with a hole that couldn't outrun me. It didn't take long for me to get around to my sister who was 3 at the time. I am glad that my cock has always been tiny and especially so at 12. So when it came time to shove my cock in her it was more like a lesbian attempting to fuck with a clit. She didn't seem to mind having my penis inside her. It wasn't big enough to hurt her and in fact it could barely reach her clit never mind penetrate it. When I came most of it was shielded by her hymen.
This went on for four years. Then one day when Mom was supposed to be at work and I was supposed to be babysitting my little sister and if you can't do math I was 16 and she was 7, Mom came home early from work and caught me fucking my little sister who was screaming out "Oh my God that feels good don't stop!"
That was pretty much the ONLY reason she didn't run to the kitchen and come back with a meat cleaver and cut off my boyhood. Even at 16 I was still tiny and besides the sperm inside her when I came there was no evidence that she had been sexually assaulted all those years.
But Mom decided to punish me anyways lest I forget that 16 year old boys aren't supposed to fuck their baby sisters.
Mom had a friend who had a friend who worked in a tattoo parlor. Even though it's illegal there to tattoo someone under 18 (Yes I know, ironic that at 16 I could fuck a 12 year old and not go to jail but I couldn't get a tattoo) The friend of a friend agreed that under the circumstances some tattoos would be just the right thing. I was stripped down by two bikers and three women who hung around there. I thought they were going to cut my balls off. Instead I got some tattoos. They tattooed black thigh high fishnet stockings on my legs. They added a seam up the back and a lace top. I'll admit the work was quite professional and artistic. It reminds me of a high quality engraving in an old book from two hundred years ago. They also tattooed a black lace bra, black lace garter belt and black fishnet and lace gloves on my arms and hands leaving only the last two digits of my fingers untouched. On the back just above where they tattooed the waist band of the garter belt they put a large very fancy tramp stamp in calligraphy that read "Daddy's Grateful Cock Hungry Cum Thirsty Sissy Faggot." Then Mom and one of her friends took me to have my ears pierced, something that boys didn't do back then. They'g get one pierced but not both, at least they didn't around where I lived. That was 1998.
Next Mom took me to a place to get electrolysis done to my face, arms and body and my eye brows. The body actually took months to complete as even though I was only 16, I was kind of hairy even for a guy. After they were done with that I was brought back to the tattoo place and got eye brows tattooed over where the old ones used to be but now they shaped them to be very girly.
After that Mom and her friends took me shopping for girl's clothing. Then we went home.
Mom informed me that I had two choices. She could show everyone the photos and videos she secretly took of me fucking my baby sister and even though technically that was not enough to have me go to jail, she said she could easily convince my sister to complain and then I would go to jail. Or, I could agree to go to school in drag every day, come out as gay at a school and tell everyone I'm really a girl trapped in a boy's body. She informed me I had 30 days to convince a boy to let me be his girlfriend or she will distribute the evidence. That was 1998 and boys didn't go to school in drag and they certainly didn't come out as gay in a public high school. I had no choice. I put on the clothes and make-up mom bought me, tried to get used to 4 inch heals and look comfortable with my long hair in pigtails.
I think the best experience of all was a combination of realizing that my mom was right and that inside, at least sometimes, I'm a girl and I crave man meat. That first time I stripped down to my lingerie tattoos in the boy's locker room and two seniors grabbed me and dragged me into a corner and forced themselves onto me.
Thanks Mom
