Straight Male / 59
My Child Bride
Her name is Stephany. She is my age, six months younger and we went to school together. When she was ten, we were in the fifth grade, he father was arrested for some bank crime he committed. It was all something that I didn't understand until after I was home from college. Overnight Stephany and her mom were out on the street without a home or a car, all taken as settlement for what her father stole. He was sent to prison.
Now, this part is hard to understand because it just doesn't make sense, unless you've lived it. Stephany's mom was 32 then. She had been a secretary. She was now needing help and my father stepped in and gave her a job at his company. As his personal secretary. And because they didn't have a place to live he had them live with us. I think my mother wasn't part of the decision, but she understood a woman left on the street and she accepted her. Now two things happened.
One it seems that Stephany's mom got pregnant by my father. It is a right of passage necessary to become part of the household. A couple of babies makes things easier. And Stephany moved into my room with me. No one checked what we were doing. Nothing, not one question. Stephany was told to be a good sister and I was told to take care of her.
Stephanie was fascinated with my penis, and how it got hard when she played with it. She knew a whole lot more about the birds and the bees than I did and she experimented putting my penis in her vagina. We had 'intercourse' at ten and eleven. Complete full intercourse. It took only a couple of tries for us to figure out how our mother's did it. My father was doing her mother, and I was doing Stephany. Perfect. She is going to grow up to be a perfect little wife for you. Not her mother, not my mother cared that we were having intercourse.
When she started with her period she was put on a 'regimen' of a pill a day. It was to help regulate her period. Now there was this time of the month thing, and she had to wear these dark black pants. Stephany did not like her period, and we couldn't have intercourse. Believe me by then we had intercourse almost daily. Her mother instructed her on what to do and be sanitary, and my mother told me that while she was delicate it was ok to hug her, but keep my love bug out of her.
We got two new sisters, and with the need for more space we moved to a new house. The two little sister got a bedroom, my parents (which now included Steph's mother) got a bedroom, and we got a bedroom. We were thirteen and fourteen and slept together. By now there wasn't any discussion, Stephany was my wife and I was her husband. We were married by an angel when she was left on the street and the wolves and bears that were going to eat her. I was instructed to make her feel welcome, to keep her close to me, to watch over her. She was instructed to take care of me, to pick up after me, to sit beside me, to help with dinner. We got married when she was fifteen and I was sixteen. With a ring and a vail.
Now, this part is hard to understand because it just doesn't make sense, unless you've lived it. Stephany's mom was 32 then. She had been a secretary. She was now needing help and my father stepped in and gave her a job at his company. As his personal secretary. And because they didn't have a place to live he had them live with us. I think my mother wasn't part of the decision, but she understood a woman left on the street and she accepted her. Now two things happened.
One it seems that Stephany's mom got pregnant by my father. It is a right of passage necessary to become part of the household. A couple of babies makes things easier. And Stephany moved into my room with me. No one checked what we were doing. Nothing, not one question. Stephany was told to be a good sister and I was told to take care of her.
Stephanie was fascinated with my penis, and how it got hard when she played with it. She knew a whole lot more about the birds and the bees than I did and she experimented putting my penis in her vagina. We had 'intercourse' at ten and eleven. Complete full intercourse. It took only a couple of tries for us to figure out how our mother's did it. My father was doing her mother, and I was doing Stephany. Perfect. She is going to grow up to be a perfect little wife for you. Not her mother, not my mother cared that we were having intercourse.
When she started with her period she was put on a 'regimen' of a pill a day. It was to help regulate her period. Now there was this time of the month thing, and she had to wear these dark black pants. Stephany did not like her period, and we couldn't have intercourse. Believe me by then we had intercourse almost daily. Her mother instructed her on what to do and be sanitary, and my mother told me that while she was delicate it was ok to hug her, but keep my love bug out of her.
We got two new sisters, and with the need for more space we moved to a new house. The two little sister got a bedroom, my parents (which now included Steph's mother) got a bedroom, and we got a bedroom. We were thirteen and fourteen and slept together. By now there wasn't any discussion, Stephany was my wife and I was her husband. We were married by an angel when she was left on the street and the wolves and bears that were going to eat her. I was instructed to make her feel welcome, to keep her close to me, to watch over her. She was instructed to take care of me, to pick up after me, to sit beside me, to help with dinner. We got married when she was fifteen and I was sixteen. With a ring and a vail.
