Virginia Ryder: Little Kimberly_s Family Fun

I was only a somewhat well-developed 11-year-old that humid July afternoon I admitted to my sweet little cousin, Amy, I'd been having sex with my father. It'd been going on for over a month. Five weeks, actually.

“What?” she gushed. “Kimberly! Oh, my God!”

Also that (even though he'd had a vasectomy years ago) I was now on birth control, just in case. Of course, my up-tight mother had no idea, not a clue, or she'd have killed me! And at St. Katherine's Academy, where Amy and I both attended, they wouldn't have been thrilled at the birth control part, either, to say nothing about the ongoing acts of genuinely perverted incest.

On the other hand, it wasn't my fault.

Perverted acts or not, the dirty fun I shared with my father was far too stimulating at my young age to halt. I was far from innocent, even then, but he'd clearly found theonbutton to my little 5^th -grader's cunt. From that moment forward, my smoothly-bare genitalsitchedin moist sexual anticipation, my already sensitive clitoris pitched into a heightened state of almost unbearable attention.

And, yes, of course, I knew it was wrong, wrong, wrong, sick and depraved, but once my dad and I started exploring our unnatural sexual boundaries together, it was all I could think about. In truth, given the intense nature of the illicit yet wildly pleasurable doorway we'd opened, we couldn't keep our hands off one another!

Somehow, knowing it was all so sinful made it all the more exciting.

“I can't believe this!” Amy was almost panting at the news. “You're doing your own father?”

“Last weekend, he fucked me to death!” I admitted. “I think we're, like, sexually addicted to each other-he said he'sin lovewith my cunt.”

“Wow…”

Dirty talk, the dirtier the better, was something Amy and I appreciated. It was shocking, exciting and great fun at that young age! In fact, any mention of a sexual situation was certain to get our attention. Followed, always, by the two of us eagerly expanding upon it-forever-using the most explicit language possible.

Anyway, all my friends fantasized about my handsome and successful 29-year-old father, but it was twig Amy, a 9-year-old, innocent-faced 3^rd -grader, a mere 4' 7” and 82 perfect pounds, who'd always had the biggest crush on him.

My dad had been divorced from my mother for the largest part of my life, so I mostly saw him on weekends or my birthdays in August. But whenever Amy was around, she always acted completely goofy, asking him a bunch of goofy questions, for instance, or kidding around with him as if she wasn't just another dumb, skinny pale blonde kid like me.

It was like she really wanted to be his girlfriend or something-even though she was his little niece!

It really pissed off my no-nonsense mom sometimes, which seemed crazy! Even though she was only 28-years-old, my mother had the strictest, most unforgiving attitude toward S-E-X imaginable. It was a subject that wasneverbrought up in our home. And, when it concerned her little niece's obvious crush on my father, my mom would just angrily shake her head or storm away, as if she thought my dad might actually take Amy up on it sooner or later.

“Your stupid little cousin is an idiot!” she'd said more than once. “She acts like your father might take her on a date!”

“Mom, she's just messing around,” I insisted. “She doesn't really mean it!”

My mother gave me a look.

“Yes, she does. I know exactly what Amy's thinking.”

I mean, I could always tell the way Amy looked at him she was picturing a lot of crazy, dirty sex stuff in that naive-looking little girl head of hers-but I was surprised my super-straight mom had even a clue about it.

“She's not as innocent as she seems,” my mom added. “And she's got a veryinappropriateattitude toward your dad.”

That was for sure.

Whenever Amy spent the night at my place, she drove me crazy talking about him, even when we indulged in our secretI'll lick yours if you lick minegame. Sometimes, it was as if my dad was right there in bed with us, both of us naked and sweaty, inter-twined and, like, five seconds from making each other come. Of course, we triednotto make too much noise, even though my mother's room was all the way down at the other end of the hall!

“I'm pretending it's your dad, not you, who's licking me,” Amy often told me. “So don't talk!”

That particular fantasy of hers worked best when I licked her from behind. She'd be on her hands and knees with her bare ass sticking in the air, my face pressed into her hot butt-crack and my eager tongue licking into her slick pink pussy. I loved exploring the moisture-filled center of her with my mouth, her slight hips jerking in reaction to my every flickering probe, her breathing growing increasingly ragged as her excitement mounted rapidly. At the same time, she massaged her own tiny but fully engorged clit with two of her little fingers.

“Ohhhh, Uncle Jack!” she'd pant, my father being her uncle, of course. “I love your tongue in mycunt!”

In addition, she loved it wildly when I spread the cheeks of her narrow ass apart with my fingers and turned my attention to her overly-sensitive asshole. I'd first kiss and lick all around it, then gradually press my tongue-tip directly into the twitching, puckered slit until it throbbed open with a wet little spasm. Then I'd lick deeply into her hot anus, and alternate with licking and sucking her pussy, in whatever order, until she was trembling so violently I thought she was having some kind of weird attack!

That particular combination always got her off in record time-and multiple times, at that, sort of her specialty. Mine, too, now that I think about it. We were both preteen girls that could come again and again. And again.

Maybe that's why we were such eager little sluts for as long as I can remember. Seriously, we'd started masturbating each other (and graduated to using our mouths on each other!) at an extremely young age. Once again, I was already far from innocent by the time my father got his hands on me; he'd just managed to turn up my thermostat a really big notch.

“Oh, God, Uncle Jack!” Amy'd moan raggedly, repeatedly, my tongue probing straight up her butt as she rubbed her own clit. “You're making me come sofuckinggood!”

Like I said, we appreciated dirty talk.

Of course, when she did it to me, her young face buried inmybutt-crack while I fingered myself, it had the same result. I'd come so hard, I had to push my face into my pillow to muffle the panting groans of my piercing orgasms.

Sometimes, I nearly passed out from lack of oxygen.

And I didn't have to pretend it was my dad or anyone else licking my slippery pussy or asshole to achieve a series of toe-spreading orgasms. Getting licked by my best little cousin Amy was good enough for me.

She didn't look like it, but she was a girl who definitely knew how to use her mouth on a girl's cunt.

Unlike most of the boys I'd been with.

In fact, although I possessed that same wide-eyed, innocent look of my 9-year-old cousin (but with a rounder yet pert ass, boobs that were finally two firm handfuls, and the very first wisp of blonde pubic hair, which I plucked-no thanks!), I was known to the other kids as 'easy' in the neighborhood, a so-called bad girl even at my tender young age.

I'd given away my virginity six months earlier, to an awkward, much older boy.

I barely knew in the back of his father's SUV. I'd been the instigator, of course, kidding and talking dirty to him at the video arcade, then getting him (daring him!) to drive me home after dark. He didn't know I'd been experimenting sexually with my little cousin since I was 8-years-old and had given out a few hand jobs and even a quick blowjob during the last year.