Our Little Sleeping Sex Secret (Taboo Sex Stories Book 5)

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The next night I put my daughter to bed in her room and went in the other room to fold laundry. About 15 minutes later I turn around, my daughter is standing there, pale, tears down her cheek begging to sleep in my bed again. She tells me there is something in her room, she feels and hears it coming up to her while she is lying down. She describes it as like it's breathing on her and smelling her. From that night on, with the exception of her friends spending the night, she sleeps with me.

If I want vastly better relationships, I need to look deep at what is bubbling to the surface. I need to feel the bubbling emotion and heal it. I knew sometimes if I jizzed on myself it would dry on a night like this, perhaps even the sheet would dry, but what if she woke in the next few hours?

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As I was letting my eyes wander over her beautiful lithe body, she shifted, laying so that she was on her stomach. Her head turned away from me towards the far side of the room, and her cute butt faced up towards the ceiling. I gently gripped her ass in my hands, feeling the perfect squish ripple through my fingers. Parting her cheeks, I got my first look at my sister's asshole. It was very cute, in an odd way. I lightly touched it but didn't dare put my finger in. I moved down to her pussy, tracing around it with my fingers.

No you are fine. I'm not mad, and we can forget this happened. I am good if you are good." she said with a smile. Before I can even see her, hear her or feel her, I need to become strong and clear. See deep inside of myself, hear my suppressed voice and especially feel what wants to be felt deep within. You'll be fine. We will get training, but a lot of the activities are kind of wind us up and send us on our own type things. So we can work through it together." Mom told me with her trademark smile and assuring tone. About two months ago while in my bathroom standing in front of the mirror fixing my hair I turn my head towards the doorway to my room and a white mist shot by real fast at eye level. Of course I was startled and jumped. Perhaps the humid night helped, perhaps my sister had started an erotic dream. Whatever it was, she became wetter and I was able to get half my seven inches inside.This story starts when my parents drop me off at my uncle Jim’s house, on the way to the hospital where my little sister is about to be born. I am six years old. I’ve trained myself to recognize the obligated little boy when he shows up. The chattering conversation actually starts in my body. The words in my mind are toxic. The toxic conversation with myself is in my throat and in my arms. There is an almost nondescript wanting to vomit deep down in my stomach.