My Family (Part 2)

I'm not going to lie to you. My Family (Part 2) Question: What happens when in the early '60s an extremely deranged guy meets a totally receptive woman? Answer: they get married and teach their children everything they know, everything they think is right or wrong in life and they obey, still discovering many other things together. These are my parents, who were married for twenty-five years, until my mother became evangelical and marriage, by those standards, became obviously unsustainable. My father is Mediterranean white, about 1.75 tall, proportionate weight, tending to the cute. My mother is brunette cabocla, 1.50 tall, body of Indian, that is, cute. We lived in Florianópolis. My name is José, I was born in 1968, twin to my dearest and inseparable sister Luisa; our older brother Carlos is only eleven months older than us, because we were born "by accident", as they say, our coming was not planned. (all names are fictitious). My early childhood was relatively the same as that of other children: we played with innocent little things like strollers, breaking heads, blowing pipes, football and the rest. When I was five years old, our father deprived us of the always wise and loving company of our grandmother, the victim of a drunk driver who murdered her on the sidewalk, at a bus stop. When we were four, we were deprived of our father's always wise and loving company we were deprived of our father's always asking us to take away our father's trophies. Until our father asked us to take away our father's kisses, he was always a victim of a drunk driver who murdered her on the sidewalk, at a bus stop. After his departure, our mother was never the same again; she became depressed, she began to feel alone in the world, despite the family of five people. Her father took her to the army doctors, but the medicines only made her sleep like a bear in pure hibernation. So she manifested to her father the desire that she had to repeat the experience that she had in childhood, but quite clearly, now as a mother, she wanted to have sex in the presence of the pure animals, and if they wanted to, we could fly, but we were deprived of it. Our father asked us of the ever wise and loving company of our grandmother, the victim of a drunk driver who murdered her on the sidewalk, at a bus stop. After his departure, our mother was never the victim of a drunk driver. After his departure, her mother was no longer the same; she became depressed, her mother became depressed; she became depressed, depressed, she became depressed, she became depressed, she became depressed, and started to crying, and we all of course, and we had to sleeping, and we all of course, as a lot of course, we had to tell her mother, and we had to stop, and we had a lot of what she had to do, and we had to do, and we had to do, and we had to do, and so much, and so, and so, so, and, and, and, and so, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and so, and so, and, and, and, and, and, and, and so, and, and, and, and so, and, and, and, and so, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and, and. After that night, the mother gradually recovered from the depression, began to sing while doing housework, and stopped taking the medicines. They began to leave the door of the room open when they climbed and, of course, they always had "platéia". Occasionally, during the day, we went to their bed with the mother and sucked until she enjoyed, which was celebrated; we still did not enjoy, probably due to the young age. Sometimes she would put a cream in the hand of one of us and asked to insert it closed in her vagina, which she even enjoyed in the midst of screams and contortions. We sucked a lot with the father; we also masturbated directly that penis that we liked, but now it was actually just a thoracic, because he was still drinking and we preferred to suck it out of his face, as his mother had taught us. Afterwards, the father and I would go to their bed and suck it until she enjoyed, which was celebrated; we still did not enjoy, probably because of the young age. Sometimes she would put a cream in the hand of one of us and ask us to insert it closed in her vagina, which she did not enjoy, which she did not, but we enjoyed, because of her mother's desire to penetrate her mouth, and we did not even know how to suck it, but because of her mother's thirst. Since we lived in the military village, the father, after a few months of orgy, decided that it would be better if we moved, because the little faces began to comment with them that they heard us say words like "penis, vagina, uterus, sperm", which at that time was not even a scandal, but aroused unwanted attention from the neighbors, his fellow barracks. So we sold that house and bought a chalet on the outskirts of Floripa. For me and my brothers it was paradise on earth because it had a small pond and the beach was a fifteen-minute walk, not to mention the orchard. IMPORTANT: I pause here to say that, with the obvious exception of our sexual union, we were not a different family from the others; we fought from time to time, I saw my parents arguing and getting angry, mainly over money. My brothers and I also fought over toys, for our parents' attention, we went to school normally and our parents forced us to do all the things that children hate, like homework, first communion (what a bag!), we often cried in the morning and had our childish aches and pains. We played more than we climbed, and it was so common at home that we often left (the children) to climb mainly to watch television or sleep, until I was eleven. I also point out that we never did anything that we didn't really want to do, in sex. Until I was eleven, there wasn't much variation in our sex life, so I'll tell you about our preferences and my parents' zoophilic crazes. After we started climbing, between the ages of five and six (Charles was already six), we developed the following preferences: in order of preference, Luisa preferred to climb with her father, with both of them together, and with her mother. My father didn't penetrate her before the age of nine, but they kissed a lot, they were always hugging, sucking and rubbing their sexes greased with petroleum jelly until he had a good time. With father and mother together, it was a little bit of everything: she kissed or sucked her mother's breasts while she was penetrated by her father; sucked in her mother's vagina, which she received from four or from her father's belly; I'd grease her little hand and lie underneath her mother, who was four, and penetrate her vagina, while her father would cover her, in a D.P. that sometimes made her wake up my brother and me with her screams of pleasure. Luisa alone with her mother was an experienced lesbian: they would spend whole minutes kissing while groping and rubbing each other. My brother and I already preferred something more genital, like a 69 between me and him, or with his mother (he preferred his father), an oral sex triangle with his mother (to this day I'm addicted to sucking vaginas), or even a penetration, usually on his mother, that I would even encounter, but not because of the smallness of our penises, we preferred to penetrate them with our hands, even because it was his weak point. Between me and Carlos, he always liked to feel me penetrate and he always enjoyed being penetrated internally by me and my father, and I had a desire to feel him in the shower, and he always enjoyed the warmth of my penis, and I had a burning desire to feel it with his mother, and he always wanted to feel it. My parents, especially my mother, always liked animals very much and kept in the farmhouse a lot of animals, such as chickens, ducks, a cow, dogs, a horse and a stallion, which here in the south we call a bagual. As I said in the first part, my father is the craziest guy I've ever known, addicted to sex and sexual variations, and my mother, with the exception perhaps of Ciciolina, would probably also occupy the highest place on the podium in a competition of animals. When they got married, they combined hunger with the desire to eat, and each passed children (which is good!!!). The meters that I'm going to tell now, we only came after the fourteenth day, because they didn't want us to masturbate, we would have to go out of the park without a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with a cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with cough, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, with, etc. For those who think that my family was an exception, know that I have personally met two women who have family histories similar to mine, only not with as many flaws. My e-mail, open especially for these stories, is [email protected]; evangelical and destructive criticism will be ignored.