Incest, like all beginnings, is a dream about dad.

How it all started <unk> The dream with Dad.. I'm not going to tell you. Hello, my dear and dear readers and friends.. This new story I bring you is about a friend of mine who had a rare disease. A sleep disorder that causes a person to have nightmares. Vote and comment... I had a lot of nightmares, but I never remembered them when I woke up. All I knew was that somehow those nightmares were messing with me... I was scared to death of the night, and I was afraid to sleep alone, and I had a lot of trouble sleeping. My parents even took me to the doctor, but nothing helped... It was then that they heard about a woman almost 90 years old, from a small town nearby, who was a kind of 'benzedeira' and after a few prayers I came home better and for a few weeks I was able to sleep peacefully... The nightmares continued, but without causing me as much harm as before... The difference was that now I could remember flashes and some images that were always disconnected... That old lady recommended my parents to make tea from a leaf, which she gave them... Every night I drank this bitter tea and as if by magic all the fear passed and I could sleep... The next day I would always tell my parents everything I could remember about my dream... With that certain appearance of improvement, it seemed that everything had returned to normal, when one night I had a dream. It wasn't an ordinary dream... It was very real what I was experiencing... In that dream it was as if I felt the warmth of the sun and the wind blowing, something unusual in a dream... In the dream I was coming home from school in my traditional uniform which was a navy blue skirt and a white jacket, trying to get home at all costs... But I didn't carry my books or my purse, I was empty-handed... I realized that I was without panties and I tried everything so that no one would notice that I was without the lower leg... But the men and boys at my school could smell the heat that my little smile gave off just like puppies can smell puppies... The sweet smell of my little sketch went far and they could smell her perfume from miles away... They were drawn to me and they would hunt me down to eat me and I would run away from them... No matter how much I tried to run away and run I couldn't get home and it distressed me... Suddenly I saw myself inside and a forest and a certain sense of security... All the men and boys at the school were lost, but now the one chasing me to fuck me was my own father... I could feel my heart beating faster, my breath panting, and my little finger throbbing and a huge urge to fuck running through my veins... That desire consumed me inside as I felt his presence and imagined that he would eat me right there. Me walking into an abandoned house... On the outside it looked like a cabin, but on the inside it was like a mansion, a maze with no way out. There was little light in the rooms, and I hid in a small, cramped room where I quietly waited for my father to disappear so that I could return home.... But I forgot that Dad was attracted to the smell of my little sketch. My heat attracted him. In that loneliness and the deep silence of the place, my breathing came out in a sobbing sound... I saw my father walk through the wall like a ghost. Contraluz I didn't see your face, only your shadow... Besides his arms he had other arms as if they were snakes that moved like snakes, but they were pythons... They reached out to where I was and wrapped my arms and legs around me and laid me down on the ground completely unconscious... All these parrot-shaped onions were spitting pike milk all over my body, as if they were enjoying themselves by stopping... I took a fucking shower... Tie a rattlesnake around your waist and on each arm and leg tightly hold others, came another two one in my mouth and another in my unprotected little sketch... It was like an aphrodisiac that burned my whole body tearing my soul apart and making me a sex zombie... The parrot would come and go from inside my mouth screaming and moaning... It was definitely not human, it had to be something from another world because it was one joke after another... Only in a dream for that to happen... The pipe gave me milk in my mouth and I drank it like a little baby hungry for milk while my little face was soaked in fucking too... I woke up in the middle of the night with that whole dream in my head... I went to get some water, and when I got back to my room, I made a decision. I recorded the narrative of that dream on my cell phone and downloaded it to my computer and hid it in a folder... The next morning I had the impression that my father knew everything and my mother too, but I tried to act naturally... Dad and Mom also treated me normally as always it was... But that dream stayed in my head for a long time. Every image, detail and feeling that seemed to have truly lived in my body that act... The fact is that I began to look at my father with more suspicion and shame... And he realized that... But I said it was all in his head. And so I pushed with my belly that strange situation and that feeling that was growing inside me for my father.... I hope you enjoyed it. There's still the second part of the unfolding of this story. I want to thank Bruninha my friend who has helped me to understand many things that are still so new good but at the same time so difficult to understand... Kisses and crumbs...