Violating Innocence

An experience shared by Gary:

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My whole adult life has been a web of nasty sexual thoughts and experiences, and it all started when I was 13. I used to live in a small two bedroom apartment with my parents, my uncle and aunty, my grandparents, and my lovely younger sister. I know this sounds ridiculous, but we weren’t poor. This is pretty common for middle class people in New Delhi, where buying a house is an expensive, herculean task, and many large families still live together. Sam, my uncle, had recently married my then hot aunt Mary, who I had a massive crush on. What else could be expected from a 13-year-old virgin lad with raging hormones? I am 26 now, and not the least bit attracted to her; I actually hate her for being the terrible human being she is.

Sam and Mary had a big hand in making me the person with such nasty sexual thoughts. After their wedding, Sam bought a big TV and a nice DVD player for his bedroom, and the adults of the family used to watch movies on it all the time, but the kids were not allowed. There was this one rare time, when I was home alone with Grandma. She was taking an afternoon nap, and I had a wicked thought. So I went to my uncle’s bedroom, and saw the unnamed DVD of what I though was Titanic lying on his nightstand. And, of course, I locked the door and started playing the disc. Turns out it wasn’t Titanic, but what would be the first porn movie I ever saw.

Now, I had had a couple of sex education classes in school, and had heard that people do unbelievable things and call it sex, but I had never imagined something like this. It was a DVD of Ancient Legends of the Kamasutra (http://anybunny.com/itm/ancient_legends_of_the_kama_sutra). That experience rocked my world! It was the first time I imagined Sam doing such things with Mary. After that, I would sneak in and watch that movie every chance I got.

Time went by and my obsession for it somewhat subsided. Then there was this one time, when guys at school were discussing sex, and my buddy told us all about how his elder sister has the best boobs in the world. We were all shocked to hear that, but he shocked us even more when he said she teased him by showing him her cleavage all the time, and how she let him touch them when she was asleep. So that was that.

A few months passed by, and I noticed that my sister Kate, who was two years younger than me, looked different. Her chest looked swollen, and it grew bigger every day. In a few months, she had a nice pair of titties! I had never thought of her in a sexual way before, but porn and my corrupt friend had planted these sinful thoughts in my mind. With every passing day, I started thinking more and more inappropriately about Kate. We usually fought a lot, but now, I didn’t want to fight with her. She didn’t repulse me anymore, and I wanted to be as close to her as possible and touch her body everywhere. These thoughts disgusted me, but they took over me, and I wasn’t in control anymore. I eventually gave in, and started thinking about her without any guilt.

Time passed, and it was my 14th birthday. It was an eventful day. I don’t remember what I did to celebrate, but I do remember one detail very clearly. Sam and Mary were out of town, and their bedroom was empty. I was allowed to watch their TV because it was my birthday! It was around 9:00 at night, and I was happy that Titanic was playing on the cable. My grandparents and parents were not interested in watching English movies, as they didn’t speak much of it. So it was going to be just me and my sister Kate. So there we were on the bed, watching Titanic, all by ourselves.

Eventually everyone seemed to have went to sleep and the lights went dim. My sister had fallen asleep beside me on the bed. And then the scene played where Leo drew a nude portrait of Rose…played by an actress named Kate – what a delightful coincidence! Watching that got me very horny, and naturally I looked at my sister; she looked so innocent sleeping right beside me.

I slowly moved my hand to caress her hair, lovingly patted her head, and then touched her cheek. Thinking about her this way while being able to touch her sent chills down my spine. She was sound asleep and I was very excited. I very slowly bent down and gave her a peck on her cheek. Then I did it again, and then I did it on the other cheek. She was sleeping on her back, wearing a body hugging yellow sweater, and her boobs were the most beautiful thing in that moonlight coming in through the window. I just kept staring at them, taking in their beauty. Then I bent lower and moved my face closer, and smelled her. I had never been that close to any girl, and now I was, to my sister!

It was weird and scary what was happening, but I couldn’t help myself. I slowly raised my hand and very gently placed it on her boob. And I froze. Feeling my hand steadily rise and fall with her every breath is a feeling I will never forget. I could feel her warmth in my hand. I wanted to be like this forever, and I wanted more. I was so excited, I just stripped out of all my clothes except for my underwear. I slowly let my hands cup her perfectly round and petite boobs. They were about the size of perfect tennis balls. I very slightly started to move my hands around, caressing her. She wasn’t wearing any bra and I could trace the outline of her nipple through her shirt. I was terrified she would wake up, but she didn’t. So I got bolder and my hands were all over her body.

I kissed her nipples through the shirt, and then I kissed her lips. I opened her pants zipper, and smelled it. That felt very weird. I wanted to feel her skin, so I moved my hands under her shirt and started slowly caressing her body, and planting kisses all over. I was slowly getting bolder, and was in heaven, until she woke up. She told me to stop, and very timidly asked what I was doing. I said, “Nothing, don’t worry. Just sleep.” Then she got up, said she wanted to go pee, and I let her. But what she really did was go to my mom and cried to her the whole story.

My mom thought she must have had a nightmare, but she was crying, shedding a river of tears, and was terrified that she was now going to have a baby. My mom had never seen her like this, so she decided she would check out if something really happened. My mom he came to the room where I was lying only in my underwear and had the shock of her life. I didn’t know what to say, or how to face her. I cannot describe how I felt at that moment being confronted by her, but I have nightmares of that even today sometimes.

Mom said she was going to wake up my father and get him to teach me a lesson. I begged for forgiveness and for her to not tell my dad. But she went to get him anyway. That’s when I lost it. I saw my father coming for me and I ran out of the apartment in the middle of the night. I hid in the building’s basement in pitch black darkness. My father didn’t know the whole story yet, and he followed me and told me to come home quietly and not create a scene. He promised everything will be okay and there’s nothing to worry about, and I followed him home.

What followed was the longest and toughest night of my life. Afterward, my father decided to come to my school and talk to my teachers, and my friends’ parents. He was convinced I was in bad company. But, at the end, it was decided to keep this all a secret, and I was warned to never even think of doing this again or I would be thrown out of the house. My sister was afraid of me after that and didn’t play with me, or even talk to me anymore. My parents talked to me only so that the others would not find out something this horrible had happened. I couldn’t look any of them in their eyes.

I am thankful that today all this is far behind me and that my sister has forgiven me, or so she says. I felt like the worst person on this planet when my sister would tell me how deeply this had affected her, and how she can never trust any man, ever, and how she had nightmares and heard voices in her head, and how she was scared and depressed and wanted to die. I hated myself for what I did to her. But even after all this, I wasn’t free of those sinful thoughts, nor could I forget the pleasure I felt in violating my innocent sister.

Years went by and we all somehow still managed to live under the same roof, but nothing was the way it used to be. I had lost Kate’s and my parents’ trust and respect forever, and still the hungry animal inside me wanted more. I now live far away from my family, so that the monster doesn’t do what it did then, again and again.

It is a weird mixture of pleasure and pain telling this story. I can’t think about this part of my life without cumming blissfully, but then the pleasure subsides and the shame and pain takes over. There is so much more to say, but I don’t know if I should now. Thanks for listening.

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4 thoughts on “Violating Innocence

  1. The last bit made me cry. When your sister lost her trust in you and that she wanted to die. I’m sorry friend.

  2. Ok ok I will say you did a great job with the story and I loved ware it was going but I was hopeing for more sexual stuff now if this happened irl dame but hot

  3. Hey man look.. A similar thing happened to me. It was consensual but we were young. We talked about it and now know where we stand. Ring her

  4. I had an experience similar, my older brother and sister first used me. I didn’t understand totally at the time. But I am glad they did. I’m the second youngest of 7. My mum raised us all as nudists. So naturally things occurred. Get in touch if you like. Shaunus 15 @ gmail .com

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