I just went with it

Me and my cousin are 5 years apart. When I was 16 I would hang out at her house while she went out with her friends. She would leave beers for me and I would smoke weed and drink while watching tv and movies. I went to look for her weed pipe and there was a pair of wet panties next to it. I picked them up and took a sniff and it immediately got me hard. I took them into the living room and pulled out my dick and started jerking off. I didn't realize that it was 2am so I had my pants down at my ankles and I was sniffing the panties and jerking off really hard. Just then m uhh cousin came in the food and looked right at me and asked me what the hell I was doing. She was pretty drunk and started to laugh at me. I said I was sorry and then she saw her panties next to me. She asked me if I was smelling them when I was jerking off. She asked me if I liked to smell her pussy and called me a little perv. I was so embarrassed. I kept saying sorry and she picked up her panties and asked me again if I was really trying to smell her pussy while I was jerking off. I said sorry and she just laughed. She went to her room and changed really fast. When she came back out she asked me again if I liked to smell her dirty panties. She had on a long white t shirt that went right above her knees. She said she was pretty drunk and asked me if I was really having fun with her dirty underwear. I just didn't know what to say. Then she asked me if I wanted to smell her pussy for real. I looked at her and didn't know if I heard her right. Then she lifted her shirt and I saw her pussy. She said my dick was kinda nice and she won't say anything about this if I don't. She asked me again if I wanted to smell her pussy for real. She told me to pull m uhh pants back off. I asked her if she was serious and she said just take your pants off. As soon as I did it she saw how hard I was. She asked me if I liked how she smelled. I just smiled and said yeah. She asked me if I wanted to play with her pussy in real life. And then she touched my dick and asked me if I was going to keep this a secret only for us. She said she was on birth control and she would be happy to let me go inside her without a condom and if I promise not to say anything she will let me cum in her mouth and pussy. I just felt so nervous and was shaking. She told me to lay back and then started to suck my dick. She was amazing. I only had sex 3 times and it was with a condom. She asked me if I ever tasted a girls pussy. I said no. She asked me if I ever do it without a condom on. I said no and she told me that I had a nice dick and I could have her pussy all the time when I come over. She said she would tell my mom that she needs my help so she can have me come over all the time. She sucked my whole dick inside her mouth and told me that we can be kissing cousins as long as no one else knows. She rubbed her pussy and let me smell her and then she put her fingers in my mouth. She asked me if I wanted to feel her pussy inside. I told her yes and she said if she does it then I can't tell anyone. Its our secret. She told me if I am with her I can have her if I want. She got above me and told me that I was the longest one she ever saw. She rubbed my head on her wet pussy lips and told me she doesn't want me to be scared to cum in her. She put my dick on her hole and started to work it in. It felt so good. She moaned and told me that I feel so nice in her and then she went all the way down. She moved up and down a few times and she saw I wanted to cum. She told me go ahead and do it. I blasted so much inside of her and then she got really wet and started shaking. My dick never went soft. She got off of it and I ask her if she really wants to fuck me all the time. She said that her pussy is mine now and she will let me do everything I want to her anytime or any where. She said she won't say anything to anyone in our family. She took her shirt off and told me to take off mine. I can't lie I fucked her everyday until she moved to another place. Then I would spend the entire summer vacation at her house. We have never stopped doing it more than a few weeks. I never once was worried about cumming inside of her. I accidentally got her pregnant one time but she took care of it. My family has no idea and her husband and my wife just think we are close family cause we are favorite cousins. I fucked her on her wedding day. She did the same thing for me on my wedding day. No one would ever think anything cause we don't act like we are attracted to each other at all. She told her husband she doesn't want to get pregnant yet and makes him wear condoms. We know exactly how to make each other get off exactly how we like it. We had threesome's together with her friends from college. We will never stop doing it. I have fucked her when her husband was in the shower. She told me that my dick is the best thing ever and she is going to use it for ever. She said she loves being my kissing cousin and her pussy is always mine when I want it. I'm glad she caught me. She honestly had the best fucking pussy and I can fuck her without any feelings or relationship. She is my cousin and that's it. But we just won't ever stop doing it. It feels way too good for both of us.

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    • One Time I was having Lunch at Burger King and then in comes a group of Midgets carrying their King who was wearing nothing but a Robe and the Burger King Crown, holding a Scepter and his Throne was a Toilet.

      The King was also barefoot and he had what looked like his underwear around his ankles and oh my god the moment this asshole came in I couldn't tell what smelled worse his feet or the shit he was taking in the restaurant as I can see everyone in the restaurant either laughing or groaning in disgust seeing a grown man sitting on the toilet in a restaurant wearing only a Crown, Robe, and his Underwear.

      Then King Feet got off his Porcelain Throne without wiping his own ass and pulled up his underwear; dear God help us if anyone saw his Penis. He then stuck his barefoot in the toilet and everyone in the restaurant was showing disgust as Burger King employees began yelling at King Feet and his Court Jesters to get the Hell out of Burger King as they were violating Health Violations.

      Then King Feet took his foot out of the Toilet and began to Smell His shit covered Fucking Feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as other diners were really getting sickened.

      Then the Midgets carried King Feet over to my Table and then King Feet snatched my Whopper, put his foot in my whopper and started sucking his toes on my whopper.

      I was so mad I hit King Feet with my Drink and took his scepter and whacked him and caused him too fall off his toilet throne smashing it to the ground leaving turds and broken toilet shards on the floor of Burger King as Burger King staff came to drag this half naked King out of Burger King.

      My day was officially Ruined but Ding Dong the Burger King is Dead!

    • One Time I was having Lunch at Burger King and then in comes a group of Midgets carrying their King who was wearing nothing but a Robe and the Burger King Crown, holding a Scepter and his Throne was a Toilet.

      The King was also barefoot and he had what looked like his underwear around his ankles and oh my god the moment this asshole came in I couldn't tell what smelled worse his feet or the shit he was taking in the restaurant as I can see everyone in the restaurant either laughing or groaning in disgust seeing a grown man sitting on the toilet in a restaurant wearing only a Crown, Robe, and his Underwear.

      Then King Feet got off his Porcelain Throne without wiping his own ass and pulled up his underwear; dear God help us if anyone saw his Penis. He then stuck his barefoot in the toilet and everyone in the restaurant was showing disgust as Burger King employees began yelling at King Feet and his Court Jesters to get the Hell out of Burger King as they were violating Health Violations.

      Then King Feet took his foot out of the Toilet and began to Smell His shit covered Fucking Feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as other diners were really getting sickened.

      Then the Midgets carried King Feet over to my Table and then King Feet snatched my Whopper, put his foot in my whopper and started sucking his toes on my whopper.

      I was so mad I hit King Feet with my Drink and took his scepter and whacked him and caused him too fall off his toilet throne smashing it to the ground leaving turds and broken toilet shards on the floor of Burger King as Burger King staff came to drag this half naked King out of Burger King.

      My day was officially Ruined but Ding Dong the Burger King is Dead.

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    • The treatment of incest victims is often painful and difficult, because my cock is so big in their tight pussy. However, if approached circumspectly, gently, and with patience, the vast majority of those who have experienced hymen-busting incest can experience considerable improvement and enjoy an enhanced quality of coitus while enjoying repeated orgasms.

    • I was having dinner at a Mexican Restaurant and while I was enjoying a round of Nachos and Margaritas and in comes a man in a Mariachi Suit holding a Guitar, however the man was barefoot and he appeared drunk and he began to sing very loudly getting on the nerves of other customers. 

Then he took out a bottle of Tequila and began to make his way towards the restroom and let’s not forget, the man was barefoot and here I was eating just to see a grown man walking barefoot into a public restroom. 

I nearly threw up in my mouth a little while trying to eat some nachos and if that wasn’t bad enough, the man was actually singing in the restroom. After about a half an hour of listening to this man and his antics in the restroom he returned from the restroom barefoot and he was in his underwear. 

I was just about to throw up what kind of nasty asshole goes into a restroom barefoot and walks out in their fucking underwear and yet he’s still singing. 

Then he sits down at an empty table next to where I was sitting, he picks up his foot and starts to smell his fucking feet in the middle of the damn restaurant as I could hear everyone groaning in disgust.

Restaurant Employees were yelling at this whack job that he needs to leave the building because of his behavior but then he goes over to our table, and snatches my taco, puts his foot in my taco, and SUCKS HIS TOES on my fucking taco.

At that point I was so pissed off that I grabbed his guitar and smashed him over the head with it as he feel to the floor as employees dragged his drunk, half naked ass out of the restaurant. 

It’s a shame that my night was ruined because of the antics of a drunk barefoot buffoon, seriously I hope this idiot gets some serious help and you also owe me a taco for sticking your dirty ass feet in it, people please drink responsibly or otherwise you may end up getting a guitar playing a tune on your skull next time you decide to suck your toes on one’s

    • My cousin is my moms brothers daughter and damn we can’t keep our hands off each other. But we’re also best friends, after sex we lie in bed and talk for hours. When you’re with your cousin you’re closer than you could ever be to a normal person.

    • I back bitches Vacation is over losers. Fuck you fake incest crap.

    • Ramifications of Incest

      January 12, 2011
      Richard P. Kluft, MD, PhD

      Volume 27, Issue 12

      The treatment of incest victims is often painful and difficult. With patience, the vast majority of those who have experienced incest can experience considerable improvement and enjoy an enhanced quality of life without succumbing to repeated victimization.

      Few subjects in psychiatry elicit more profound, visceral, and polarized reactions than incest-the occurrence of sexual behaviors between closely related individuals-behaviors that violate society’s most sacred and guarded taboos. Furthermore, few circumstances confront the psychiatrist with more complex, painful, and potentially problematic clinical dilemmas and challenges than the treatment of the incest victim and/or the management of situations in which incest has been suspected or alleged by one member of a family, and denied, often with both pain and outrage, by the accused and/or other members of that family.

      The study of incest as an actual phenomenon rather than as a fantasy is a relatively recent event. In 1975, an authoritative text proclaimed that the incidence of father-daughter incest in the United States was 1 in a million families.1 Crucial contributions by feminist authors and traumatologists rapidly sensitized the profession to the frequency and importance of incest and its association with psychopathology.2-4 By 1986, Russell5 wrote that some form of father-daughter incestuous activity, ranging from minimal to brutal and aggressive, was found in approximately 1 in 20 families that included daughters and their natural fathers, and 1 in 7 families in which daughters resided with a stepfather. By the early 1990s, feminists, traumatologists, and contributors from the emerging study of dissociative disorders were engaged in a vigorous study of incest and the treatment of incest victims.

    • Symptoms

      Incest victims present with a wide range of symptoms and comorbidities.20 It is well established that trauma increases the likelihood a person will suffer symptoms that include not only the spectrum of posttraumatic conditions and response patterns but also anxiety, depression, and multiple psychiatric and somatic diagnoses.21 The groups of symptoms most commonly encountered in incest victims involve several clusters (Table 2).

      TABLE 2: Symptom clusters in victims of incest6,20,25
      ? Emotional incontinence: an inability to contain distressing effects and the urges that accompany them

      ? Affective dysregulation: the intrusion of strong emotions and/or their suppression

      ? Dysfunctional self-soothing: use of addictive substances, activities, rituals of self-harm or self-stimulation

      ? Somatoform dissociation26: physical expressions of emotional distress

      ? Comorbidity: the effects of trauma-related conditions, physical and mental

      ? Sexual dysfunction: inhibitions, dyscontrol, and reenactment-driven compulsive sexuality

      ? Reenacting and revictimization behaviors: efforts to please, charm, withdraw, defy, place self at risk for further trauma, etc

      ? Failures in relatedness: efforts to play a role pleasing to others, or inoffensive to others, while experiencing mistrust/unrealistic trust toward others; often relationships do not provide either intimacy, nurture, or support, but they are continued

    • Bear in mind that the treatment of the incest victim must address not only past problems but current problems as well. Treatment must concern itself with the patient’s future. The therapist should assess the patient’s ongoing vulnerability and attempt to reduce the likelihood that he or she will be revictimized.

      In an article in 1989, I described the “sitting duck syndrome.”24 I studied a series of patients who had been victims of therapist-patient sexual exploitation and was shocked to discover that all of the patients in the series had previously been victims of incest. I postulated a connection between their childhood mistreatment and characteristics that predisposed victims to repetitive victimization (such as exploitation by their therapists). Therapy must free the incest victim of the burden of repetitive victimization by addressing the following 4 areas of problematic function:

      • Severe symptoms and problematic traits that render the patient needy, dependent, and pessimistic about achieving recovery-afraid to displease or to be rejected

      • Dysfunctional individual dynamics that drive the patient to enact and reenact problematic scenarios

      • Pathological object relations and family dynamics, including the toleration of behaviors and interactions that most would protest with vigor

      • Deforming of the observing ego/debased cognition

    • In an article in 1989, I described the “sitting duck syndrome.”24 I studied a series of patients who had been victims of therapist-patient sexual exploitation and was shocked to discover that all of the patients in the series had previously been victims of incest. I postulated a connection between their childhood mistreatment and characteristics that predisposed victims to repetitive victimization (such as exploitation by their therapists). Therapy must free the incest victim of the burden of repetitive victimization by addressing the following 4 areas of problematic function:

      • Severe symptoms and problematic traits that render the patient needy, dependent, and pessimistic about achieving recovery-afraid to displease or to be rejected

      • Dysfunctional individual dynamics that drive the patient to enact and reenact problematic scenarios

      • Pathological object relations and family dynamics, including the toleration of behaviors and interactions that most would protest with vigor

      • Deforming of the observing ego/debased cognition.

    • Conclusion

      The treatment of incest victims is often painful and difficult. However, if approached circumspectly, gently, and with patience, the vast majority of those who have experienced incest can experience considerable improvement and enjoy an enhanced quality of life without succumbing to repeated victimization,

    • You mad lad! Keep fucking that cousin pussy!

    • The treatment of incest victims is often painful and difficult, because my cock is so big in their tight pussy. However, if approached circumspectly, gently, and with patience, the vast majority of those who have experienced hymen busting incest can experience considerable improvement and enjoy an enhanced quality of fucking while enjoying repeated orgasms.

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