Over the next couple hours she is given a trampstamp to my specifications. Taking inspiration from yesterday. Mom’s tattoo is a pair of nearly nude slavegirls holding a banner between them. It says ‘Whore Mother’. Ever since I can remember we had been taking family vacations around the country. We had a small RV that dad drove everywhere. We’ve been from coast to coast in that rig and been to some pretty amazing places. but the most amazing place I’ve ever been was on my last trip in the RV. The RV was not very big. It was advertised as ‘Comfortable for a Family of Four’ when dad bought it. It had one standard sized bed for two in the back, hidden behind a door that folds out from the bulkhead. The other sleeping arrangement for two was a bunk that could be made by dropping the only table on the bench seats and lying the seat cushions on the flat surface. That’s where my sister and I slept when amateur we traveled. The first few years it didn’t bother me to sleep beside Madison in that cramped makeshift bed. Sometimes we would fight over space and blankets, snarling at each other through the night, other times we would laugh and giggle as we played innocently into the darkest hours until mom or dad would yell at us to shut up. About the time Madison turned entered puberty she started to protest loudly and often to our parents about the sleeping with me while we traveled. At first I didn’t understand but eventually I caught on. My hormones were beginning to rampage wild and free and I couldn’t help but notice that Madison had developed a fine-looking set of tits to complement a hot body. Even though she looked absolutely fantastic, she was my big sister so I started to complain about sharing the bed with her too. The next two vacations Madison and I fought like the proverbial cat and dog. As long as it was daylight we got on civilly but when it came time to go to bed, I felt nothing but revulsion for her, my parents, the RV and the trip. We stopped putting on pajamas and slept in our clothes. I would take a blanket and wrap up like a moth in a cocoon, she did the same. We had layers of clothing and blankets insulating us from each other but many nights neither of us would sleep, too conscience of the other lying nearby. As I grew older and my balls got bigger I became more aware of girls. There were girls in my school that could stiffen my prick with a glance. Hell, I got hard just imagining they glanced at me. I was learning to flirt with them and even had some success kissing some girls in my class. I knew what I wanted from them but I indian still hadn’t built up enough courage to make a pass at anyone. I was getting turned on hard, my nuts ached daily but my only sexual outlet was self-inflicted satisfaction in the lonely hours of the night. By the time I was 16 and Madison 17, she was dating some smug looking super stud football star. I didn’t like him because he was one of those guys that could get any girl he wanted, any time. Why my sister hung with him I don’t know but she was gaga over him. I wasn’t dating anyone; most of my time was spent with my friends telling each other lies about how great we were with girls. One early summer night I was walking home from a friend’s house, taking a shortcut across a field between two streets. Half way across I noticed a car parked under the large asian trees on the north side of the field. It was super stud’s car, the guy my sister was dating. The moon was about half full, bright enough that I could see the silhouette of him in the back seat necking with a girl; I assumed immediately that it was Madison who had her lips welded to his. Instinctively I ducked lower and crept closer to the car. And she opened the chapel door to a scene of hellish fantasy. He ignored those thoughts and emailed the info to the planner, to await whatever the planner could think of what he could do to move the project along while he was still here. Bill stood up pulled his boxers down his cock sprang out an inch from her mouth, without thinking she started kissing the head. The fantasy of being at the mercy of Lizzie and my mother was exhilarating. His tongue was serpentine, he tasted her neck, covered her chest then sampled her breasts paying homage to each nipple. “Shit! The water helped the cramp in her legs and she started feeling more like a real person again not like a dung heap. His shaved balls looked full as they hung there. He spoke to and with Barbara until the doctor called an end to the interview. You look sick." Have you never suckled her rampant bosom buds? Even Sasha was smiling. An excited burst shot through me as I reached out to the spirits that dwelled in the room, the abstract representation of magic and energy. 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