Where it happened: at convention
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
Somebody wrote in saying stories about incest are sick. The point should be made is that it happens and it is not the stories that are sick. There are some stories that seem to be misinformed fiction. The last story isn’t about incest but I think is is made up. I got a little taste of incest because, my while my father didn’t actually rape me, he did push himself into my sex life. I probably don’t know what I am talking about but I don’t think brother/sister sex is nearly so bad.
When I was fifteen, I had a fight with my girl friend over respect for my father Karl. He has an odorous reputation and I couldn’t face up to it. I also couldn’t bring myself to confide in him when he pried into my private business. I could acknowledge it was his business if I were being irresponsible and putting myself or another at risk. Wanting to know the exact details of my sexual activity was beyond boundaries. I told him that my and my girl’s hands stayed above the waist and that’s all he was entitled to know. Exactly why we broke up would get into Karl’s reputation and that was something I felt it was not my place to talk about. I knew but I didn’t want to know about Karl’s infidelity to my mother because I was not yet ready to deal with it. He goaded me by saying that I could not get my girl “to come across.” That was particularly painful because restraint was mutual between my girl and me and the real reason was because of his behavior.
In an effort to cheer me up, Karl took me to his annual convention. Karl is a franchise holder in a national chain. The name of it doesn’t matter. I didn’t see any wives there and the entertainment reflected it. There were some business meetings but we didn’t attend. The second and last night I begged off claiming a headache. The truth of the matter was that I could not stomach watching Karl drink and making an ass of himself with other women.
I was in a sound sleep when a naked woman climbed into bed with me. I guess that she was in her late twenties or even into her thirties. I was aroused before I had fully come to. All I can say is that I thought I was in a wet dream initially. She threw a leg over me and inserted me. I did what I was supposed to do mostly to get it over with. The cigarettes on her breath were a real turn off. I wish I had thrown her out but I didn’t. I had the sex simply because it was there and that is the way I never wanted it, don’t want it and never will want it. After a number of talks with my uncle, I have since forgiven myself as there is only so much you can ask of yourself as a fifteen year old boy. The blame rests with my father who acts like he was fifteen .
The pain was compounded by Karl having a woman of his own in the other bed. After the women left, Karl and I had a big fight. What he did was wrong. We were no better than a pair of rutting pigs. I didn’t learn the woman’s name and I didn’t even get a good look at her face. Karl told me it was time I grew up and became a man. I couldn’t put my finger on it until I had talked it over with my uncle and it wouldn’t have made any difference to Karl but it boiled down to self respect and respect for our family.
The long and the short of it is Karl doesn’t think beyond his next ejaculation. I noticed a condom on the floor beside Karl’s bed but “my” woman didn’t use one. Karl’s answer was that “my” woman didn’t need one since this was my first time. Ignoring the fact that only I knew it was my first time, what about my catching something from her? Karl didn’t think of that but a shot of penicillin would put me right. Not for herpes or AIDS, it wouldn’t.
He was never “Dad” after that, but “Karl.” He hit me for that so I never address him by anything at all. The morning after I graduated, he brought home a brand-new Z-28 for me and offered me a partnership in his business. I refused because I was accepted into college and was all set to go. Karl had spoken against college before, but that morning, he put his foot down. I was ordered out of my home by the end of the day for being an ungrateful, sullen son. My aunt and uncle have taken me in and are helping me through college.
I am giving careful thought to the idea of changing my name to that of my mother’s maiden name. My uncle says I should make sure it is more to honor my mother than to dishonor Karl. I am an only son though I have two younger sisters so this is no small thing. I am giving it very careful thought.
Not everybody has good experience with sex and I think it helps to know that other people make mistakes or have an inept parent. What really matters is what you do about a bad experience afterwards. I am going to make it just fine thanks to my mother and her brother.
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