"I never knew my father. My mom was hardly ever home and I had to always look after my little sister. We lived in a small house, one story. I shared a bedroom with my little sister and my mom had a room too, but she wouldn't come home too much. Every time she'd talk to us though she would always tell us how much she loved us, how she enjoyed us around and how great we were. I guess you could say she loved us too much... She would kiss us on the mouth, me and my little sister. Sometimes she'd shove her tongues in our mouths and touch our flanks as she did it. She said thats how she wanted to show us love by making us feel good. Over time it went from her touching our flanks to her touching...y'know...between our legs. Each time she'd call us over I'd feel a bit of fear knowing what would come next. One day it was my sisters birthday and mom gave me money to buy her a present. I bought her a harmonica. Not a toy one, a real one. A metallic and shiny harmonica. My sister opened it up after eating her cake which had 5 candles on it. She was 5 at the time. I was 8. She opened it and instantly held it to her mouth and began to play it. She was so good at it even though this was her first time playing it. Then mom said, 'oh you like it? Give your brother a kiss.' So she did. Then mom said, 'no no a real one' so my sister, blushing and looking like was going to puke, leaned up and kissed me. Her mouth opened against mine and she slid her tiny tongue into my mouth. Thing is, I liked the way it felt. This continued for a while...what with me sharing a room with her I ended up doing other things to her. I don't want to get into that though it that's okay with you. Then mom got a boyfriend. His name was Ribbon, odd name for a stallion I know. He used to make my sister... act like that harmonica I gave her was male genitalia and rub it against her in sexual ways as he watched. I would pretend I was asleep as he did it and I'd watch. I found it arousing...because it was the only way of pleasure and comfort I really knew. I became so accustomed to it now it's the only way I could feel comfort of any kind. In the end my sister got sent to a foster home. I was sent to a different foster home out in Fillydelphia.
