fuc_i_look_like
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Westie;9019112 said:
whoa this was weird
whoa this was weird
Rum Middleton
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riddlerap;9025038 said:
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Abraxas ;9019507 said:
Did her a solid IMO
Lmao.. I'd feel so fuckin bad for the rest of my life too
When I was younger (~6) my brother and sister and I had a "game" that we would play. Nothing sexual but it was called Dare... basically the object of the game was to walk around the outside of our raised deck outside while holding on to the railing and walking on the very narrow ledge. We had played the "game" before and one day my brother and I were outside alone (Mom and sister busy inside) and I challenged him to play. My very fuzzy memory is that he didn't want to play and I slightly pressured him. He gave in and I went first. On his turn around something happened and I watched my four year old brother crash to the ground below.
He landed in a terrible position and broke his leg directly under his hip. He was in the hospital for 34 days with a screw drilled completely through his knee that was used to hold his hip in position. He was in a body cast from the chest down for over 8 weeks and had to go through months of being in a wheelchair and grueling physical therapy to be able to walk again. Now, almost 15 years later my brother's legs are slightly different lengths (from the bones resetting differently) and has some minor muscle problems due to this.
However, he was also named the best goalkeeper in our state last year and will probably be moving out of state to follow his dream and play soccer. I love him more than he'll ever know and more that I could ever express here. He's the smartest, most talented person I know and I'm so proud of him. And it breaks my heart a little more every time I think about his childhood I feel like I am to blame for the months of pain he had to endure. I'm crying from sadness and relief as I type this... Thank you Reddit.
He landed in a terrible position and broke his leg directly under his hip. He was in the hospital for 34 days with a screw drilled completely through his knee that was used to hold his hip in position. He was in a body cast from the chest down for over 8 weeks and had to go through months of being in a wheelchair and grueling physical therapy to be able to walk again. Now, almost 15 years later my brother's legs are slightly different lengths (from the bones resetting differently) and has some minor muscle problems due to this.
However, he was also named the best goalkeeper in our state last year and will probably be moving out of state to follow his dream and play soccer. I love him more than he'll ever know and more that I could ever express here. He's the smartest, most talented person I know and I'm so proud of him. And it breaks my heart a little more every time I think about his childhood I feel like I am to blame for the months of pain he had to endure. I'm crying from sadness and relief as I type this... Thank you Reddit.
Nobody can convince this ain't a white couple. Sorry, not sorry, kat.
I'm not in a shitty relationship where my boyfriend manipulates me into doing whatever fucked up bullshit he wants and I know this is happening but I don't care because I figure I'm lucky to have a place to live and someone to pay the bills. He makes me do weird sexual shit that I HATE like suck mass amounts of cock for random guys he met on the internet. This is because I told him about all of the fucked up shit I used to do to get drugs. Because obviously I liked it or else why would I do it. He has also convinced to be a prostitute on two separate occasions. I can't stand being touched by anyone anymore. I hate sex. I want to die.
I just bought some heroin. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to start using again or just go ahead and OD. I have no goals in life, there is literally NOTHING I want out of life other than heroin. I'm just fucked.
Luckily, no one will ever see this because this thread has exploded.
I just bought some heroin. I haven't decided yet if I'm going to start using again or just go ahead and OD. I have no goals in life, there is literally NOTHING I want out of life other than heroin. I'm just fucked.
Luckily, no one will ever see this because this thread has exploded.
G shit part 1
Back in the mid to late 1990's I had a roommate that was from Amsterdam and we were really into smoking good bud so one year we decided to take a trip there for the cannabis cup. While we were there I met a lot of his relatives and friends. Some of these people were outright criminals which is pretty common in the Netherlands. Several of his close friends were drug dealers selling a variety of items including ecstasy. One night we felt like rolling so one of his friends came over with two huge bags full of pills and told us to grab a handful. So we took a bunch that night and had plenty left over to take back home with us.
Several friends back home offered to buy what we had left so we got rid of them. Fast forward a few months and my roommate decided to go back home to Amsterdam for a holiday and I go with him. We see the same guy again and I told him that we took some pills back with us and EVERYONE loved them and kept asking if they could get more. He replied, "You know, we can get some there if you know people who want them". Being the entrepreneur I am, we struck a deal and he gave us some pills to take back.
We made it back with no problems and the pills where gone in no time. His friend was impressed at how quick they went so they wanted to send more. We came up with ideas on how to get them here cost effectively and safely. We had some success with mailing them mixed in with large boxes of candy but because we kept having to increase the number of shipments and number of pills in each shipment they eventually started getting busted so we switched methods a few times and finally realized the most effective (and cheapest) way to do it was to have mules fly them in the country. These mules were professionals and would stuff the pills in condoms, dip them in a solution, and swallow the condoms for the plane ride only to drink some solution upon arrival to a hotel to shit them out in a bucket. Another method involved getting a tailor to sew pills in a vest that was worn underneath a coat. This method worked quite well and was very cost efficient. One mule could carry about 8,000 pills but it was more risky due to the random pat downs.
Business was good. We were making a shit ton of cash and it was actually harder to get the cash out of the country than getting the pills here. I was really low key about letting anyone know what we were doing but my roommate loved to show off which started causing problems between us. He was getting really fucked up almost every night and it was causing a severe lack of judgment on his part. He loved the attention and eventually started hanging out with another crowd of people. One of these guys (who had just gotten out of jail a few months before) got a call from some dude he knew who wanted a rather large quantity. He goes to meet the guy and it's a set up. So he gets busted along with all of our supply and it was going to be a few weeks before we got anything else so my roommate, in his delusional state, decided to fly back to Amsterdam to get bring some back himself. He actually was so strung out at this point he decided to just duct tape a bag full to his inner thigh and fly back. If that weren't enough he thought it was a good idea to take a couple of pills for the flight and needless to say he got busted.
His friends back in Amsterdam were not too happy about the situation. They contacted me saying how his desire to be a big shot was putting the whole thing in jeopardy and wanted me to take over things. So we decided while he was in jail awaiting court hearing for a bond that I'd take over but they would keep sending him a small amount to keep him satisfied but he wasn’t to know that I was carrying on the business. I had a few friends in different cities that I trusted so we expanded and the business just kept getting bigger and bigger. Eventually I contacted another friend who had been living in another country partying for a few years, lets call him Mike. He happened to be very good friends with some guy whose dad was a major trafficker. He said everything was set up and as long as the quality was good they would jump at the opportunity because X was hard to come by there.
So we set up a meeting and have a mule bring a vest full of pills there. While sitting with Mike at his buddy's dads "compound", it finally hit me how large this had became. I mean, I was at a huge compound (which had a private zoo) with dozens of armed guards with the son of one of the most powerful traffickers in the hemisphere and if everything went well I would have more money than I ever imagined possible in my entire life. This was like some shit out of a movie! They liked the pills and my friend’s buddy, who I’ll call Steve, was going to talk to his dad the next day. We didn’t hear from Steve the next day or the following day. We decide to go to a different city about two hours away and I go to my Mike’s to pick him up and I found him there completely out of his fucking mind. He had been up all night eating ridiculous amounts of pills and had been wondering around the hotel with no shirt on, sweating his ass off, and babbling to himself with a crazy look in his huge dilated eyes. The hotel staff was concerned and I had to get him out of there before they called the police. He was so fucked up that when we checked out and was walking out of his room the bell hop just handed me a huge freezer bag full of pills and said “You forgot these”. Needless to say he got the best tip of his life. I knew I couldn’t let the guys from Amsterdam see him like this so I checked him into a different hotel, took the pills with me, and came up with an excuse as to why we couldn’t leave that day. Meanwhile, my roommate somehow gets wind of the fact that we are all out of the country working on some deal and he was left in the dark. Of course he is beyond furious. All this starts stressing me out but what I didn’t realize was the real fun hadn’t even begun.
Several friends back home offered to buy what we had left so we got rid of them. Fast forward a few months and my roommate decided to go back home to Amsterdam for a holiday and I go with him. We see the same guy again and I told him that we took some pills back with us and EVERYONE loved them and kept asking if they could get more. He replied, "You know, we can get some there if you know people who want them". Being the entrepreneur I am, we struck a deal and he gave us some pills to take back.
We made it back with no problems and the pills where gone in no time. His friend was impressed at how quick they went so they wanted to send more. We came up with ideas on how to get them here cost effectively and safely. We had some success with mailing them mixed in with large boxes of candy but because we kept having to increase the number of shipments and number of pills in each shipment they eventually started getting busted so we switched methods a few times and finally realized the most effective (and cheapest) way to do it was to have mules fly them in the country. These mules were professionals and would stuff the pills in condoms, dip them in a solution, and swallow the condoms for the plane ride only to drink some solution upon arrival to a hotel to shit them out in a bucket. Another method involved getting a tailor to sew pills in a vest that was worn underneath a coat. This method worked quite well and was very cost efficient. One mule could carry about 8,000 pills but it was more risky due to the random pat downs.
Business was good. We were making a shit ton of cash and it was actually harder to get the cash out of the country than getting the pills here. I was really low key about letting anyone know what we were doing but my roommate loved to show off which started causing problems between us. He was getting really fucked up almost every night and it was causing a severe lack of judgment on his part. He loved the attention and eventually started hanging out with another crowd of people. One of these guys (who had just gotten out of jail a few months before) got a call from some dude he knew who wanted a rather large quantity. He goes to meet the guy and it's a set up. So he gets busted along with all of our supply and it was going to be a few weeks before we got anything else so my roommate, in his delusional state, decided to fly back to Amsterdam to get bring some back himself. He actually was so strung out at this point he decided to just duct tape a bag full to his inner thigh and fly back. If that weren't enough he thought it was a good idea to take a couple of pills for the flight and needless to say he got busted.
His friends back in Amsterdam were not too happy about the situation. They contacted me saying how his desire to be a big shot was putting the whole thing in jeopardy and wanted me to take over things. So we decided while he was in jail awaiting court hearing for a bond that I'd take over but they would keep sending him a small amount to keep him satisfied but he wasn’t to know that I was carrying on the business. I had a few friends in different cities that I trusted so we expanded and the business just kept getting bigger and bigger. Eventually I contacted another friend who had been living in another country partying for a few years, lets call him Mike. He happened to be very good friends with some guy whose dad was a major trafficker. He said everything was set up and as long as the quality was good they would jump at the opportunity because X was hard to come by there.
So we set up a meeting and have a mule bring a vest full of pills there. While sitting with Mike at his buddy's dads "compound", it finally hit me how large this had became. I mean, I was at a huge compound (which had a private zoo) with dozens of armed guards with the son of one of the most powerful traffickers in the hemisphere and if everything went well I would have more money than I ever imagined possible in my entire life. This was like some shit out of a movie! They liked the pills and my friend’s buddy, who I’ll call Steve, was going to talk to his dad the next day. We didn’t hear from Steve the next day or the following day. We decide to go to a different city about two hours away and I go to my Mike’s to pick him up and I found him there completely out of his fucking mind. He had been up all night eating ridiculous amounts of pills and had been wondering around the hotel with no shirt on, sweating his ass off, and babbling to himself with a crazy look in his huge dilated eyes. The hotel staff was concerned and I had to get him out of there before they called the police. He was so fucked up that when we checked out and was walking out of his room the bell hop just handed me a huge freezer bag full of pills and said “You forgot these”. Needless to say he got the best tip of his life. I knew I couldn’t let the guys from Amsterdam see him like this so I checked him into a different hotel, took the pills with me, and came up with an excuse as to why we couldn’t leave that day. Meanwhile, my roommate somehow gets wind of the fact that we are all out of the country working on some deal and he was left in the dark. Of course he is beyond furious. All this starts stressing me out but what I didn’t realize was the real fun hadn’t even begun.
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Part 2
The following day my friend was finally starting to get back to a normal frame of mind and we go to catch a bus, with the pills on us, and just after we buy our tickets we round the corner to get on the bus and see military police searching everyone as they are boarding the bus. My friend and his girlfriend both say at the same time something to the effect of “something isn’t right, this never happens”. We’re in a line and if we turn around and walk out it will look suspicious. So I whisper to my friend to just follow my lead and act like he is taking care of me. So I bend over and shove my finger down my throat and make myself puke and make a loud violent noise so everyone can see I’m sick. I immediately turn around and act like I’m about to throw up again and run back into the bus station holding my hand over my mouth like I’m going to the bathroom, but instead jump in the closest taxi and haul ass out of there. We take the most expensive taxi ride of my life to a city that is two hours away all the while discussing how fucked up that situation was and how odd it was for the military to be there searching everyone. It was like they knew something.
Anyway, so we get to the town and track down one of the traffickers cousins who tells us that when Steve went to talk to his dad about the opportunity, his dad flipped the fuck out and did not want him involved in that line of business. He told us to watch our back because his dad wanted to see us. Steve’s dad was a very, very powerful guy and not someone you wanted to piss off unless you had a death wish. So Steve’s dad sent Steve away somewhere and we had no way whatsoever to contact him. We know his dad is tied in with the police and factions of the military so we conclude that the incident at the bus station was the work of Steve’s dad so now we are afraid for our lives. Plus we are stuck with thousands upon thousands of pills and have no fucking clue what to do. So we hide out and lay low for a couple of days trying to sell the pills to someone else. We can’t get anything to pan out and it feels like some of these people are just trying to rob us, while others may have connections with Steve’s dad and we don’t want him to find us. I get more paranoid with every passing minute and we switch hotels daily with the quality of the place getting worse and worse until we finally ended up literally staying in a whore house and every time I hear a women scream I immediately think someone has found us.
So I start feeling sick one afternoon and so does everyone else. I’m so paranoid at this point I thought we were all poisoned. So I gather enough strength to get out of bed, tell Mike and the guys from Amsterdam I need to get to a doctor, grab my bag and take a taxi to the nearest airport. I took the first flight back home, go see a doctor the next day (ended up I had a bad case of food poisoning), and never spoke to any of those guys again. I finished college and am now a successful business professional. I’m amazed at the lessons that period in my life taught me and how often those lessons come in handy in the business world. In retrospect, it was good that it ended the way it did because I would have surely ended up in jail or dead had I continued that lifestyle. Thankfully I never went to jail or was even questioned so there is nothing on my record. My roommate was not so lucky and I read a news article where he served three years in federal prison. I’ve never told this story to anyone, and even if I did they’d never believe me.
Anyway, so we get to the town and track down one of the traffickers cousins who tells us that when Steve went to talk to his dad about the opportunity, his dad flipped the fuck out and did not want him involved in that line of business. He told us to watch our back because his dad wanted to see us. Steve’s dad was a very, very powerful guy and not someone you wanted to piss off unless you had a death wish. So Steve’s dad sent Steve away somewhere and we had no way whatsoever to contact him. We know his dad is tied in with the police and factions of the military so we conclude that the incident at the bus station was the work of Steve’s dad so now we are afraid for our lives. Plus we are stuck with thousands upon thousands of pills and have no fucking clue what to do. So we hide out and lay low for a couple of days trying to sell the pills to someone else. We can’t get anything to pan out and it feels like some of these people are just trying to rob us, while others may have connections with Steve’s dad and we don’t want him to find us. I get more paranoid with every passing minute and we switch hotels daily with the quality of the place getting worse and worse until we finally ended up literally staying in a whore house and every time I hear a women scream I immediately think someone has found us.
So I start feeling sick one afternoon and so does everyone else. I’m so paranoid at this point I thought we were all poisoned. So I gather enough strength to get out of bed, tell Mike and the guys from Amsterdam I need to get to a doctor, grab my bag and take a taxi to the nearest airport. I took the first flight back home, go see a doctor the next day (ended up I had a bad case of food poisoning), and never spoke to any of those guys again. I finished college and am now a successful business professional. I’m amazed at the lessons that period in my life taught me and how often those lessons come in handy in the business world. In retrospect, it was good that it ended the way it did because I would have surely ended up in jail or dead had I continued that lifestyle. Thankfully I never went to jail or was even questioned so there is nothing on my record. My roommate was not so lucky and I read a news article where he served three years in federal prison. I’ve never told this story to anyone, and even if I did they’d never believe me.
Lmao
This secret could ruin several lives-- not just mine. I was a rebellious kid and never got along with my family or anyone from my hometown so I ran off from home as soon as I hit 18. Using IRC friends / acquaintances, I couch surfed for almost a year before coming across a business opportunity in California. I settled down and began a serious relationship with a woman named "May". I dated May for 3 and a half years and they were some of the best years of my life, but after awhile she wanted more and I wanted less and we broke up. Fast forward 6 years and I get a call from my little brother saying he's getting married and despite my absence, he wanted me to be his best man. I fly home two weeks before the wedding and that night at dinner my brother introduced me to my old girlfriend May-- his fiance. Although it was awkward, we both ignored the fact we knew each other... real SAP shit. My brother gets pulled away for something or another and I finally get to speak to May. We start a conversation that took us from the kitchen, out to the deck, and down the path to an old, dried up pond at the edge of my parent's property. It was like all of the good times from the 3 years of dating her were consolidated into that conversation... everything just clicked. The rush of emotion was unlike anything I've ever felt and it was the same for May. And despite being all sorts of evil, we took off all our clothes and fucked like rabbits on the old dock. Over the next couple days I went over to my brother's apartment while he was at work. We fucked all over everything... the couch, his bed, even the bathroom floor. All unprotected. A week passed and the rush of emotion subsided and I came to my sense-- and although we both wanted more, we decided to stop seeing each other. The wedding went off without issue despite the best man feeling like a complete demon... I just wanted to get back on a plane to California as soon as possible. And after wishing the happy couple on their way, that's just what I did.
Now here's where things get interesting. 5 months after the wedding May calls me... she's pregnant. She tells me that her and my brother didn't have sex(due to irrelevant issues) from a month before the wedding to the honeymoon, 3 days after the wedding. The kid is mine. I'm not an expert on the reproductive system... or math... so I'm relying on what May has told me but she seems convinced. We both decide to pretend my brother is the father. The kid's 1st birthday is coming up and I still don't know if I made the right choice but I speak with my brother often and he seems happy... and I'm fine with that... Ignorance is bliss
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I cut some things out as the story was getting pretty long as it is. But Holy shit this was a cathartic experience.
Now here's where things get interesting. 5 months after the wedding May calls me... she's pregnant. She tells me that her and my brother didn't have sex(due to irrelevant issues) from a month before the wedding to the honeymoon, 3 days after the wedding. The kid is mine. I'm not an expert on the reproductive system... or math... so I'm relying on what May has told me but she seems convinced. We both decide to pretend my brother is the father. The kid's 1st birthday is coming up and I still don't know if I made the right choice but I speak with my brother often and he seems happy... and I'm fine with that... Ignorance is bliss
.I cut some things out as the story was getting pretty long as it is. But Holy shit this was a cathartic experience.
Damn..
My military career has been the bane of my existance and biggest regret of my life. A part of my life that in large part has been kept from my wife, and has made me feel extremely undeserving of my family and daughter making it very difficult for me to have a relationship with her.
I served four years as active duty army in a combat career field. I enlisted fresh out of highschool with the motivation of a family legacy behind me and a strong desire to follow in my father's footsteps and to do what i felt a noble thing (at the time, i didnt entirely see it for what it was)
In my four years i served two tours over seas, one to afghanistan and my second to iraq. I found myself stupid to the ways of the world, 19 years old in the middle of a place not quite like hell but you could certainly see it from there wondering what i'd gotten myself into.
In a moment were my unit had stopped briefly to survey and secure an area a child approached our vehicles, not uncommon as we were frequently greeted by children who wanted MRE's, candy, etc. but this time, the child approximately 6-8 years in age approached alone, and with a SFC screaming across me (i standing betwen him and the child not giving him a 'safe' line of fire) to shoot him, i at the time not more than a child myself (i still tell everyone im a grown ass kid.) could not fathom or understand why i needed to shoot this child. It just didn't calculate, in the time i hesitated he was able to throw a grenade into one of our vehicles, severly injuring three of my unit and breaking my hesitation and momentary daze, i shot him.
I was told by other superiors id did what was expected and required of me, but just moments too late. To this day, i see his face. I have nightmares frequently of that place and at times wake up with same feeling stinging of the sun beating down on me, and the smell of that place all too real however most of my nightmares are of that child.
Ive told my wife none of this, she knows i served in the army but that's mostly all she knows of it i never told her of my deployments and plan never to do so for fear of what she'll think of me when i already think myself a monster.
When my wife told me she was pregnant, it was the happiest id ever been in my life, and nine months later when i first held my daughter i did not feel over whelmed with joy. I was wracked with grief and guilt and this undeserving feeling. When i hold her, i know i should have no place in her life, nor know the joy of being a father because ive taken that from another and cant justify to myself that i should be blessed with her after having taken someone elses son from them. To have and enjoy a feeling that ive robbed someone else of us breaks my heart and makes me frequently think id be better to her as a life insurance policy than a father.
I served four years as active duty army in a combat career field. I enlisted fresh out of highschool with the motivation of a family legacy behind me and a strong desire to follow in my father's footsteps and to do what i felt a noble thing (at the time, i didnt entirely see it for what it was)
In my four years i served two tours over seas, one to afghanistan and my second to iraq. I found myself stupid to the ways of the world, 19 years old in the middle of a place not quite like hell but you could certainly see it from there wondering what i'd gotten myself into.
In a moment were my unit had stopped briefly to survey and secure an area a child approached our vehicles, not uncommon as we were frequently greeted by children who wanted MRE's, candy, etc. but this time, the child approximately 6-8 years in age approached alone, and with a SFC screaming across me (i standing betwen him and the child not giving him a 'safe' line of fire) to shoot him, i at the time not more than a child myself (i still tell everyone im a grown ass kid.) could not fathom or understand why i needed to shoot this child. It just didn't calculate, in the time i hesitated he was able to throw a grenade into one of our vehicles, severly injuring three of my unit and breaking my hesitation and momentary daze, i shot him.
I was told by other superiors id did what was expected and required of me, but just moments too late. To this day, i see his face. I have nightmares frequently of that place and at times wake up with same feeling stinging of the sun beating down on me, and the smell of that place all too real however most of my nightmares are of that child.
Ive told my wife none of this, she knows i served in the army but that's mostly all she knows of it i never told her of my deployments and plan never to do so for fear of what she'll think of me when i already think myself a monster.
When my wife told me she was pregnant, it was the happiest id ever been in my life, and nine months later when i first held my daughter i did not feel over whelmed with joy. I was wracked with grief and guilt and this undeserving feeling. When i hold her, i know i should have no place in her life, nor know the joy of being a father because ive taken that from another and cant justify to myself that i should be blessed with her after having taken someone elses son from them. To have and enjoy a feeling that ive robbed someone else of us breaks my heart and makes me frequently think id be better to her as a life insurance policy than a father.
This one needs a zombie quote
I'm only even posting this because this thread has taken off so far that nobody will even see it. Going to get it off my chest anyway.
Throughout my teen years, I had a lot of sex with my sister and even more sex with my brother.
It started with my sister (we are a year apart) in our early teens and was only mutual oral and handjobs. Went on for about two years, maybe once or twice a month. I started getting scared that it would turn into something more serious and that we would eventually fuck. I was certain that if that happened, she would get pregnant with a deformed baby, so I decided on both of our behalves to end it.
Then my brother and I started up. At first, just oral, but eventually turned into full blown, unprotected, cum-into-each-other's-asses buttfucking. We fucked each other at least once a week for four years until I moved out and went to college. I didn't feel the same trepidation as with my sister because there was no risk of pregnancy.
I consider myself bisexual, not because I'm a closeted gay, but because I am sexually attracted to both genders. I watch straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, solo guys, solo girls, mixed group play, it all gets me off.
Today, myself, my sister and my brother are in our thirties, we are all in monogamous marriages, and all three marriages have produced children. My sister knows about me and my brother, and my brother knows about me and my sister. I've never told anyone else and I have no idea if they've ever told anyone, because we've never discussed it since it ended. We all still love each other and get along.
I am a city councilman, a business owner, and an active member of the LDS church. I disagree with the church's stance on sexuality, but I never voice this disagreement. If anyone ever knew this, it would literally undo everything I have achieved in my adult life.
There is no way I could verify or prove the authenticity of this without jeopardizing myself, so you'll just have to believe or disbelieve me, that's your prerogative.
I might hit close on my browser before I press post. If you're reading this, I at least had the balls to anonymously get it off my chest.
Throughout my teen years, I had a lot of sex with my sister and even more sex with my brother.
It started with my sister (we are a year apart) in our early teens and was only mutual oral and handjobs. Went on for about two years, maybe once or twice a month. I started getting scared that it would turn into something more serious and that we would eventually fuck. I was certain that if that happened, she would get pregnant with a deformed baby, so I decided on both of our behalves to end it.
Then my brother and I started up. At first, just oral, but eventually turned into full blown, unprotected, cum-into-each-other's-asses buttfucking. We fucked each other at least once a week for four years until I moved out and went to college. I didn't feel the same trepidation as with my sister because there was no risk of pregnancy.
I consider myself bisexual, not because I'm a closeted gay, but because I am sexually attracted to both genders. I watch straight porn, gay porn, lesbian porn, solo guys, solo girls, mixed group play, it all gets me off.
Today, myself, my sister and my brother are in our thirties, we are all in monogamous marriages, and all three marriages have produced children. My sister knows about me and my brother, and my brother knows about me and my sister. I've never told anyone else and I have no idea if they've ever told anyone, because we've never discussed it since it ended. We all still love each other and get along.
I am a city councilman, a business owner, and an active member of the LDS church. I disagree with the church's stance on sexuality, but I never voice this disagreement. If anyone ever knew this, it would literally undo everything I have achieved in my adult life.
There is no way I could verify or prove the authenticity of this without jeopardizing myself, so you'll just have to believe or disbelieve me, that's your prerogative.
I might hit close on my browser before I press post. If you're reading this, I at least had the balls to anonymously get it off my chest.
Smh
Way too late to the party for this to be seen, but here goes. I need to tell the Internet - I've held this inside too long.
I grew up on a farm, and I was an incredibly horny 13 year hold. Baby lambs will suck anything. You know where this is going, right? Well it's worse than that. We had a lamb that wasn't doing so well, so we kept it near the house where it could stay out of the cold. After everyone went to bed I crept out and let the little thing suck my cock until I came. Sometimes it would lose interest since nothing was coming out, and I'd squeeze a bit of pee out, which renewed the little lamb's interest.
After doing this a few nights, it died during the day. It wasn't a well animal to start with, and might have died anyway, but of course I wasn't helping by letting it drink my piss and cum. I feel awful and that is the one thing I'd change if I could go back in time. Of course, nobody suspected, nobody knows and there's nobody I can ever tell...
I grew up on a farm, and I was an incredibly horny 13 year hold. Baby lambs will suck anything. You know where this is going, right? Well it's worse than that. We had a lamb that wasn't doing so well, so we kept it near the house where it could stay out of the cold. After everyone went to bed I crept out and let the little thing suck my cock until I came. Sometimes it would lose interest since nothing was coming out, and I'd squeeze a bit of pee out, which renewed the little lamb's interest.
After doing this a few nights, it died during the day. It wasn't a well animal to start with, and might have died anyway, but of course I wasn't helping by letting it drink my piss and cum. I feel awful and that is the one thing I'd change if I could go back in time. Of course, nobody suspected, nobody knows and there's nobody I can ever tell...
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I'm kind of a scrawny white kid in a primarily Mexican neighborhood. Shootings are on a weekly basis, gangs roam the street, any car that isn't in a garage is broken in to, and home invasions are extremely common.
My mother insisted that I get a CCW license, I eventually did. I carry a Springfield 1911 A-1.
One day my car was giving me trouble, so I decided to walk to the local auto shop and pick up a new part. Half-way there, three very sketchy looking guys were walking my way. I never made eye contact and tried to look right past them. I noticed that they were staring hard at me and one guy went across the street (this is a BAD sign).
One of the guys stops in front of me, one is behind me, and the other is across the street.
They tell me to give them my wallet and phone, I of course agree and slowly hand them over. Then they told me to get on my knees. My heart beat like a heavy drum, my stomach was in my throat... they were going to fucking execute me.
The guy in front of me pulled out a knife, I heard the clack of a gun behind me, and I a faint sound of a gun being cocked from the guy across the street. My body felt like it was on fire from the adrenaline. I did what I had to do and I lunged back and pushed with all my force against the man behind me down, pulled out my 1911 and shot him twice in the chest, turned around and shot the guy with the knife once in the neck and once in the heart, and the guy across the street opened fire but missed every shot. I shot him 4 times in the chest.
This is where I fucked up. I panicked, I started hyperventilating, I didn't know what to do as all common sense left me and my mind went totally blank. I was never prepared to ever use that gun, I don't have that sort of mindset. I picked up my shells, took back my wallet and phone and just ran back home. I considered calling the police to tell them what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I heard the sirens up and down the street and I wanted to say something (keep in mind, I'm in a panic mode still. I was like this for days)
It was three days later, I saw it on the local news... it was about the three men (who turned out to be no older than 17) that I had shot. They even pointed out that the gun that was behind me turned out to be a pellet gun.
That very day, I heard a knock on my door. It was a man who had seen me do it, he also said that he told the police that it was a rival gang that did it. He knew my mom and he knew me. He didn't want to see me or her go down with me trying to defend myself. He also claimed that it was those three who had been throwing rocks through their windows and breaking into their car... what really sent me for a spin was that he claimed that two of them gang raped his 17 year old daughter at some party. He thanked me, shook my hand, and told me I had nothing to worry about since the cops think that it's an open and shut case of gang violence. I thought for sure there would be a huge investigation of three kids in a gang being shot to death, but no... the story was just picked up by anti-gun groups and a platform for more police funding... the story was left at that.
My mother insisted that I get a CCW license, I eventually did. I carry a Springfield 1911 A-1.
One day my car was giving me trouble, so I decided to walk to the local auto shop and pick up a new part. Half-way there, three very sketchy looking guys were walking my way. I never made eye contact and tried to look right past them. I noticed that they were staring hard at me and one guy went across the street (this is a BAD sign).
One of the guys stops in front of me, one is behind me, and the other is across the street.
They tell me to give them my wallet and phone, I of course agree and slowly hand them over. Then they told me to get on my knees. My heart beat like a heavy drum, my stomach was in my throat... they were going to fucking execute me.
The guy in front of me pulled out a knife, I heard the clack of a gun behind me, and I a faint sound of a gun being cocked from the guy across the street. My body felt like it was on fire from the adrenaline. I did what I had to do and I lunged back and pushed with all my force against the man behind me down, pulled out my 1911 and shot him twice in the chest, turned around and shot the guy with the knife once in the neck and once in the heart, and the guy across the street opened fire but missed every shot. I shot him 4 times in the chest.
This is where I fucked up. I panicked, I started hyperventilating, I didn't know what to do as all common sense left me and my mind went totally blank. I was never prepared to ever use that gun, I don't have that sort of mindset. I picked up my shells, took back my wallet and phone and just ran back home. I considered calling the police to tell them what had happened, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I heard the sirens up and down the street and I wanted to say something (keep in mind, I'm in a panic mode still. I was like this for days)
It was three days later, I saw it on the local news... it was about the three men (who turned out to be no older than 17) that I had shot. They even pointed out that the gun that was behind me turned out to be a pellet gun.
That very day, I heard a knock on my door. It was a man who had seen me do it, he also said that he told the police that it was a rival gang that did it. He knew my mom and he knew me. He didn't want to see me or her go down with me trying to defend myself. He also claimed that it was those three who had been throwing rocks through their windows and breaking into their car... what really sent me for a spin was that he claimed that two of them gang raped his 17 year old daughter at some party. He thanked me, shook my hand, and told me I had nothing to worry about since the cops think that it's an open and shut case of gang violence. I thought for sure there would be a huge investigation of three kids in a gang being shot to death, but no... the story was just picked up by anti-gun groups and a platform for more police funding... the story was left at that.
Lmao if this was my kid I'd kill him, twice.
I faked having a chronic pain condition for 5.5 years in order to not have to attend middle school and high school (I was placed on a homebound program -- NOT homeschooling -- and allowed to study at my own pace from home). I was able to fool a team of medical professionals, my family, my teachers, and my friends into believing that my symptoms were real. Also, I racked up over $100,000 in medical bills for my family (that's just what the insurance didn't cover) during those 5.5 years (I did not realize the extent of the medical bills until late into my lie and it was one of the main reasons I decided enough was enough). Upon graduating from high school and getting accepted into a good university, I decided that it was time for my "pain" to go away. No one has questioned the fact that my symptoms vanished over night, my medical team attributed it to the fact that I was nearing the end of puberty.
What I did was a douchebag thing, and my family is continuing to drown in debt from medical bills (I plan to pay them back someday). I simply started the hoax because I was a 12 year old who absolutely loathed middle school. I attempted to end the lie at the beginning of every school year, but eventually fell back into saying my "pain" prevented me from attending school. Today I feel horrible about what I did, and I desperately want to tell everyone that it was a lie, but I know that I cannot because I will never gain credibility back again.
What I did was a douchebag thing, and my family is continuing to drown in debt from medical bills (I plan to pay them back someday). I simply started the hoax because I was a 12 year old who absolutely loathed middle school. I attempted to end the lie at the beginning of every school year, but eventually fell back into saying my "pain" prevented me from attending school. Today I feel horrible about what I did, and I desperately want to tell everyone that it was a lie, but I know that I cannot because I will never gain credibility back again.
Damn.
My bestfriend growing up molested a four year old girl when he was 12 or 13. He spent a year in juvenile detention for it. When he got out, my family and I accepted this and moved on. Our friendship continued.
One night while we were both 17, we got really drunk and were telling stories. He admitted that the girl he molested wasn't his first, nor was it his last. He admitted to molesting our other friend's little sister. There was another little girl, but he wouldn't tell me who it was. He threatened to kill me and then himself if I ever told anyone. I believed him. I harbored his secret, constantly crying about the confliction of him possibly killing me, himself, or continuing to molest my friend's sister. Finally, two years later, my sister caught him molesting my niece. The very target he refused to talk about.
This conflict tears me up daily and makes me constantly think about killing myself because I could have prevented the molestation of these two innocent girls. Go ahead, tell me what a piece of shit I am. I deserve it.
EDIT: Somehow some of you people think this is the worst story? Yes, let's ignore people committing rape, molesting their siblings, getting their sister pregnant and aborting it, killing people, assisting in suicide, manslaughter, bestiality, and committing felony fraud. Man, and I thought that I was fucked up.
EDIT 2: I left out some things. I'm sure you guys are done reading this, but the story gets worse.
My friend also admitted to having sex with his pets and having sex with the molested girl's older brother. He threatened to expose this encounter and ruin the guy's life. He also made tried to convince me to have sex with him and wouldn't stop touching me despite my resistance and striking back. He also threatened to expose me as gay, even though I'm not.
One night while we were both 17, we got really drunk and were telling stories. He admitted that the girl he molested wasn't his first, nor was it his last. He admitted to molesting our other friend's little sister. There was another little girl, but he wouldn't tell me who it was. He threatened to kill me and then himself if I ever told anyone. I believed him. I harbored his secret, constantly crying about the confliction of him possibly killing me, himself, or continuing to molest my friend's sister. Finally, two years later, my sister caught him molesting my niece. The very target he refused to talk about.
This conflict tears me up daily and makes me constantly think about killing myself because I could have prevented the molestation of these two innocent girls. Go ahead, tell me what a piece of shit I am. I deserve it.
EDIT: Somehow some of you people think this is the worst story? Yes, let's ignore people committing rape, molesting their siblings, getting their sister pregnant and aborting it, killing people, assisting in suicide, manslaughter, bestiality, and committing felony fraud. Man, and I thought that I was fucked up.
EDIT 2: I left out some things. I'm sure you guys are done reading this, but the story gets worse.
My friend also admitted to having sex with his pets and having sex with the molested girl's older brother. He threatened to expose this encounter and ruin the guy's life. He also made tried to convince me to have sex with him and wouldn't stop touching me despite my resistance and striking back. He also threatened to expose me as gay, even though I'm not.
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