>>6192798“It’s cool, Jenn. He was always sweet and I wanted it; to grow up. I might not do it now, but at the time... I get that it was probably wrong. Not right to let a boy nearly five years older screw me stupid. But I asked <span class="mu-i">him</span> out. Liked it when we did it, even it was kind of was painful the first few times, when he popped my cherry and I freaked out a little… he was always apologetic if it hurt me. Told we didn’t have to have sex if it was hurting me. But? I do like it kind of rough. Got used too it. Liked being held down some and having him push it in, come inside me. I did inherit some of dad’s abnormal toughness, strength even if my eyes are messed up, unlike his. It didn’t cause any damage down there and I could have stopped it at any time. He isn’t a huge guy; I could have got him off me, get to a wand or gun. Just taken it then killed him after. But he was sweet, polite, handsome; careful. It hurt but it felt good too… it was a nice experience. Being cared about like that.”, she said as she pushed her warm body just a bit closer and nuzzled your small chest some; it felt nice even if you were concerned about her being screwed by a boy so much older and while that young.
“Aubrey? You are sure? He didn’t take advantage of you or hurt you or rape you?”
“Yeah. We still send Christmas cards and little presents to each other, even if we don’t see one another often since he was brave enough to venture into the hell hole called California. I hear he has a custom broom shop now and it has great little sweets his wife makes too. I want to go over there when I can to meet his little one year old boy; he looks adorable in the photos, Jenn. Oh! Oh! Ah!? Your hand feels good, warm. Soft. Just? Please don’t tell dad or mom about the sex; dad would probably take a plane over and blow the guy’s brains out if he knew. Mom might explode his shop.”, and you get another smile before having her return the tiny peck on the lip… they tasted like peach.
You were fonder of cherry but you did love peaches too.
Screw it. So you planted another quick peck on your crazy if very nice newest sister’s lips and got a last little smile from her.
Even if you didn’t have any romantic feelings for the tall and tanned girl next to you; not really? Above all else, Veela craved love. Affection of any sort.
You were far enough down the line that you could even have male children, as could Emmy, yet you still manifested some of those desires, and were a lot like a magpie.
Wished, wanted, and desired to make things, people, or even school subjects ‘yours’… thankfully no cloaca; bird-girl joke. Heh. Those feelings were a gift from your mother, alongside her teaching you and your little twin to to read, write, do math, speak French, cook, and more; things you cherished since even if you doted on daddy a little more?
