Within The Family - Part 1
Hello ISS Readers. This is David Jones aka David Rajan, and this is my story. I hope you enjoy it. This is the story of how it all began. This is about my first sexual experience which also turned out to be my first incest experience. Let me tell you a little about me and my family. This may bore you a little but it is vital to the story. I was born to two environmental scientists living and working in Galway, Ireland. Actually, my dad was an Indian who fell in love with a British girl(my mom) while studying in Ireland. They then married and had two kids, my sister, Diana, and me. My sister is 2 years older than me. When I was just two years old, my parents died in a car crash while returning from a wedding in Dublin. Both my sister and I escaped with just minor injuries. Since we didn’t have any close Indian relatives as my dad’s family did not want to accept a white girl into their household, my parents had stated in their will that we be given to my mom’s sister, Linda, who was living in Liverpool, England, with her husband, Jim. Since they didn’t have kids of their own, they welcomed us and took care of us as their own kids. They even insisted that we call them mom and dad, so we wouldn’t feel weird about our adoption and also so we would get over our parents’ death faster. We were renamed David and Diana Jones, making us a part of the Jones’ family. Alright, now, if you must know where this is going, this is the starting point of the sexual adventure. Now, the way of the Jones was slightly different from the Indian way of upbringing, which is how I would have been brought up had my parents not died. The Jones way of living was to show as much skin as possible in the short summer season we had. So, I was quite used to skin, as I saw it often on my mom and sister from a young age. I will be referring to my aunt as mom from now. My mom was a fitness freak. My uncle was a businessman who earned a lot but traveled a lot. So he built a mansion with all facilities for us. My aunt used to exercise everyday in her sports bra and tiny shorts. We had a tennis court in which my mom and sister used to play in short skirts. We had a swimming pool, so I often saw both my mom and sister in bikinis. Also, my mom used to bathe me and my sister at the same time, so I saw her completely nude almost everyday when we were young. Then suddenly it stopped. The skin show continued, but mom started to bathe me alone and my sister had baths on her own. This was during the first year of her junior cycle, which is equal to seventh standard in Indian terms. This confused me, but I didn’t ask. Around a year and a half later, I was introduced to the world of pornography. It started with my friend’s brother’s deck of cards which had photos of nude girls behind it. This went on to magazines and comics and finally ended in videos. I was addicted to porn and masturbation(which I incidentally discovered while watching porn). Watching all this made me look at my mom and sister differently. I started finding things that I thought were normal till then sexually arousing now. I started staring at my mom’s body whenever she was in her sports bra or bikini. I stared at my mom’s and sister’s body whenever they wore a low cut blouse or a short skirt. At first I thought it was wrong and cursed myself for feeling this way. By then, my mom decided to move to India as most of my dad’s work was in India, and moving to India meant we would see dad more often than in the UK. We moved to the peaceful South Indian city of Coimbatore, away from Bangalore, where most of my biological dad’s relatives lived. There, in school, when I joined, my new Indian friends introduced me to ISS. As I started reading ISS, I slowly moved to the Incest section. Then, I realised that there were a lot of people like me who fantasized about their moms and aunts and sisters. This re-ignited my lust for my mom and sister, especially my sister, as I had seen her nude before and wanted to see her again. Thankfully, moving to India didn’t change my mom’s and sister’s dressing. In fact, as India was hotter, lesser and more revealing clothes were worn most of the time. This excited me but I was getting tired of just looking and masturbating. I wanted to do something. One hot summer day, my mom had gone out with her friends for lunch and shopping. My sister and I decided to go to the pool for a swim. I went in and my sister joined after me. My sister had kind of distanced herself from me ever since puberty. We didn’t have the kiddish wrestling and hugging and rolling after her boobs grew. But that day, we were both in a really playful mood. She started pulling my leg and I pulled hers in return. This went on and we started wrestling in the water. In the process of wrestling she hit me in the chest. Without thinking I retaliated by whacking her boobs. I immediately realised what I had done and apologised. She said, “It’s ok.” But she stopped after that and went and sat on the pool stairs. But what I had done felt amazing for me. Her boobs felt so soft in my hands. I wanted to do that again. I thought that I had to do something that day. So, I slowly went and sat next to her. Then hesitantly I started the conversation that changed my life: Me: Hey! Did it hurt?(Playing the innocent card) Diana: No! I’m fine! Me: Can I ask you something? Diana: Sure. Me: Promise that you’ll keep this a secret. Diana: Sure! What did you do now? Me: No…. It’s nothing of that sort… It’s just I wanted to ask you….. Diana: Ask me what?! Me: Why did we suddenly stop bathing together?(Still playing innocent) Diana: Things changed…. Me: What changed? Diana: Mm… I dunno how I should tell this to you…. Me: Just tell me. I can catch up. Diana: Well…. I became a woman…. Once you do that you grow stuff and you can’t have baths with guys… Me: What stuff? Diana: Well…. You know….