It went in me and I'm no bigger than you. There! It looks like you just went past the hymen. It's starting to go deeper. Bounce up and down a little to grease it up some. It will help. That's the way. Up, down, up, down. Getting better?"

When I wake up in the morning to my girlfriend laying there next to me, I am vigilant about what is going on inside of me.I’ve trained myself to recognize the obligated little boy when he shows up. The chattering conversation actually starts in my body. The words in my mind are toxic. The toxic conversation with myself is in my throat and in my arms. There is an almost nondescript wanting to vomit deep down in my stomach.

The next night I put my daughter to bed in her room and went in the other room to fold laundry. About 15 minutes later I turn around, my daughter is standing there, pale, tears down her cheek begging to sleep in my bed again. She tells me there is something in her room, she feels and hears it coming up to her while she is lying down. She describes it as like it's breathing on her and smelling her. From that night on, with the exception of her friends spending the night, she sleeps with me. The spirit you and your children have seen is not a demon or a deceased murderer. His name looks to me like it might be "Rodney" or "Rod", possibly his middle name is "Paul", though I am unclear about that part. Oh god whatever for, he's so shy and reserved things might not go the way we were thinking they might." I said. Fast forward about three weeks, and I was dying to taste my sister again. No porn could satisfy me, so I was pretty much constantly anxious from blue balls. Hell yea!" she exclaimed "Aren't you? A week of fun in the sun on a tropical island! Sounds amazing to me."Perhaps the humid night helped, perhaps my sister had started an erotic dream. Whatever it was, she became wetter and I was able to get half my seven inches inside. From time to time, even now, my dog will get very scared, start shaking, growling and barking, but I would find nothing. When she acts like that she is afraid and won't go into the room where she is directing her attention. Sometimes it's the living room, dining room, or foyer. She won't wake up. She has these awful migraine headaches, so every afternoon she takes a whole bunch of pills and zonks out for a couple of hours. She's so out of it that she never wakes up, no matter what, until around six. I've gone all through her dresser and a lot of shit she won't normally let me do and she has never once woke up." I pulled out just as the first spurts started, unloading my ropes on her pussy lips and butt, some falling onto the sheet below her glistening pussy. Pulse after pulse, hot and gooey, until I was spent. I congratulated myself on my achievement, then reality bit hard. I'd just shot all over my sister and she was gonna notice. What to do? No real tragedies to report. Yet, life can feel overwhelming sometimes, especially to a small child. Any child.