Little One’s Secret Memories Part 1

This is my story.
Feel as you will – Think as you may.
This is my story.
Judge me not for writing – Judge yourself for reading.
This is MY story.
This story is written by me.
This story is written as I remember my life.
I am a woman.
This is my story.

What you will find if not in this segment, in some segment of this story:

Older men, young girl(s) – Beastiality – First time – Pregnancy – Exhibitionism – Voyeurism – Public Places – Group
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Earliest Memories:

I lay awake in my crib, silent, listening to the darkness. Something is missing. Something isn’t right. I snuggle into my teddy bear feeling a little better, but still missing something very important. I simply don’t know what it is I’m missing.

I roll to the side, and try to see through the darkness. I know there is a bed against the wall. Is my sister in the bed? I can’t tell. I strain to listen for her breathing. I don’t know. I close my eyes, snuggle my teddy bear, pull the blanket up and try to go back to sleep.

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Morning noises wake me. Sister is getting ready for school now. I remember waking in the night feeling like something was missing. This isn’t the first time I’ve felt this way. I wake every night feeling like something important is missing. I start to climb out of the crib letting everyone know I’m awake, but try to be quiet so no one gets angry at me. Sister pours me breakfast then heads out the door. She doesn’t say a word. We both know what happens when people get angry at us.

This is almost every night and every morning for as long as I could remember – which apparently couldn’t have been all that long if I’m still in a crib. Not much happens during the day when sister isn’t home. Television is on with adult boring stuff. Adults do boring adult stuff. Sometimes I go out to play and sometimes I don’t. Same thing every day really.

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The crib goes away and they give me a small bed. They bring the crib back, and there’s a new little girl in the crib. This is my new little sister I’m told. She’s a very tiny baby and sleeps alot. I can’t wait for her to get older so we can play together.

I don’t get to see much of big sister or little sister. The adults make me play in the yard, or in the basement toy room, or sit and watch tv. Little sister is too little to play the adults say. Go find something else to do the adults say. Big sister isn’t around much during the day anymore. When she comes home at night, she’s too tired to talk and usually takes a bath and goes to bed.

I see big sister getting fat again. She hates being fat. Every time she gets fat she eats very little and does more exercising. It doesn’t seem to help. She just keeps getting bigger and bigger. Little sister goes in a play pen, or in a walker, or in her own special play room. The adults don’t let me play with her.

Night time again, I wake up in the middle of the night feeling lonely, and lost, and empty. I don’t understand why. I have baby sister in the middle of the room. I have big sister at the far end of the room. I shouldn’t feel lonely.

I crawl out of bed and go to sister’s bed. The adult man is in bed with her.

“Sister feeling lonely too?” I whisper trying not to wake up the baby.

“Yes, now go back to bed,” big sister says sounding angry.

“Now, is that any way to treat her? She’s having a bad night. We can snuggle her too,” says the man lifting the blanket for me to climb in.

“You shoulda gone back to bed, stupid girl,” big sister mumbles and rolls over to face the wall.

“Now, now, be nice,” says the man laying between us. “Why don’t you snuggle up to her back, and I’ll snuggle up to your back,” he says helping me climb over him. I lay facing sister and put my arm around her. He presses up against me, lifts my leg a bit, presses something between my legs up against my slit, then puts his arm around both of us squeezing us close.

Sisters leg opens wrapping over both of us. They gently rock back and forth making me feel sleepy. I feel contentedly snuggled and drift off to sleep again listening to the breathing of sister, and him and rocking gently with them.

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Time goes by, sister gets really really fat, then goes away for a little while, and comes back skinny again. I get a bigger bed. Little sister gets my little bed. The crib goes away. I still never get a chance to play with big sister or little sister. The adults don’t let us play together.

We don’t go to bed at the same time so when it’s time for me to go to bed, little sister is already sleeping. I really wish I could play with her.

Another night, I wake up. I feel like there’s a part of me missing. I feel like there’s something important missing. I’m really starting to hate night times. I get up and go over to sisters bed.

“Go back to bed, brat!” she hisses.

I don’t know why she’s so angry all the time. I don’t know why she hates me now. He comes in as I’m going back to bed.

“Aww, another bad night?” he whispers picking me up. His hands go under my night gown and rub my bum and back.

“Yes,” I nod but it’s dark so he probably can’t see me nod.

“She being mean to you again?” he asks.

“No,” I lie. I don’t want to get her into trouble. Trouble would be very very bad.

“Would you like to snuggle up like we did a long time ago?” he asks carrying me over to my bed.

“She can snuggle me,” sister whispers.

“That’s a good girl,” he says and lays me down with sister. She rolls over to face the wall, I roll over to face her. He lifts my leg, snuggles close to me, presses something up against me again, closes my leg, wraps his arm around me and sister and squeezes us close.

She opens her leg like last time wrapping us both up with it and they both start to rock. The rocking, and gentle breathing soon has me drifting off to sleep again.

I wake up hearing a bird singing outside. It’s still dark out. I’m near the wall now and sister is behind me. I roll over to face sister. She’s sleeping. He’s sleeping too. His arm is wrapped tight around her. I hear little sister rolling over.

Big sister starts to rock back and forth in her sleep. I roll back over and press my back up against her hoping her rocking will put me back to sleep. His hand slides down her belly and tickles my bum while the rocking and sleepy breathing helps me go back to sleep.

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Days pass, nights, happen. Sometimes I try to snuggle sister, sometimes I just lay alone. Sometimes he’s there snuggling us, sometimes he’s not. Sometimes when he snuggles us, he makes me take my panties off, sometimes he doesn’t. Sister gets fat and gets skinny and gets fat and gets skinny. Two new babies come into the home, but they don’t sleep in our room. They sleep in the adults room.

We don’t have any more room in here for more beds. Sister has a big bed. I have a middle bed. Little sister has a middle bed. He comes into our room a lot more now. Sometimes, he sits on the edge of my bed. His hand caresses my face. Sometimes, he takes the blanket off me and slides my night gown up. I like feeling his hands touching my bare skin so I sleepily move to help take my nightgown off.

Sometimes, his hands just rub my belly, chest, sides and arms. Sometimes, he takes my panties off too and rubs my legs just lightly touching my slit and up my belly again. Sometimes he kisses my belly and my chest. Sometimes I’m laying on my belly when I feel him start to take off the blanket and then my nightgown. Sometimes, he sits on my bed almost laying down, and cradles me into his lap after he takes off my clothes.

When he cradles me in his lap, I feel something soft and big between my legs and open my legs a little. He slides a hand down my chest, then down my belly to between my legs and presses the big thing against me.

Sometimes, he lays down with me after taking off all my clothes and I feel his fingers between my legs. I can’t stop my legs from opening for his fingers to touch me. I like how it feels. I look forward to him coming in the night to touch me.

Sometimes, if I’m laying on my back when he undresses me, he opens my legs wide, lays down between them, and kisses my slit. When he does that, he opens my slit up and kisses a special place that makes me feel very good. I like when he kisses me there. Sometimes he licks it and makes me feel even better. He stops just before I feel like I have to pee though.

Sometimes, if I’m laying on my belly, he tucks my legs up far under me so my bare bum is up in the air. He kisses my bum and my slit like that, and then sometimes I feel the soft big warm thing sliding up and down my slit. It makes me start to sweat down there, but it feels so nice.

Sister seems to hate me more and more with every day.


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Morning comes and there are visitors in the dining room. Two tall men are sitting at the table with the other adults. Their voices are soft and gentle. Their eyes are kind. I eat my breakfast silently then go off to the other room. I do not listen to what the adults talk about. It’s never been interesting to me to listen to what adults say.

“Come, little one, time to get dressed for today. It’s going to be a special day for you,” the adult woman says to me taking me by the hand. She is elderly, and walks a bit funny, humped over and slow. Her hair is long and white and hangs down over her shoulders flowing almost to her knees. I take her hand and follow her to the back room.

I have never been in this room. I look around at the racks and racks of clothes I have never seen before. Some are sparkly and some are see-through. Some are long and some are very very small.

“We’ll pick out a few different outfits, have a bath, then try them on to see how they look,” the woman said.

“Ok,” I said still in awe looking at all the pretty clothes around me.

We go to the bathroom and the water is already run for a bubble bath. She has me look in the long mirror on the wall as she takes off my pajamas.

“Do you have to use the toilet before you get in the bath?” She asks.

“Yes,” I say knowing if I didn’t I would only have to get back out of the tub and go, and that always made her angry. I don’t like making her angry. It leads to bad things.

“Ok, go ahead,” She said and turns around so I can use the toilet. I finish, wipe myself, flush, and turn to wash my hands. She turns around and nods in approval at me.

“Ready for bath now?” She asked. I nodded and she lifted me into the tub which was just a bit warmer than I’m used to. I don’t complain. I don’t dare every complain.

We don’t talk while she washes my hair, shoulders, arms, back, chest and belly. I watch in the long wall mirror as her soapy hands wash me.

“Ok, it’s stand up time,” she says and helps me stand up. “Open up so we can wash you clean,” she says, and I know she means put one foot on the side of the tub to open my legs wide so she can wash between my legs from front to back.

I’m sure I’m big enough to wash myself, but I like how it feels when she does it. She opens up my lips down there and washes everything. I especially like when she pinches and presses my magic button when she washes me. Today she is washing me especially slowly. Her fingers feel like they are tickling me inside my belly as she spends extra time washing between my legs.

“That’s a very good girl,” She praises as she continues to rub there. “Time to turn around and grab your ankles so I can wash your bottom.” She instructs and I do as she says.

She opens my bum cheeks wide and runs her soapy fingers up and down my crack putting some pressure on my bum hole with each pass. I know enough to relax as much as possible so she can wash me thoroughly. I know she’s going to press a finger inside me soon and make sure I’m all clean inside there too.

She presses her finger inside me and rolls it around. I feel my body relax to let her in then tighten as always around her finger.