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My sister Ellie was two years younger than me and the summer after she graduated from high school the secretary at our church in our small hometown went on a maternity leave and Ellie replaced her. It didn’t take long for the preacher to get his pecker up her butthole. We weren’t hillbillies but cornholing was a polite and respectful way to have sex, Ellie could remain a virgin and not have to worry about getting preggers. She was quite happy to do it and to accept the belt-whippings that went along with it. She’d never had any kind of sex. She was very hairy, she even had a hairy asshole, and the preacher said it was her sinful habit of touching herself that had made her so hairy. When she was saved they would run off together and get married and become missionaries in Africa. For better or worse, escort before that happened the church secretary’s husband found out who the real daddy of his wife’s child was and when the preacher got out of the hospital he quietly left town all alone. That fall Ellie became a freshman at my small university and I was soon on familiar terms with her anal passage and then, when she was safely on the pill, we did it in her lovehole. I’m six feet tall and she was five nine and very skinny. She was pretty, though not sexy looking, with the same dark brown hair and green eyes as me, very small breasts, a cute buttinski, and her bush was long and thick and covered her lower belly and hung down between her legs. One Saturday we were in bed in my dorm room and she was getting herself off bayan escort and told me it was her “self-love” problem that had caused her furry beaver. I asked where she came up with that theory and that was where I learned about the preacher. When I got over my shock I told her she got her hairiness from Dad’s side of the family. It was genetic and not caused by sin, and I was more like Mom’s side. Ellie said I certainly didn’t get my tiny tail from Dad’s side because he was big. She said sometimes he went down to the basement and jacked off over a girlie magazine and she’d seen him pounding his pud. Which brought up an interesting subject because when Mom left us and moved back home to her parents in the city our Aunt Lucy moved in and shared Dad’s bed. She was Dad’s youngest escort bayan sister and became like a mom to us. Even though I had the hots for my sis I really didn’t want to think Dad and Aunt Lucy were in love. It seemed to me Dad jacking off over a magazine might mean he wasn’t getting any from Lucy. Ellie reminded me that although I was getting all the nookie I wanted on Saturday mornings I still beat my meat all the time and, besides, she knew Dad knocked on Lucy’s back door because she had smelled it on them. There is no mistaking the scent of mad passionate buttlove. One weekend Ellie went home and Saturday morning she awoke with a spider bite on her leg. We had black widows in our neck of the woods and she was concerned. Aunt Lucy was out and Dad was in the living room watching cartoons. She put on her robe and then had an idea and pinched herself hard on her inner thigh and went downstairs. She told Dad she had been bitten twice by a spider and he freaked out and wanted to take her to the emergency room, twenty miles away.