Usually I hate looking young for my age. People never believe that I’m
18, which is so frustrating but lately my baby face has been like my super power.
Like, the other night my dad was
screaming, “Why is there never any hot
water for my shower? Why is the massage setting always on full blast?” I said,
all innocent, “It’s Mum. She needs it for
her bad back.” He totally believed me.
Now I can keep spending hours in there
spraying my clit. It feels so good!
A couple days later my brother Brad pulled me into his room and whispered, “Gemma, did you happen to see
any, um, grown-up magazines anywhere?” I shook my head. “No, but I
heard Mum saying something about filth
being in her house, and Dad being in big
trouble.” Brad will never find his
pornos in my old toy chest. LOL
The best thing happened when my mum noticed a certain something
was missing from her underwear drawer. She made
me leave the kitchen so
she could discuss a “delicate topic” with my stupid
older step-sister Chloe, who
never lets anybody borrow
anything and is also a
massive liar.
I could hear Chloe crying
“I swear I didn’t take it!” as I
closed the door to my bedroom and clicked Mum’s vibrator on high. She won’t
guess it was me that stole
it in a million years. She
thinks I’m a virgin!
That reminds me—it’s
time for my “cello lesson”
with my tutor,
Mr. Peters. I just hope his
wife never asks me
for a performance. ;)
BINABASA MO ANG
Innocence Lost
RomanceConfessions of a young mind. Stories of the time you borrowed your mum's vibrator. The time you had with sisters boyfriend. Skinny dipping in the neighbours pool.
