I still have some of the pictures that my half-brother took. They are mostly shots of me at 15 or 16, adopting poses which are a bizarre cross between Wuthering Heights and Page Three. But there is a much earlier one in which the pathos is tangible.
Most people would think it was odd for a boy to be ramming his big hard prick into his little sister's sopping pussy until he fountained his sperm into her unprotected womb. But I didn't. You see, I was that sister. Let me tell you the story, and then maybe you'll understand. In , our parents lived on a small farm in Wyoming, and our closest neighbors were 40 miles away.