How I Solved My Nightmares (futa/lolicon, incest)

Story by srb

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This story contains futa/loli, lolicon, oral, slight ncon, impreg, incest

How I Solved My Nightmares

Okay, I’m in trouble. And I don’t mean like, you know I broke a window trouble, or I stole a tube of lipstick trouble, or I dropped out of school trouble, or even I got caught with a bag of drugs trouble. I mean a huge pile of big, big trouble.

Sorry, I know it’s kind of a bad way to start out like that, but it’s true. And now I’ve got a ton of free time on my hands, because of it, so I want to explain it. Gramma insists that I do something with my time, so I wanted to write. At least this way I can search the web when she’s not looking. I kind of have to anyway, there’s so much I’ve got to learn now. And I thought going to normal school was bad.

I should probably start from the beginning. He-he, I read a story that started that way once, so I guess I’ll use it. But what beginning? Err, that doesn’t make sense, I mean, at what point in time should I call the beginning.

Well about a year and a half ago, my sister, oh her name’s Nina, her and her girlfriend got engaged. Sis popped the question, by the way, if you were interested. And her girlfriend Mary said yes. It was so awesome, and I’m so happy for them. We live in Massachusetts, so they can get married legally and everything. I even get to be the maid of honor! It was so perfect… For them. For me, it was terrible. I know that sounds awful, like I’m some self centered spoiled brat, but I’ll explain. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you.

Okay, don’t, like, treat me like a little kid. I’m not a little kid, okay? I’m thirteen years old, but I have these problems. See, I have anxiety, really bad anxiety. Like, I have to take medication for it and I’m still shaking. I mean, not all the time, you know. I’m sorry, I suck at explaining it. I have these medications I take that are supposed to help, and they do during the day, but that’s not my problem.

See, my parents are gone. They died driving home one day, like, right outside of my home. And me and sis were the first people to see them, you know, dying. I watched the crash with my own eyes. So I get these nightmares. Bad nightmares. I’ve gone to therapy and everything, but I can’t help it. At least once a week I wake up in the middle of the night with these panic attacks. I can barely breathe, I’m shaking, I’m covered in sweat, sometimes I wonder if this is gonna be the time when I’m gonna die. I know I’m not, but it’s scary.

So anyway, that’s important, but it’s not really the story I wanted to write out. But I don’t know how to explain it really without telling you that. I guess it all started back ten months ago. It was about a week before my sister was going to move out

So anyway, that night, I was sitting around at dinner with Nina. Gramma was there, trying to make dinner. Oh yeah, me and sis live with her now, have ever since our parents died. Most of the time Nina and me did everything we could to make it easier for her, but she was stubborn. Oops, maybe I should delete that. You know what, I don’t want her to read this anyway, I’ll keep it in. But yeah, Gramma is um, well she’s old. I mean she does good for seventy eight years old, but she’s not in perfect shape, you know? So we try to do what we can, but she insists on making breakfast every morning and dinner every night. We’ve even tried to make dinner for her, but she gets insulted. But we do the dishes, and clean up, so we’re trying. It’s not easy when the person you want to help can ground you, just for helping! So unfair…

Anyway, I couldn’t forget that night if I wanted to. It was Friday night, I remember that because the whole week had been a heat wave, and I was actually going to miss school for once, just because of the AC. We were all sitting down to a nice chicken dinner. And somehow we got to talking about sis moving out, right after grace. Gramma always had

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