I was a pretty sensitive kid and I would usually start crying too because I knew something was wrong, but I didn't know what to do. She was crying and she snuggled up with me and she wouldn't tell me what was wrong. Once my sister woke me up knocking on the car window and wanted in. My brother would always fight me for the blankets so I would usually wind up grabbing one and sleeping in the station wagon. I was little enough that I never thought this was weird. My older brother and I would share one cot and my dad and sister would share the other.
Dad worked in a gun shop so he new all these outdoorsy guys. We would stay in a cabin that my dad's friend owned in Idaho near lake pend oreille. Dad would always threaten to leave us in the woods until we straightened up. My sister usually sat up front and my brother and I would fight like brothers do in the back seat. Mom would stay at home, Dad would pack everything up and my older brother and sister and me would go with him. My family used to go camping a lot in the summer.
This is the story I told her and now she doesn't ask anymore. My wife was upset once that I never talked about my past. I thought I would post about me and my sister when we were little. I've seen a lot of incest posts here, some fake, some seem more real.
