Hiiiii, Im Z£cy!!!! I was very active on here months ago on a different account.
For anyone who wants to r££€port me, be so kind and dont do it, just dont. Im safe and sound and have been doing this for years, I’m not harming anyone and this is the only thing that keeps me from ending it <3
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🎀I love mæ@ps, p€€$dos and 0lder měn!!
And I like to share my trauma🎀
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First touch with stepd☆d || “Fantasy”🔍
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Stepd☆d started quite slowly, I often laid on the couch with him and cuddled up to his side, he was my big bear after all.
He would massage my legs and thighs, but never in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.
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At the start he took my hand and just put it on his cr☆tch, asking me how much I knew about boys. I remember that he had his hand over mine and gently pressed down and r☆bbed it, we chatted a bit about what I thought about boys my age and what I knew from s☆x educ☆tion at school.
It got more and more as the weeks went on, he kneed my b☆tt almost p☆infully, I didn't think much of it as he did the same with my ☆lder brother.
Then he started to put my hand on his underwe☆r and soon underneath them too. It took much longer for him to actually show me it.
We also kis☆ed a lot, but where I come from, it's normal to kiss close relatives goodbye on the lips.
I was and an still a sm☆rt kid, I've often heard that the way I dealt with the trauma was related to that. So even though I had a sense of it and was educated about it, it still confused me because logically it's d☆d.
One time when my m☆m was sitting on the couch too, I did the same thing, he was wearing pretty tight work shorts so I tried to get through his pocket and t☆uch him. I remember him laughing with my mom and clutch☆ng my wrist so h☆rd I almost cried just from that, what really hurt me was that instead of praising me, he m☆cked me.
He and my m☆ther were quick to jump on the fact that I was a pervert and even joked that he'd better lock the door at night ... and that my br☆thers better stay away.
I hid under the table in the garage for the rest of the day, and when he found me I felt like he was a completely different man, no sweet words, no cuddles, he just pulled me into the house and upstairs by my h☆ir and threw me in my crib - yes, I still had one of those, I don't know if we were too broke, they just didn't care or because it was some kind of c☆ge, even if I could have climbed out at that age, I mostly didn't.
I remained his favorite, I never saw him act like that around any of the others, God forbid, my little si☆ter. But it wasn't nice anymore, more clinical.
And even worse, I lost my favorite spot at the dinner table to my little sister, that's a story in itself >:(
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