Last month, my sister came home to visit for the holidays. It’s been just me and my parents at the house since August- this was her first semester away at college, so having her back home was nice. We drank eggnog, made a fire in the fireplace, and shared laughs around the Christmas tree. It was really a magical holiday season.
My sister is hot as fuck. Her and I have always had a little bit of sexual tension- maybe it was just in my head, but growing up we were always super competitive and used to butt heads over all kinds of stuff, and I always felt like we were just one provocative comment away from something happening.
A few days ago, my mom and dad left the house for a few hours to go visit some family friends- my sister and I stayed home and my parents said they would be back later that night. So it was just me and my sister, alone, all day, in our PJs, hanging out and bantering like we do. She was wearing a loose t-shirt, pajama pants, and these little fluffy Christmas socks our mom had bought her, and she invited me to put together a puzzle with her in the living room. I was horny as fuck and I knew it was now or never, so I decided it was finally time to put the moves on my sister- but first, I knew she had to be convinced that incest was morally permissible. I smiled, knowing that with the supreme arguments of my favorite streamer Destiny on my side, I would be unstoppable.
I asked her if she minded if I put on a video in the background, and she said sure. So I started to look up the Destiny incest debate on the living room TV. “Incest debate...?” She looked at me quizzically. “Ha ha, y-yeah, it’s a pretty good example of why our... um... moral intuitions often like, don’t stand up to ethical scrutiny,” I stammered, wiping the sweat from my brow, quickly trying to type in Destiny’s name in the search bar and hit enter. I started playing the video as she dumped the puzzle out of the box and we started to piece it together. Being alone with my sister was already making me rock hard, but with Destiny on the TV, his lighting fast voice already owning the stupid normie who dared to debate him, I was nearly about to fire off a splooge harpoon in my pants. We put the puzzle together without talking, only listening to the video. As it went on, her look changed from surprised, to confused, to flustered. I could tell she was really absorbing it. She was staring at a puzzle piece in her hand, rotating it around between her fingers, when she finally broke the silence. “So... what is with this Destiny guy?” she asked, not looking away from the puzzle piece. “Why is he trying to argue in defense of incest? Isn’t that kinda fucked up? I mean,” she shot a glance at me, then returned to analyzing the puzzle piece in her hands. “Incest is wrong,” she finished. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself just as much as she was trying to convince me. I cleared my throat. “Well,” I started, “it’s actually very difficult to formulate a sound ethical argument against incest itself. You can make tangential arguments against the morality of possible side effects that incest may have, but these arguments have nothing to do with the incestuous act itself being wrong.” Yes, I thought to myself. A solid and concise argument. Destiny would be proud. And that’s all it took- my sister and I locked eyes for a moment, then she lunged for me and started making out with me, hard. “Anon,” she said in between gasps, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I was in high school.” She started tearing my shirt off of me. “The only thing stopping me was that I thought it violated my axiomatic moral framework. After watching this Destiny video, I realize it doesn’t.” “Really??” I asked her. This was all happening so fast, I didn’t have time to process it. “He’s right,” she continued frantically, sliding my pants down around my ankles. “With the vast majority of axioms people base their moral systems on, incest does not actually violate any of them. Any unintended consequences that come from incest are not actually inherent to the act of incest itself, and can all be avoided with the proper precautions!” she exclaimed. With that, she started going down on me, and I leaned back and smiled up at the still-playing Destiny video, knowing I owed this all to my hero, Steven Kenneth Bonnell II. I knew all along that having the ins and outs of his arguments memorized would one day result in me having real-life intercourse with my sister. That day, I had the best sex of my life. The best part is, no one ever found out, she didn’t get pregnant, and it didn’t tear our nuclear family apart. No unintended moral consequences- just pure, sweet incest.
Thank you, Destiny. And thank you d.gg community for always being there for me. I owe this to all of you.
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Several women in this group have blocked me on Facebook for contacting them privately. You know...heh....the irony is that whenever I contact my fellow men from this group I am generally met with an enthusiastic response. I wonder why that is....
I could use my status within this group to humiliate all of you. But I'm a gentleman and the torment it would put you through does not comply with my ethics. You skanks know who you are, and if you're even capable of reading this, here were my true intentions. Hopefully you'll come around to changing your mind about me (if you're not a complete idiot that is).
First off, yes I'll admit I find some of you pretty attractive. I am a normal, healthy, biological male. Of course I'm attracted to women, and that should be seen as a compliment. That does not automatically mean my intentions were to sleep with you. I don't understand how the words 'Hi, how are you?' gets translated into 'Hi, do you have a boyfriend?' When we started having a conversation in one of the threads did I precede my comment with 'Hi, sorry I'm already attracted to someone else?'Sure, maybe some day after getting to know each other a bit more, an infatuation might develop and we could start dating. But women these days seem to think that hetero men are incapable of having a platonic relationship with the other sex.
To the girl who showed her dad my message and made him call the cops: Do you have any idea just how ironic that is? I was trying to explain to you how Atwood's 'The Handmaid's Tale' has been severely misinterpreted by third wave feminists. And then you convinced a man to apply authoritarian powers on me, merely for the fact that I am a male. It turns out that men can also be oppressed in society, as was Atwood's intended message of her novel.
To the girl who called me an 'incel' for trying to discuss Nabokov's magnum opus 'Lolita': Your lame feminist buzzwords have no bearing on my mental health. Do you really think I like it based solely around the hebophilia? I would encourage you to read it , as the prose is magnificent. But judging by your less than impressive vocabulary, I doubt you would be able to understand it.
To the girl who called me a loser and said I was trying to show off because I said you should read Tolstoy's epic 'War and Peace': I wasn't aware that reading something was suddenly a huge achievement. The fact that I wanted you to read it meant that I believed you were the rare type of woman who could endure such a lengthy piece of literature. The irony is that later in another thread I saw you talking about how you read all the Harry Potter books before you turned 12. It's plainly obvious to see that you view the arts in the most superficial way possible. There's no way I would ever date someone like that.
To all the other girls who haven't responded or have been a bit timid in their replies, please don't take this post the wrong way. As you can see I didn't tag any of the women who wronged me on this post, and I will always respect your decision no matter how misguided it may be. As you can tell, my interests are mainly in the high arts, and I can guarantee you that at the very least you will end up having a very compatible and knowledgable friend.
No, they don't.
Have you ever been to Mexico? Some places there are nice but on the whole, it's a very depressing and dismal place to be. I can't imagine living there for more than a day or two at most, and nowhere but a hotel in that circumstance.
I have been to "the streets" several times, though, and know a fair bit about the goings-on of the major players there - even joined one of the local gangs (just for show, I didn't want any cuts or anything, it was purely symbolic) - and I have never once heard the term "Mexican handshake" used. Maybe you're just familiar with a more run-down or worse neighborhood than I am, but I'm pretty confident of my knowledge in these things (I tend to have more casual knowledge than most people just as a result of my relatively wide range of places I've traveled to and the cultures I've experienced)
So yeah, I think all of us would appreciate if, both for accuracy and for integrity, you didn't just try to make up slang words to sound cool for people on the internet, and only speak from the experience you actually have, as I try to do. Other than that, I hope you have a great day, and hope that no one asks your opinion on a subject in which you lack expertise, for I fear that there will be a situation later where your insufficiently truthful information will likely malign their ability to know as much accurate information as possible, and may therefore worsen decision making.
Edit: I seem to be getting brigaded by several hundred alt accounts of u/Johnnadawearsglasses simply because I called him out for his lack of real world knowledge. Instead of actually learning, he chooses to hide my actual experience and factual information. To everyone: please stop downshaking me. It only serves to silence me further, hiding valuable information about the state of cultural life in Mexico, and allowing misinformation to be spread. This is antithetical to all principles I hold sacred, and it must cease immediately. Thank you.
Ok, if you didn’t know this I should probably tell you. I am uncircumcised, and with me still having my foreskin it feels better to yank my hog. So I have a little routine of jacking off everyday around 11 pm at night. It was around 9:45 pm when I was feeling a little Horny. I was on Nikocado Avocado’s OnlyFans and I must say, it got the better of me. So I just started tugging my meat sword before my usual routine. There’s nothing wrong with that, a premature coom session, it’s all good. So I was jelking my prize hog when all of a we sudden I noticed that my door was still open. I knew that since I started masturbaiting earlier then usual that my family would still be awake. So I get up from my bed and walk to my door still jerking off and I get to my door. I’m just about to close the door when all of a sudden my prankster of a step sister slams my bedroom door shut. And that’s when a sudden sharp pain hits me and I look down and see that my foreskin has gotten caught in the door as it slammed. Holy shit it fucking hurt, my fucking dick felt like it was gonna fall off. Then when I think shit can’t get worse. My step sister started banging on my door demanding that she come inside my room. The banging was making it worse. I shouted “GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” but she didn’t listen. She kept banging on the door and that’s when my pain grew into pleasure. It was basically like my foreskin was being rubbed by the doors banging. “Oh shit, that feels really good” I thought. It was like I was fucking my door, it was the best feeling of my life. I wanted to scream and moan In pleasure, but my sister was on the other end of the door. Then right when I was about to bust my sister said “ Fine, I’m just gonna come in anyway”. She opened the door, but It was too late. I busted a fat nut all over her face. She started screaming and she ran away to the bathroom. God, I felt so embarrassed. Despite that, fucking that door was amazing. 10/10 would recommend.
Can we keep the sexual posts to a fucking minimum guys? My parents stumbled on this sub the other day and now I'm not even allowed to access Reddit anymore because of the sex talk they saw in here. This is not a peepee, poopoo and vajayjay fun house. We are not heathens whose only role in life is to fornicate and laugh about fornication and then ejaculate that nonsense, spurting and spewing this so called "humor" on each other like animals. This is a place of worship. Meme worship. God is not pleased with you all. Repent.
