Playing “Wifey”

My brother waited until mom, and dad were gone, to show me their dirty pictures on the computer.

He said he was going to show me “a game,” so I thought it was a video game, and I asked him “Not a killer game,” because he liked video games with chainsaws, guns, and lasers, and monsters to shoot like Doom. I didn’t want to see that kinds of stuff, but he promised, it was nothing like that.

The computer was downstairs, and dialup, so we had to wait. Then, he got on the internet, and typed “double you, double you…” Out loud, and then Wifey.net came up. It was a whole page of pictures of couples smiling for the camera together, and he scrolled down.

“Is that mom, and dad?”

“Yeah, they play on this site, too. You wanna see?” I nodded, so he clicked on the picture, but then it was just mommy. She was dressed for bed and standing up in her bathroom door, so I could see the medicine cabinet behind her when she moved, but she pulled her robe open to show her boob, and her nipple was showing through the lace in her nightie.

I’d seen it, when she got it for Christmas, and she blushed when she held it up over the box, then put it back down. She told dad he was so bad, for getting her something so light, and short for her to wear to bed, but she got him a digital camera. It had a little color screen in the back, so it must’ve been really expensive, but that ment he didn’t have to look through the tiny window in the top like a film camera, or open up the back to change the film, or hold the motor to roll the film back up so it didn’t get exposed when he opened up the back so he could take it to the drug store to get it developed in under an hour. He could just plug it right in the computer with a chord.

I never saw her wearing her new Xmas nighty, until she took off her robe, and it was so short, you could see her panties. So shear that you could see her belly button, and she wasn’t wearing a bra under it. She didn’t wear those to bed, like the women on TV that slept with men in their bras, so when they sat up, they didn’t have to hold the covers up, because it was daytime TV, and they can’t show nudity. Even if he was her husband, and she was sleeping with the other men, so they saw her naked when she got ready for bed.

Then, I saw daddy holding his pants out, so you could see his hair right down the waistband, and mommy pulled them down with one hand. Held his pisser up with the other to lick the head like an ice-cream cone. I giggled into my hands. “That’s dirty!” Shaking my head.

“Not if he took a shower to wash it real good before she sucked it.” Sure enough, she stuck the whole thing in her mouth, and sucked her cheeks in, so it was wet, and shiny when she pulled it out, grinning proudly. Holding it up for daddy to take the picture, she might have even said cheese! Then, she got up on the bed, but her panties were gone, so you could see her hairy muff, and her legs were spread wide open so you could see her lips, and daddy’s pisser disappear in between them when she sat down.

Then, her nighty disappeared so she was naked, and daddy’s PJs were gone so he was naked too, but it’s okay, because they’re married, and that’s what husbands do to their wives on their wedding nights, and honeymoons, and after the kids go to bed, and with their lovers when their husbands are away, just like those rich ladies on daytime TV.

“Are they going to have a baby?”

“No, dad got his tubes tied.”

“Like a cat? He went to the vet, and got spayed, or is that neutered?”

“No, he’s not an animal, he’s a man. So, he went to the doctor.”

“To get fixed?”

“Yeah, so they can have sex without getting pregnant.”

“Oh, so that’s how you have sex.”

“Huhuh!’ He was breathing funny, so I looked back, “Yeah.” Just in time to see him stop pumping his pisser, and his cum jump out, so it landed all over the desk. “Uh, fu fuck!”

I giggled when he said the dirty word, but I figured that’s why it’s called playing Wifey. Because it’s the kinds of games women play when they get married, and that makes them the wife, get it?

Okay, I know now that it’s niche porn, for older women, but not old enough for Mature. Middle age, but still young enough looking that single men can imagine marrying them, or fucking them to cuckhold their husbands if they’re not divorced. I think that search term has all but been replaced by MILF for “Mom I’d Like to Fuck” ever since American Pie.

This was back in the day, when people still had dialup, so you had to wait for pages to load, and video was almost unheard of, because most people didn’t have HD video cameras in their phones, cameraphones hadn’t even come out yet. So, they sold digital cameras, and camcorders separately. Mom didn’t buy dad a camcorder for Christmas to make family movies, and sex tapes. She bought him a digital camera so they could take pictures having sex, and look at other couple’s dirty pictures on the net.

He just beat off behind me, looking at the pictures that first time, but then he showed me how to get to the internet from AoL. American Online was like the internet, but it had filters to keep you from seeing anything Xrated, like Safe Search, only there was no Google, so we had to use Excite! Or Yahoo, Ask Jeeves, or any of the other competing search engines before Google took over the market.

I was too young to really get turned on, but I had the house to myself, sometimes. My brother was supposed to watch me after school, but he didn’t always come straight home like he was supposed to. So, I ran down to the basement to fire up AoL, get on the internet, and look at dirty pictures. I found Dirtydaughter pretty easily, and most of those were teenagers, but then I got popups for Ch!ll.

That’s child porn, only they couldn’t call it child porn, because then the FBI could find them with a search. So, they spelled it wrong on purpose, and there was lots of ways they could, but I liked the term Ch!ll best. It was like Excite! Lucky for me, they didn’t have any way to send pictures of your children, or I couldn’t find them, because I probably would have taken selfies with daddy’s digital camera as soon as I figured that out. (It was really complicated, for a 7 year old.)

Also, my brother talked me into playing “Wifey” with him, even though I was reluctant, so I got out the Barbies, and the stuffed animals, so he could play Ken. He had a batchelor party with the G. I. Joes, but Scarlet, and Baroness couldn’t take off there clothes. They were just molded plastic, clothes and all, so Barbie was the stripper, and I took her clothes off to dance around naked.

He kept asking me to play it with him, since he hated stupid dolls (They’re “Action Figures” because they had guns, instead of shoes) but it was the one game we knew how to play together. Boys had guns, and girls had pink girly stuff, like a horse trailer to carry around her horses. Boys, and girls could get married, just so he would kiss me, then he picked me up, and carried me off to the “Honeymoon Sweet.”

That was mom, and dad’s bedroom, and bathroom, so he could throw me on the bed, and take off his clothes. I got up, and put on mommy’s negligee, which ment I had to get naked first, and he kept coming in the bathroom to touch me while I was naked, but I slapped his hands, and told him to wait.

When I came out, he was waiting on the bed, but he didn’t pull the covers back to get under them. He was naked, and he had a boner. He said “Sexy” when I asked how I looked, holding my hair up, with my elbow and knee against the door, trying to pose like a wifey. So, I finally got brave enough to go to bed with him, taking it off, and letting him touch me while I held his boner, and sniffed it.

He took a shower, and washed it good like he promised, but it tasted soapy. I spit it out, but he grabbed my head, and tried to stick it back in my mouth. I clenched my teeth, and finally shook my head hard enough he let go, but not before he pulled my hair a lot, trying to hold on.

“No!” I slapped his leg, “It’s too soapy, and it tastes gross.”

“Then, we’ll just have to skip past that,” he grabbed me, and pulled me up. He tried to rape me, but I struggled too hard for him to get it in. I felt it bump around between my legs, and his hand trying to aim it, but he couldn’t hold me still, and push me down on his dick at the same time, so he finally blew it, and let me go.

“You sick pervert!’ I hit him as soon as he let my arm go, but it was too late. He held his arms up to block me, so I couldn’t hit his face. I pounded on his chest until he stopped shooting his wad all over my legs, and he grabbed my arms again.

“Okay, stop it, I’m sorry, okay?” I didn’t want to play wifey again, because it wasn’t as fun as he made it sound, and I even made him change the sheets because I wasn’t cleaning up after him, the way he acted. Violent, he tried to rape me, and he molested me. Jerked off in front of me, or made sure I would come in my room while he was masturbating in there.

Not even touching my underwear, he wasn’t a panty sniffer, he just got on my bed naked, so I’d see him when I came in. So then, I made him promise to stop doing all those dirty things, and he did, just as long as I didn’t tell mom, and dad he molested me, and tried to rape me. I kept looking up porno sites on the net, whenever I got the chance, but I locked the door to the computer room so he couldn’t come in when he got home.

I also murdered my Barbies. This is one of those disturbing signs, I hid from my friends, and family, because I knew I was acting out. So, after I strangled, and decapitated them, I chopped them up in pieces, and buried them in the back yard. I guess I buried my childish innosence with them, because I didn’t play funeral, or anything. It was just a mass grave, Scarlet, and Baroness were in there with them.

I didn’t know how to deal with what happened, and almost happened, but I didn’t think of it as attempted rape. Honestly, because he’s my brother, and I still loved him, so I was afraid of the thought that he might be a rapist.

It’s like the horror of finding out your husband is a serial killer. Trust me on this, I know exactly what that feels like, because we played wedding before he took me upstairs to play honeymoon. So, after the Ch!ll sites, I finally found Necrobabes. That’s like Suicide Girls, only older.

I mean, the girls were still teenagers, and young looking college girls, but instead of making Gothic profiles to find men, they already had boyfriends to play sick fucked up murder, and necrophiliac games. Well, some of them had girlfriends to play vampire games with fake blood. At least I hope it was all fake blood, a lot of them were cutters too.

I tried that, but it didn’t make me feel any better, so I quit. I guess everyone ignored my Goth phase, because it was the 90s, and I was in middle school. So, a lot of girls went through a Goth phase, there were so many it was downright popular. I wasn’t a vampy, but I was really interested in serial killers, and serial killer books like Red Dragon, and Silence of the lambs. I got friends who’re more into Edward Scissorhands, and they were at the dollar theater at the same time. So, I went, and watched The Silence of the Lambs, while they were watching Edward Scissorhands with their boyfriends.

Oh yeah, I was 12, but it’s not like they watched the theaters. Edward Scissorhands was PG13, but I was mature for my age, so I could get a ticket to that, and sneak over to the other theater when nobody else was looking.

It was a long long time, before I found another boy that had some of the same interests. Like rape, murder, and necrophilia to make necrobabes porn with, but I guess that’s another story, for another day.

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