This story is my confession and my acceptance of what I am deep inside, a closet predator.When we were younger we had fooled around. My older Step-Sis...ter, Kiara, any my younger Step-Sister, Kiana, and I would beg our Step-Dad to let us sleep in the camper we owned. He would relent and the 3 of us would get up in the top bunk and the shorts would come off. We’d enjoy 2 or 3 hours of mutual exploration, put our clothes on, and go to sleep cuddling. My Step-Father eventually put a stop to that. I pull out of her, stand up. The ropes take a moment to remove, and herbreasts are so swollen than even without the binding they hardly lose any oftheir huge size. I cup them, kiss each in turn, then straddle her body. Itake up a long piercing needle, a pro tool, long and thick, sterile. "Thisis the last punishment." I look her in the eye and she moans, not seeing me,just the spike of steel. "Don't scream." And she doesn't, not when I pullher nipple away from her body, clamp it tight and then. I took mine and slurped a sip. It was scalding hot, almost removing a layer of skin from my tongue. The additives were just right though, and it was strong enough to walk, which is what makes coffee good, at least in my book. As the coffee cooled we went back to our mutual explorations. Her open coat allowed me to stroke her flanks and she relocated my cock which had softened somewhat during the intermission. It quickly regrew to full staff under her attention. She found my belt and started. I mean, he is only three days old! I don’t think of him being of genius level intelligence, just because we can communicate with him. I have no doubt that he will probably progress faster than your average baby/toddler, however. Even that, will simply be due to the fact that we can clearly communicate with him on his level.”“It’s weird that sometimes he uses such simple words and other times, like sentences.” Bob said.“I have a feeling those ‘sentences’ were the ‘Spirits’ talking through him..