Oculingus
See it, feel it
I was the youngest child of three in a mid-sized central Pennsylvania town. My parents were very old-fashioned and very over-protective of their two daughters. My sister, Tina, was three-years-younger than I and my step-brother two years older. With the odd combination of ages, we were close (as young children) but then grew into young adulthood.
Can’t really say when it all began. It was a game that started between me and my step-brother, Keith. The first clear memory is of my brother licking my face. I’m sure the awkward tickling was first. I just don’t remember that part. What I do remember, though, was being held down as he licked the entirety of my face. His tongue felt good, in and around my nostrils (and along my cheeks)… and he would do it for hours.
My step-brother, Keith, was always sneaking in licks whenever he had the chance. Sometimes Mom and Dad would go away for a few hours and would leave us kids to fend for ourselves. This was the prime opportunity for my step-brother. Other times were early in the morning or when we would have a day off from school or something.
Every time he had the chance, though, he was licking my face. He loved it as much as I did.
He continued with face-licking at every chance he got until he learned there was something more. It was probably by accident, but the stroke of his tongue managed to hit the white of my eye; in that moment, I was giddy with pleasure. He saw my weakness, and began to focus on my eyes. I nearly exploded. Soon enough, he forgot about face licking all together. It was all about the eyes.
While I didn’t discover what eyeball licking was until I was fifteen… when I did, I almost went blind from doing it so much.
Often times our parents would leave and we made the best of this time alone. He taught me how to lick his eyeballs, which we both enjoyed tremendously.
Whenever Mom and Dad would return, we stopped what we were doing and acted like nothing transpired. This was our game. We had asked Tina to join, but she refused. So… no one else was allowed to join in. These were my step-brother rules.
Sometimes, I look back at his manipulations and realized how I was conned into this little game between the two of us. Our little game, so far, had been pretty fun. I liked keeping things from Mom and Dad , and this was our biggest secret. Now that we’re grown, I look forward to our holiday get-togethers. Not too many people understand our special attraction.
-Annette Garcia
I like licking Jesses eyeballs, he hates it.
And i tell him that when he dies im going to put them in a jar.