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My sister Peter
Some 20 years ago, when I was a boy of about 10 my little sister was born. My mother was well above 40 and that's why my sister was born with a defect. Her legs were to short and she had no fingers . Her legs were as short as her arms. My father who was a famous surgeon at that time was ashamed because he should have thought about the possibility of defects with his wife being over 40.
He never took my sister with him to show her to his collegues like he had done when I was born. He kept her on the estate wich was very large.
Instead, he started to operate upon her just some month before she should normally be able to start walking.
At first I thought it was to make her be able to walk upright but soon I found out he and mum had a much stranger idea.
He operated her hips and muscles at her back. The result was that she could not, if she had wished, ever walk upright. Also after the second operation I saw she had a bandage around her neck.
I asked my dad wat he was doing but he said: you will see. But never ever tell anybody you have a sister that can not walk.
And remember, when you are older, you will inherit the estate but you'll have to take care of your sister.
After a year or so my parents brought in two of these round beds for dogs. But mom, I said when they came home with them. Why did you buy this? We don't have any dog.
Just wait and see boy.
That evening my dad went out and within an hour he came back with a pup. A nice black labrador. After it had been sniffing around the room it was placed on one of the beds. Daddy, when do you bring the other dog? We have that one already son, he said and took my sister out of her cot took of her clothes and placed her on the second bed. My sister tried to stand on her hand and feet wich did not yet work properly everytime but this time it did. She took a long look at the pup and then lay down looking at him. It was like she understood that he was her mate for years to come.
I did not realise it at that moment but when my father undressed my little sister he had thrown her clothes in the dustbin. It was like
he wanted to show that she was undressed for the very last time. She would never be dressed again.
Once after her second operation I tried to make her speak. When mom heard that got angry and said I never ever should do that again but never told me why.
The pup grew up much faster than my sister. He was a ful grown dog when my sister was stil a todler. When in the garden she tried to run after him but he was much to fast. Instead of beginning to talk, she learned how to bark because we would never react on anything else.
My parents had told me that I never should treat my sis as a girl. She was to be treated as a dog. This was a very important experiment. The government wanted to know if you could trick a human into thinking it was a dog.
When I was 15 I started to get interested in girls. But I was never able to invite one onto the estate because of my sister.
So I did not have much social life outside the family.
When she became 7 my parents decided the dogs could no longer be in the house so they had kennels build for them.
Because we had treated her as a dog from birth she really behaved like one. Like when she was left alone for some time she sometimes got frustrated and tried to tear up a chair or a carpet.
I had often walked with the dogs ( as we allways called them) but now I started to like it more than ever.
At school I was never able to touch a girl at certain places. The girls all thought that I was a creep. But when I was walking the dogs I could sit in the gras and caress my bitch as I called my sister. But I still did it the same way as you do with a real dog.
Because through the years I had come to regard her as a dog.
When she was about 12 she started to grow small tits and furr between the legs. My dad experimented with all kind of balm because he would have liked to see her furry all over but it didn't work. I didn't caress her back much more but her belly.
She grew into a fine bitch. When I was 27 my parents both died in a trafic accident. I found out that they left me with so much money that I could stop working, wich I did almost the week after the burrial.
In the mean time our old dog had died. The bitch ( as i called her now) was very upset. So I bought a new dog, a young German shepard. But now I started to train this dog and made him clear that he had to satisfy his ( or rather our) bitch. And satisfied she was. He often fucks her when we walk the park. But I made him clear that I have the first right. I am the leader of the pack.
The End
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