Lusty Big Sister Rosie Pt. 01

Introduction:

For the readers who know my work and have been commenting and emailing, I want to say thanks from the bottom of my heart. You make it so worthwhile. Sharing with you is so good for me! My life has been strange and at best, very unconventional.

My personal "Inside Candy" saga will carry on as well as this new collection of my memoirs. These updates are really my dear Auntie Rosie's tale and thanks to her efforts I can share her computer diary notes she made for me in the years prior to her death. She also left me all her worldly goods which included an old steamer trunk full of her very unique secret erotic remembrances.

My aunt's incestuous desires, for lack of a better English phrase, were essential in making my dad who was. She was a powerful force, this only sister, his senior by five years. Her lack of boundaries flew in the face of British ways and days of the 1920's and 30's and beyond. She was considered a deviant and "bad girl" by her parents. A father in the clergy did not help.

Dad, the golden child, was given all and Rosie could have hated him...but in fact, she loved him fiercely and with no remorse. I knew this innately from my earliest days. Anyone could see, Rosie had eyes for dad and those eyes were always on him all the time. Mum knew it too.

But the story of Rosie and this trunk of erotic secrets dates back to before mum and dad met. The trunk and contents carried on throughout her life, but began in these days of the late 40's and dad's arrival in Boston to assume his new duties in his UK companies' US branch.

He was the new guy and rose up in the ranks of this company in the UK and soon found himself a rising young executive and heading for Boston. He was golden! Rosie managed to come along and lived with dad part time and had to leave and return to the UK regularly since she did not have the right visa to stay all year round. Dad footed this bill, as he would for all of Rosie's life. He saw to her needs 80% of their adult life.

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The story of Aunt Rosie's end of life is sad for me to recall. She saw my dad as often as she could and stayed with him from time to time in her last years. I did much of the interviewing during this period and she left all her computer memoirs to me as well as the contents of her small apartment. Upon cleaning it out after about a month of waiting and putting it off, I came upon a rather old style steamer trunk dating back to her youth. She always had it and covered it like a table. I thought it was a blanket chest.

I pulled it out from the wall and opened the top. It was full of items. Some I knew, many I did not. Based on our many chats I knew I'd find evidence of her sexual past and her connections to her dear brother and his wife, my parents. I was not prepared for the level to which I now travelled. My aunt was a much kinkier character than I had first believed. I knew she had a wonderful raunchy sexuality, but I did not know how much she coveted my parents. Her complete lust for them was almost beyond my wildest thoughts.

I closed the trunk and switched on her old PC, found the files containing her typed memoirs and searched for "trunk". It came up near the end and it all was there. Her big confession loomed up before my eyes on the screen. And I thought we had covered all the so called, dirt, face to face before she died. No, the trunk was her big secret and the contents...mind blowing!

It opens the door to understanding her, my dad and mum in a whole new light. I knew and saw lots up to this point, loads really, but the trunk was a totally electrifying discovery for me. One that challenged me and also turned me on as a voyeur like nothing else so far.

I add this titbit here because of my enjoyment of my dad and mum's intimate items like socks, panties, condoms, etc. I knew from my life at home that when Rosie was around, she took things from my dad bursa escort bayan and mum. They were given, mostly, but some were obviously snatched in private when mum and dad were not looking. She often got my dad to give her any of his socks right off his feet with small holes, not for her to mend as I learned once discovering the trunk. Rosie did not get rid of any of those "soiled" socks all those years back, they along with others sat in a plastic sleeve labelled, Tony's old socks.

The old wooden clothes peg sealed the top of the sleeve quite well and as I pulled the various socks out that once had graced my dad's size 10's, I found some in pairs and a few strays. All his usual nylon cotton silky variety in his normal choice of colours. The fact each sported a hole meant Rosie either had been given them or located them discarded in my parent's little waste bin by the bed. And my shock at seeing these, lifting them to my face and realizing that they still did have a very, very slight aroma of my dad; it made me very aroused and I did not feel like the over 50 year-old I was anymore, it rolled back the years.

So many things caught my eye; most were explained in her memoirs. The several very dried and almost unrecognizable used condoms made me smile. She, too had seen the used condoms in my parent's bedroom waste bin, but she had taken them home and I had left them after enjoying the contents in private! Rosie was truly bolder and more daring than I was ever but I knew that was true!

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After Rosie's death I had to put all the notes together and also find references to what was in the trunk within her computer memoirs. It was like putting a huge, old puzzle back together.

Thank goodness she wrote loads and dad was still alive then to help fill in any gaps; that is, if he recalled the incident in question.

Besides the glorious sock collection of my dad's used, worn out socks and the dried out, rather ancient condom fragments; I found many, many things of which I could only gasp and hope the memoirs filled me in on the story behind each.

The contents, once unloaded on the carpet, was a mishmash of items. The item that caught my eye first off in the pile was a reel of very old 16 mm film, a film of who knew what. I had no old reel to reel projector and the reel was not small, it was about the size of a luncheon plate.

I had seen, in movies