This is a 100% true story.

I️ think my sexual addiction started when I️ was in 7th grade. That was a very stressful, awkward and just one of those years growing up that I️ will always remember. My parents divorced when I️ was in 4th grade and my father remarried when I was in the 7th grade. My mom had moved away to be with her family in another state. My mom battled some OCD stuff so I was actually given a choice who to live with and for a year spent time with both until my mom moved away. I️ "inherited" a step/sister that was three years older than I was. No, I will tell you up front that I️ have never had sex or even touched her, so that is not where this story is going. As a matter of fact I am now 48 years old and to this day she has never hardly ever even given me the time of day. The one year in which we actually attended the same school (she was a senior and I was a freshman) she never acknowledged me in school whenever she saw me, especially when she was around her friends. She was pretty much a bitch back then and now she is cordial to me and my family, but we are not close by any means.

I️ had great friends in elementary school but when we went to junior high it seemed as if everyone found new and more popular friends to hang out with and I️ for some reason seemed to be left out. I️ remember in junior high getting a lot of new friends and hanging out with guys that weren't as strong of character of people I️ was used to hanging out with. I remember one friend named Doug had a lot of porn magazines he kept in his room that we used to look at together and I️ learned what masturbation was by hanging around him. No, he did not show me how to do it but told me what to do when you look at porn magazines. I️ totally vividly remember the first time I️ did it laying in bed one night. Of course I️ loved it.

This friend Doug gave me magazines to take home and I would lay in bed masturbating to them. Every night. That was most likely the beginnings (obviously) of a sexual addiction, but it was enormously increased by my step-sister and the invasion of her privacy.


My step-sister and I️ had rooms next to each other and shared one of those "jack and Jill bathrooms" even though almost 100% of the time other than showering I️ used a bathroom on the other side of the house. That bathroom was pretty much hers and the only thing I️ ever did in there was shower. I was too shy to poop or pee in there especially when she was in her room because I️ was afraid she would here me.

Ok so later on in 7th grade as my so called sexual addiction seemed to grow I️ started spying on her. We each had sliding doors (pocket doors) that led into our bathroom so it was fairly easy to slowly slide her door just enough to see in her room. I️ would also keep my door barely open so to her it looked like it was closed but when she was getting in and out of the shower (especially getting in the shower because I would have to see her through the mirrors and they would be fogged up by the time she got out). I would also peek in when she was going to the bathroom.

I️ also learned that girls would masturbate just like boys. Obviously I wanted to know if she did this too. So I️ kept my bathroom door open and lay there with the light off in my room so I️ could see the light from under her door. When I️ saw her light go off I️ would get up and very slowly and quietly open her door enough to see in and watch her to see if she masturated. I️ remember the first night I was too scared to open the door enough to see but I️ could tell she did it. My heart was absolutely pounding so hard I was scared back then that she was going to hear it. But she did this almost every night and the nights that she didn't I️ would sit at her door for probably 30 minutes listening hoping that she would do it. I️ was so desperate to hear her do it that I would stay there until I️ was sure that she was asleep. That's how bad this was.

To tell you how bad of a sick habit this was, for almost three straight years I️ bet you there was less than ten times that I️ did not stay awake and wait for her light to go off so I️ could try to watch her masturbate. I️ became totally addicted to this. I️ would become more desperate and brave, taking more chances to see her. I would open the door more and more every time until I could see exactly her outline in the bed. Once I learned that she masturbated on her stomach I️ took even more chances and many times opened the door enough to actually walk in her room. I️ would actually be so stupid and brave that on many occasions tip toe right up to the foot of her bad so close that I could hear her fingers and the squishy sound it made as she played with herself. Sometimes I would play with myself while I️ watched her and even remember a few times I would cum on her floor and eventually bold enough to cum on her comforter. This shit went on for three years. I️ swear to you it was so bad that I️ would, even as I️ got older and my curfew got later, make sure I was home early enough from going out with my friends, to be able to get home in hopes of watching her masturbate. The best times were her senior year when often she would get home late after most likely she had been drinking. She would really get it go for it on those nights, being more aggressive with herself, breathing harder and vocal. She would actually say things out loud but I could never understand the words.

After my freshman year of high school she went off to college and life wasn't as exciting. I️ was desperate and even started to try and spy on my step-mom but never had any success. I went back to porn magazines (this was before the invention of internet). I️ looked so forward to holiday breaks when my step-sister would be home.

By the way I️ need to insert this: my step-sister was average looking. She was cute, I️ guess but I️ want this thing to be totally accurate so I️ don't want to make it out that she was some totally hot chick. She wasn't that overweight back in high school, but I would describe her as a girl who battled her weight. Today she is for sure pretty overweight if not by some people standards obese. To put if very blatantly honest: yes I would have fucked her back in high school because she was cute enough and her body wasn't all that bad. Today not a chance. Wouldn't even look at her twice if she walked by.

Today many years later at the age of 48, I️ am married ironically with two daughters. I have a good married, average,not the happiest in the world but not bad by any means.

Being still addicted to spying on people, I️ have a hidden camara set up in our bedroom to watch and see how often my wife masturbates. Yes I️ know I am sick. I will tell you these stories in part 2 of this saga. Thanks for hearing my addiction story. More to come.




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by Anonymous on Nov 25, 2017 at 4:42 AM

You can hide in the closet and beat off while watching me fuck your two daughters. Then when I'm through, you can clean me up. Eventually your wife will know and want some action too!

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by Anonymous on Nov 29, 2017 at 4:49 PM

YOUR 48. Is this the best you can do in life.

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by Anonymous on Jun 26, 2018 at 10:39 PM

100% true? 100% BS more like.

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