I enjoyed incestuous activity beginning in my pre-teen years. I know it was wrong for my older family members to introduce me to this activity, but I enjoyed it so much. I never told anyone until years later, and the telling always brought back memories of exquisite pleasure and a feeling of being special and loved. I was lucky that nobody ever forced me or scared me. My captions try to capture how I felt back then, and how I think my older family members felt in our incest relationships. I still wonder how my older partners felt about what they did. I hope they derived as much pleasure as I enjoyed as the "victim."