I bought a storage unit at an auction the other day. I spent part of yesterday going through all the boxes. Several of them were extremely interesting. They were full of pics of naked kids and parents obviously all the same kids and family over the years. Some of them infact most of them were on the old polaroid instant film. I have around 2700 pics of them all through what I would bet was about 10 years of thier lives. Some of them were on vacations and most were around thier house or other families house as at times some of the pics had other men and women and other kids in the pics and the house looks different. The main family I got the pics of had 4 girls and 2 boys. Some of the pics there are very interesting things going on with the parents and kids.
Question is should i turn these pics into the police or just keep them as spoils of buying a storage unit at auction?

I confess i wiil love to do this for your girlfriend or so, thats my ex on the picture. Will do for u if the pictures are of good quality.

-WARN- It's a long one, but it's something I have to tell. There's a TL;DR; -WARN-

Names have been altered for secrecy.

Confession: A Detailed Account of Two Forced Sexual Encounters with my Step Cousin

When my parents were divorced in 1986, my mother began dating and eventually remarried a lawyer. The lawyer had a sister, and that sister had children. One of them was Ashley. Ashley, or just "Ash" as we began call her, is three years my older, but we fit together like two peas in a pod. She liked all the same games as I, and we often agreed on all issues, trivial or otherwise. Ashley and I stopped seeing each other as often when my parents divorced again, and at this point we were in separate schools. I was in sixth grade at the eastern high school, and she was in seventh grade at the western. Because of our school situation, we didn't see each other often, but occasionally the bus routes would intersect and we would meet up. It was on one of those days that I experienced one of the most life changing experiences of my entire existence. I was dropped off at my mother's office which has already closed ( I used to wait here to be picked up ) when I saw Ash walking down the sidewalk. I invited her in, because that's what friends do. She asked me how my day was, how school had been, typical, boring stuff. She had changed. The old, hyper "Ash" that I knew had been replaced with a calm, level-headed (or so I thought), and in my eyes boring "Ashley." But something was different about her. Her demeanor was off-balance. She looked uneasy, almost sick, and nervous. She told me she wasn't feeling well. She asked me to come into the back with her to look for something to do. Once back there, the real fun began. She closed the door behind her, turned out the lights, and took off her shirt. The light from the shaded window was dim. I turned around to tell her to stop joking around, and she practically tackled me to the floor and pressed her 14-year-old chest against me. I tried to resist, but she was an athlete and demonstrated that. She took off her bra and began to rub her medium-sized breasts against my face. She took off all my clothes, wiping each article against the crotch of her pants. She molested me. My friend who I had trusted over many years. She yanked and jerked and licked my 11-year-old penis to no avail. I was not enjoying it. But this was not the worst. She continued to scratch and hold me. She only ceased to remove her pants. Fully naked, she smothered me with her exposed pussy and ground my face until she climaxed. I could barely breathe. I was traumatized. It amazed me that this girl would be capable of such a thing, and while maintaining complete silence. She hit me and the last thing she said was, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� It was inhuman. I never told anyone, and I never saw Ashley again, until four years later at a new years party. I was 16, she was 19 in college. She acted nonchalant. She acted like nothing had happened. I was furious, I wanted to kill her. Because of her, I had taken up a life of drugs and detention in school. I was on regular drug tests, which I routinely failed, but no one cared here. I spent nearly every Friday afternoon in Detention. I hated her, and I wanted revenge. All of the proper adults were as drunk as dogs. Ashley was blazed, and I could feel the ache of my own vices. Ashley got up and went outside for a smoke. I decided that this was my opportune moment. I ran outside and hit her over the head and dragged her into an unoccupied room. I quickly gagged her with a washcloth and duct tape and tied her hands to the legs of a dresser with a couple of pillowcases after removing her shirt. When I heard her start to groan, I got down at the level of her face and smacked her. She came to. I told her everything. I told her how she fucked up my life, about how she ruined me that night at my mom's office. And I told her that now it was her turn. But it was more than her turn. She had that night plus years of hell to pay for. I was going to make this an absolute misery. I pulled out a small bag of cocaine I had. I laid the coke out in the small of her back while I held her still. Then I pulled out my razor-blade and lined it up, cutting her severely in the process. I then proceeded to snort two lines of cocaine off of my step cousin's back. Everyone in the house was either in a deep alcoholic sleep or gone for the night, but I didn't care. Tonight was about revenge. I pulled down her skirt so she was in her lace bra and thong and slapped her bare ass as hard as I could. She tried to scream, but I only laughed. I pulled off my pants and shirt, down to my boxers and leaned in close to her face, contouring her body. I whispered in her ear those words that had haunted my life for four miserable years, �If you tell anyone, I'll do it again and again, and no one will believe you.� In one swift motion I oiled my fingers, pulled her thong aside, and rammed two fingers into her asshole. She tried violently to resist. But now, I was much stronger than she. I continued fingering her asshole for about a minute before I pulled her thong completely off along with my boxers. I had a monster-thumper of a boner. I oiled up and thrust it into her pussy in the blink of an eye. I was brutal, I was unforgiving. I had reduced her to tears. Good. That's how I wanted her to feel. I wanted her to feel violated. I wanted her to think, he's raping me and there's nothing I can do to stop it. I pulled out and pumped in and out of her asshole, then I ejaculated inside of her anus. I grabbed my razor-blade and held it to her face, then I removed the duct tape gag and told her to tell me what she thought. After what seemed like hours of exasperated breathing, she said �How could you do that, for what I did to you?� To which I replied �You'll know in four years.� I walked away and drove away from the town, went to another state to stay in a hotel on some cash that I had saved up. When everything quieted down, I called a friend to ask how things were to see if she had told anyone (he didnt' know, but I asked what was up, small talk, etc.). To my surprise, she had blamed the beatings and bruising on her ex boyfriend, who was convicted and arrested of rape. I returned home and was in trouble with the law for running away, but it was a far cry from rape allegations. Sure enough, about six years later I run into Ashley again. She was on hard drugs like cocaine that I had kicked since then. In fact, she was almost exactly like I did five years before. My life, however, was going good. I was in college with a decent job, but she was a wreck. When she saw me, she was shocked, but she didn't respond with anger as I had, but she asked me if she could talk to me alone. I agreed, I didn't feel threatened at all (though I probably should have), and we went to her apartment. She was crying the whole way there. I began to tear up. When we entered her apartment, which was torn to pieces, she began crying uncontrollably, she got on her knees and said she was sorry. She begged for my forgiveness. She told me what I had told her, six years ago, that that night had ruined her life because she had realized the psychological pain that rape can cause. All she wanted was my forgiveness, and she had struck a nerve, because all I had really wanted, was for her to ask for it. I gave her a hug and told her how sorry I was. Truth be told, I hadn't regretted a single minute until that moment, but I then realized the error of what I had done. We cried, we talked, and we forgave each other, but we could never remain close. We went our separate ways. I haven't seen her again so far, but it was nice to finally have some closure to that episode.

TL;DR: My step cousin raped me, and I brutally hate-raped her again four years later.

I visited my old grammar school for a bit of nostalgia, kids these days have really changed. My mind is living in the past where kids don't know about sex, and don't have it. I had a huge reality check.

After I chatted with my old favorite teachers about what's been going on with me since I became an adult, I noticed one girl excused herself to the bathroom right when I was gonna leave. As I was going down the old familiar stairwells to get outside I heard her small steps follow me as she went down the stairs. Once I got outside she came up behind me and said "hey, um, you wanna fuck?"

I was flabbergasted that I heard this come from an 8th grader. I asked "what?" and she said "I have a condom in my pocket and I know a place where we can fuck if you want"

Hearing this young slender body such stuff had me growing in my pants immediately, I grew a slight anxiety, like the kind you get when you're just about to shoplift. Thinking with my dick, I told her "yeah, sure, let's go". She grabbed my hand and guided me as we walked into the small parking lot for the teachers of the school in the back, there was this crevice in the school building, kinda like an alley that was shaped like an L so it provided decent cover from outside eyes, when we reached the end you could feel no one could see us, there were dry cum stains everywhere on the floor. I guessed this is where the fun students go during recess to play harder than the rest. It didn't smell which was surprising, it was too dry and we were in the outside air.

She took out the condom and started opening it. I told her "hey wait, i'm not even fully hard yet" she said "that's okay, I know a trick". She put the condom on her mouth like she was sucking the tip like a pacifier, she unzipped me and started jacking me off, feeling her young/small/soft hand pulsate my meat got me hard quick, then she went down like she was gonna suck it, but the condom was on her mouth, she started wrapping it down my cock like it was the easiest thing she'd ever done. she held the tip down as she sucked my head a bit while just shuffling her fingers down together.

After I had it on I seriously felt like fucking her right there and then no more waiting, I took initiative and pulled her up and around making her hold the wall, i pulled down her panties from her skirt and got her in position for a nice adult fuck. I slid it in slowly, I could tell she was tight, and that didn't surprise me since she was 13. I loved hearing her little gasps and moans as I slowly went in deeper, I had 7.5 inches to give her, it definitely wasn't her average teenage small skinny cock she was used to from her school, she was getting a handle for a thick, adult cock now. She was moaning even loader now, I bounced her tight little teenage ass down my cock while she turned really wet as I kept going in deeper. What a great fuck she was, I eventually hilted her in passion, she let out a sexy "omg!" squeal while I felt her pull away from my cock, I grabbed her and said "oh no were do you think you're going!" as I pulled her back to a hilt and she moaned and squealed "it's too deep, you're hitting my cervix" and kept on moaning frantically while I just kept thrusting. I started to feel like I was gonna cum, it was an abnormally strong feeling this time, like it was something huge, my animal instincts crept into full gear, I no longer had control of my body, the feeling felt too good and it was too strong to stop, I thrust carnally like I was was fucking for the last time in my life, and I felt like I exploded inside her as I hilted her hard, again and again in rhythm to my orgasm.

While recovering still inside her she said �..my god, I never took an adult till now, you are so deep and thick inside me, it felt soo great� She was great, and she took it well, I could tell she was gonna feel it even by tomorrow. My dick felt more relaxed than it has ever been, as I pulled out, I could tell I had trouble, the condom broke and I squirted all that carnal load right against her cervix. I didn't tell her, I quickly hid the condom as I pulled it into my hand. As she pulled her panties back up and I told her I had to go, we were walking out the alley-like crevice while she kept talking about how �she liked it a lot� and how �we should do it again sometime� while asking for my cell number. The only thing I could think of was how all that jizz was still deep inside her pussy, christening the cervix. I gave her a fake name and number, and that was the last time I heard from her.

I think I got away with possibly knocking up a 13 year old. And for some perverted reason I like that.