The divorce changed everything. After Mom and Dad split, my twin brothers and I moved in with her full time. At first it felt like nothing had really shifted, but then Mom started bringing men home. Different guys, different nights, different skin tones. Black, white, Latino, Asian. They’d show up after dark and disappear before morning.
I tried to ignore it. She was still the same mom who made us dinner and asked about school. But the nights told a different story. I started sharing my room with my brothers Mark and Marcus the twins. Because these strange people made them so afraid. Mom did not even ask why I’d moved their bed into my room. I missed those days when dad used to stay in the house. I was only fifteen but forced to grow up beyond my years and be a mother to my brothers. If dad was here, this would not happen.
Some nights the house filled with her loud, desperate moaning. It carried through the walls like she wanted everyone to know exactly what was happening to her. Other nights it was quieter, just the slick, wet sounds of skin moving together and the occasional soft gasp. I lay in my bed listening, heart pounding, thighs pressed tight. I hated how it made me feel. Hated that my hand would eventually slide down between my legs anyway.
I’d rub slow circles over my clit while I listened, trying to picture what position she was in, what cock was stretching her, how deep it went. I’d never had sex but I knew what it was from movies. My fingers would get slick fast. Sometimes I’d push two inside myself and match the rhythm I heard through the wall, wondering what it felt like to be filled like that, to make those same broken sounds. I came quietly each night to my own fingers.
Weekends were the only relief. Dad’s place was quiet. No strange men. No wet noises echoing down the hall. Just normal family time with the twins and me. We’d eat together, watch movies, and for two days everything felt normal again.
That worst happened when one of mom’s boyfriends did the unthinkable. He was a tall guy with a thick build who had been over a few times already. I heard them fucking first, the usual loud moans and wet slapping sounds coming from her room. Later, when everything went quiet, I got up to use the bathroom. He was in the hallway.
He grabbed me without a word, shoved me into my room, and kicked the door shut. I tried to push him off but he was too strong. He yanked my shorts down, bent me over the edge of my bed, and forced his cock straight into my pussy from behind. It stretched me fast and deep. It was so painful. I gasped and told him to stop, but he kept thrusting hard, one hand clamped over my mouth while the other pinned my wrists. He fucked me rough and fast until he grunted and pumped a heavy load inside me, leaving me dripping when he finally pulled out and left.
When my twin brothers asked questions the next day, I didn’t answer. I cleaned the drying cum and the blood. It had been so painful. Thankfully he had already left the house by the time I stepped out of my room.
The next morning I went straight to mom and told her what happened. She looked at me for a second, then laughed. “He is not capable of that.,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Stop making up stories. You are just imagining it. ” She turned away and went back to her phone like it was nothing.
The next weekend the twins told Dad what was happening at Mom’s. They were blunt about it. Even upto the man that had fought with Nancy and caused her to bleed. Dad didn’t react much at first. He just nodded and changed the subject. But later, after the twins went to their room, he pulled me aside in the kitchen.
“Tell me straight,” he said, voice low. “Is it true?”
I swallowed. My face felt hot. “Yeah. It’s true. There are different men always and we can hear everything. The moaning, the bed hitting the wall, everything.”
“I mean the rape. The fighting thing was rape, wasn’t it? Did he rape you and cause you to bleed?”
I nodded. Tears in my eyes. The asshole had taken my virginity yet mom hadn’t cared. Dad’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists on the counter. “Fuck. I’m going to talk to her about this. She can’t keep doing that with you kids in the house. I am so sorry Nancy for what happened.”
“Thanks dad.” I said, tears falling. He embraced me. It was strangely comforting.
“Did he at least make you cum?” Dad asked softly brushing my hair with his fingers. There was a bulge in his sweatpants or was I imagining it like mom said I imagine things.
“No dad.” I replied. The only cumming my pussy knew was when I did it with my own fingers. Though the question seemed weird. Dad knew best.
That night everything felt heavier than usual. I lay in bed wearing my loose pajama shorts and an old tank top, trying to push the day’s conversation out of my head. The twins were asleep down the hall. The house was peaceful here and we didn’t need to share a room.
Then my door opened. Dad stepped inside and closed it behind him. His breathing was loud and uneven. He walked straight to my bed and sat on the edge.
“Nancy,” he said, voice low and rough. “Daddy want to do what the man did to you but in a nice way.”
I froze. My mind scrambled to understand what he meant. Before I could ask, his hand slid under the waistband of my baggy shorts. His fingers pushed the fabric aside and found my pussy immediately. Two thick fingers pressed between my lips and sank inside me without warning.
“Daddy…”
I did not finish the sentence as he started moving them in and out, slow at first, then faster. The friction felt quite good.
“Do you think Mommy likes what those men do to her?” he asked.
I gasped, hips twitching. “Yes.”
His fingers curled and pumped harder, the wet sound of my pussy filling the quiet room.
“I know you’re going to grow up to be a slut just like your mom, after all you look so much like her. And every man wants a blonde,” he said.
“No,” I panted, shaking my head even as my thighs spread wider. “I won’t.”
He pulled his fingers out, shoved his pants down, and climbed over me.
“How did his cock feel?”
Before I could reply, He pushed the crotch of my shorts further to the side, lined his cock up, and drove straight into me. My pussy wasnt fully wet yet. The stretch burned a bit. He was way bigger than the other guy. My dad was fucking nine inches. I couldn’t take all of it. My body was too small. I cried out and grabbed his arms.
“No. Dad—wait—it hurts—”
He didn’t stop.
“So tight Nancy.” He thrust deep, forcing every inch inside my tight pussy while the fabric of my shorts rubbed against us. I kept protesting, voice cracking, but he kept fucking me with steady, heavy strokes. I got much wetter with each stroke.
After a while, my protests turned into moans I couldn’t hold back. My pussy was now dripping and clenched around him. The wet sounds as loud as mom’s. So this is what mom felt.
“I told you,” he grunted. “You’re a slut.”
“No, Daddy—I’m not ooooooh—” He hit a sweet spot before I could finish my sentence.
My body betrayed me anyway. I came hard, pussy pulsing and squeezing his cock as I moaned into his shoulder. He came deep inside me, flooding my cunt with thick spurts until it leaked out around his shaft and soaked into my shorts. I drifted off as he took off my shorts and wiped me.
I woke up in the middle of the night with his tongue in my pussy and finger in my ass. He bent me over and fucked me doggy style. His hard slaps landing on my ass with each thrust. Despite the pain, I came twice and he called me a slut even as he came too. This time he fell asleep and I did clean myself up before sleeping again. His morning wood moving in my cunt is what woke me up the next morning. By now I was protesting for the sake of decency but I thoroughly enjoyed it.
After that night with Dad, things changed between us. On the weekends when the twins and I stayed at his place, he started coming to my room almost every night. He never asked. He’d just open the door, pull off my shorts, and. lick my pussy before sliding his cock into me while I lay there.
I stopped protesting after the first few times. My body reacted fast now—wet and ready whenever he touched me. I was sleeping naked now. He’d fill me up every time, leaving my pussy leaking his cum into the sheets while he slept beside me.
Sometimes he fucked me slow and deep, other times he pinned my legs back and pounded hard until I came shaking around him. He kept asking if the other guys had fucked me. My mom was super protective around them now. He asked how many men mom had brought home. Whether I fingered myself to their sex. No matter what my answer was, it would end with him calling me a slut. A cock greedy girl.
After some time, During the week I’d think about those nights, touching myself to the memory of his cock stretching me open and the way he grunted when he came inside me. Maybe I was actually a slut after all. Because even on my birthday, instead of planning a party I spent it impaled on my dad’s cock. Riding him wildly.
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