a thrilling pain

It wasn’t like the other times. When I was younger it hurt more but now it was a thrill. He would come in about 1 am and stay till 2 am. It first started when I was about 5 years old I would always see him stare at me when I wore my flowered teacup dress he bought. He would drop something, ask me to pick it up then get against me when I went to pick it up. After my sister and mother fell asleep he would creep in while I slept. I tried to hide but he would laugh at me for my unsuccessful tries. I remember he would bring in “toys” or just a chair and sit and watch me naked while he touched himself. One night when I was 11 I had friends over. He asked me if I would come help him get blankets from the attic. I started climbing the never ending stair case he smack my ass. At that moment I knew he wanted more then blankets. I finally got up the stars when he turned me towards him. He told me that I looked good in my skirt and blouse and that he couldn’t help but want me. He began unbuttoning my blouse and kissed my neck. I tried pushing away but he gripped my shoulders so tight that it only hurt more. After laying me down on the chest that held my mothers clothes and memories from college he began kissing my stomach then he would go lower close to the inside thigh then over. He’s use his fingers, twisting them inside of me going slow then fast, he asked if it felt good. He would tell me to moan and rub myself while he watched. I thought he wouldn’t try anything when my friends and mom were just a floor away. He finally got up tossed me my blouse and grabbed the blankets.

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