“If she’s got tits, she’s old enough”

A simple story of amoral parents raping their 13 year old daughter.

I was just sneaking down to breakfast, an old habit – don’t ask. Okay, ask! It’s so I can overhear what my parents get to talk about when they think I’m not around. I’m just curious, that’s all. At least, I was, but when I heard what my dad said about tits, that’s when I started getting nervous. Who could he be talking about? Old enough for what?

I was still on the stairs so mum and dad had no idea I was within earshot. However, it was what mum said next that really grabbed my attention.
“Okay hun, I guess if your cock needs the feel of a different cunt from mine caressing it to orgasm, I suppose I’d much prefer it to to be here with your own flesh and blood where I still have some say in the matter. You do know our little Willow will never agree to it don’t you. It’ll have to be rape; at least at first?

“Yeah and anyway, she’s not so little now is she! Tell me, darling, are you up for helping me subdue her; at least, help me keep her quiet while I’m rogering her?”
“Yes, of course. After all, I don’t want our only child coming to any real harm and I know you when your animal instincts kick in. You don’t know your own strength. Look, it’s Friday. No school after today till Monday. Plenty of time for her to recover so tonight’s the best night really. I’ll make her a special tea and then, when she goes to her room to do her homework, all unsuspecting like, that’s when we’ll er…..do the deed. Okay?”

SHIT! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I had no idea my father was seeing me in that perverted way. Well, okay; he liked sitting me on his knee a lot and the back of his hand kept clumsily bumping into my firm and perky tits when he was reaching past me for something. And then there was mum, willingly conspiring with him to rape his own daughter. What had happened to my loving mum and dad? When did they change into such callous monsters?

Now, don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t exactly as innocent as my parents believed. I lost my virginity to a self inserted candle (and before you ask: no, it wasn’t lit!) I’d had a smart phone from the age of ten. Naturally, mum and dad had put a child protection thing on it to prevent me from accessing porn. Equally naturally, I got an older boy at school to take it off again. It cost me a blow job but what the fuck? It was worth it. So, in no time at all, I knew all there was to know about sex and been secretly active in this delectable area of life for three years. The thing is though, little boy’s cocks that only last for about thirty seconds once they get inside you is one thing, A mature man is a very different proposition. Especially when that man is your dad. I mean, it’s not likely to be a one off, is it! He was going to want to keep on doing it once he’d got started and mum was going to let him.

I’d like to say my blood ran cold at the thought, but in truth, I found myself heating up rapidly and in danger of sweating. There was this funny tingling sensation in my tummy as I imagined my dad’s huge grinning face hovering over me as his gigantic penis completely rearranged my insides.

“WILLOW!”
Mum clearly assumed I was still in my bedroom because she shouted loud enough to awaken the street. It certainly snapped me out of my reverie. Immediate action was called for, but what? The thought entered my girly brain ‘pretend it’s not happening and maybe it won’t.’ So I did.

I fixed a smile on my face, took a deep breath and positively skipped into the kitchen spouting “hi mum, hi dad” before ramming an unbuttered slice of toast in my mouth so I wouldn’t have to say anything else.

It didn’t work. Mum and dad exchanged meaningful looks and coloured slightly. Dad said “she knows, she heard.” ” Mum said “she can’t scream with a gob full of toast.” There was a short silent pause, as thoughts were gathered and decisions made; then the world exploded. Dad rushed me. I turned to run and ran straight into mum. Next, hands were all over me as my school uniform was undone and pulled off of me. I hear mum saying “keep quiet girl and relax. He’s not going to hurt you. Trust me, your dad’s a good fuck. Just let it happen and it’ll soon be over.” Dad was saying nothing and me? Strangely, I was doing nothing. I wasn’t fighting, I wasn’t screaming; in fact, if I was doing anything at all, I was trying not to feel anything. I was trying to make myself emotionally and physically numb so it wouldn’t hurt. Mum continued to strip me and soon I was standing naked in the kitchen, mutely watching my father tearing off his clothes. I could tell his blood was up; he’d turned pink. When his phallus sprung out of his underpants, I almost fainted. It was as ginormous as I feared it would be and it wasn’t even fully erect yet.

There was to be no finesse here. No attempt at seduction or even bribery. No, dad grabbed me forcefully and wrestled me to the vinyl covered floor. Mum was grabbing my ankles and pulling my legs up and apart as if she was trying to fold me in half. Suddenly, dad was on top of me despite him not yet having a full erection. Maybe his conscience was inhibiting his libido, I don’t know but the net effect was to make his cock feel more like a huge soft slug rather than a rock hard rocket. Even so, he managed to get his cock inside me. How? I don’t know. I’d swear I wasn’t ready and yet he slid up my vagina until he’d filled it completely. Then he began to expand inside me, stretching me, crushing my clit. That lit some sort of a fire in me, the like of which I’d never known. As he hardened inside me, so I became all tingly and wet. So wet that when he started to hump me properly, there was no friction, no tearing, just ripples of pleasure spreading out from my cunt to engulf my entire body. I felt tiny underneath dad and yet, for the first time, I felt like a complete woman. A man wanted me so badly that he was prepared to break the law and risk his marriage to have me. I could put my father in prison for this but as the sexual tension built in my loins, I knew I wasn’t going to. Instead, I was going to exploit the power I now had over him. He was a child rapist and I was that child. I had what he wanted and he could take it by force anytime he liked, but my silence was going to cost my parents big-time. They just didn’t know it yet.

I don’t recall dad touching my breasts but curiously enough, mum did. Compared to hers, mine were firm and resilient. Her’s felt all soft and floppy. I punched one of her boobs and was amazed how my fist seemed to disappear into her softness. Dad ogasmed first, but at least he lasted a lot longer than the kids in school. I felt his spasms as he ejaculated and, for the first time, how potent his sperm might be. Was he in the process of turning me into my own child’s sister?

Well, that’s enough reminiscences for one day. If anyone shows an interest, I might write more. If not, who gives a fuck!

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