AEPN/Kate
Everyone was aware of the new law, it was only passed about a month ago. I knew about it, but I didn't know what sex was, so I didn't know what people were allowed to do, so I just stayed clothed in public, not that I would go out naked anyway, it's embarrassing.
I woke up, wearing only a t shirt that was too big for me, and a pair of pink panties. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, I looked around and spotted my alarm clock, I woke up early, well, I guess I will just take my time then. I thought. I stood up and stripped completely naked, I grabbed my towel and headed out of my room.
I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me, I just skipped on down to the bathroom. I got into the bathroom and closed the door, I hung my towel on the rack and got into the shower. I took a quick shower and got out, I wrapped myself in a towel, and left the bathroom. My dad was waiting on the other side, he startled me, then he apologized and went in.
I went into my room again to get dressed, today was the first day at my new school. We moved a few months ago, meaning, I would have to make new friends, I was a little sad because I was not able to contact my old friends until I got a phone, which my parents didn't allow. I dried off the rest of my body and threw my towel onto my bed.
I was interrupted, by my dad coming into the door, he didn't hesitate when he saw me naked. He grabbed my arm, which was trying to cover myself up, and he dragged me out of my room and into the bathroom. I wondered what he was doing, it was only when he finally let go of me, that I noticed that he was naked too.
I looked up at him, I was sitting on the floor, I started to get up, he let me get up to my knees, but no further. I looked up at him and asked, "What is going on?" He didn't respond. I noticed that his dick was extra big today, I had seen his dick before, but never when it was hard. "Is it hurt?" I say, pointing at his dick.
He simply shook his head and grabbed the back of my head, he pulled me closer and shoved his dick into my mouth. I gagged and tried to spit it out, he started to pull out, but he just went back in super fast and all the way to my throat, making me gag again. His dick was making it hard to breath, he held it there for a few seconds, before pulling back and thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I was completely disgusted, but yet, completely unable to even attempt to resist it. My arms were still betraying me, trying to cover myself up, instead of helping me escape my father's dick. I tried to pull back, but then noticed that he was holding my head. His eyes closed, but he didn't slow down, actually, he sped up.
He moaned and thrust deep into my throat, I gagged and felt some warm liquid go down my throat. I coughed and tried to get it out, but I couldn't. He pulled his dick out and I stood up, he kissed me on the forehead and then pushed me onto my back. He spread my legs and brought his dick up close to my pussy, he pressed it up against it.
He was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door, I was grateful and he put me down. I stood up and my dad hid, I wondered why, and then he told me to answer the door and not tell about him. I walked over to the door and opened it just enough to see who it was, it was mom, she looked slightly worried.
"Oh," she said, "I was hoping you were your dad, I can't seem to find him." I was about to tell her that he was here, but I decided that I wouldn't because he told me not to tell.
"Hmm," I rubbed my chin, trying to think of a lie, but pretending to be thinking about where dad is. "I think I saw him go outside." I figured outside was the safest bet, so that he would have enough time to leave the bathroom and get dressed before she came back inside. She thanked me and left, I closed the door again and looked to where my dad was hiding.
He was out of his hiding spot now, and he apologized to me for using my mouth, I forgave him, still not know what he was really doing. I went out of the bathroom and into my room, all the commotion made me a little unconcentrated. I went into my room and put on my school uniform, shirt, skirt, and that's it.
I dried my hair and put it up in a pony tail, still not knowing that I was not wearing panties. I went out and went to the dining room, mom had "found" dad coming back in from taking the trash out. She bought the story and kissed him and apologized for being so worried, he said it was ok.
Mom was now making breakfast, to celebrate my first day of the new school, I was excited. Mom saw me and came into the dining room and gave me a little kiss on the cheek, and said, "Are you excited for your first day at the new school?" She said in kind of a baby-ish tone.
I responded pretty quickly, saying, "Yeah! I am!" She smiled and went back into the kitchen to finish breakfast. I sat down on the couch and waited for breakfast, my older brother, Mark, came out, he was 13. He was in middle school, I said "hi" to him and turned on the TV. My mom also asked him if he was excited for the first day at his new school, he mostly wasn't, but he pretended he was.
He went to a different school, but still the same first day. The TV had some game show on, boring! So I changed it to some cartoons, my brother sat down next to me and grabbed the remote from me. I tried to get it back, but he held it out of my reach, I climbed onto him and tried to grab it from him.
He pushed me off of him and into the floor, I regained my composure and looked at the TV. He changed the channel back to the game show, I growled, he looked down at me with pity and continued watching. I pounced back onto him like a cat, and fought him for the remote. He slapped me really hard in the face, making me yelp in pain and collapse to the floor, crying.
My mom, hearing my cries, ran over from cooking and tried to help me, my brother tried to lie, but I told mom everything. His blow had left a mark on my cheek, a big red hand print, I rubbed my cheek, trying to soothe it. I closed my eyes as my mom picked me up and sat me on the couch and ran to the kitchen.
While she was gone, Mark slapped me again, even harder, in the same spot, and pretended he didn't do anything to make me yelp again. My mom came back with some frozen vegetables wrapped in a paper towel. She told me to hold it on my cheek, she grabbed Mark by the arm and drug him into his bedroom.
I don't know what happened in there, but whatever it was, made Mark really angry and a little sad. Mom came out and went back to cooking, I held my ice on my cheek, Mark came out, head hanging low. I looked up at him and he glared at me. I reflexively put my legs up onto the couch to defend myself, he didn't do anything though, just a glare.
He saw under my skirt, I followed his eyes, and thinking it was just my panties, I let him look, but thought he was weird. He pulled his pants down, revealing a hard dick, almost as big as dad's. He cover my mouth and started to put his dick under my skirt, I pushed him away, he went backwards and growled.
I wanted to get away from him, so I stood up, and started to walk away. He tripped me and I fell on my face, my skirt went way up during my fall, leaving me completely exposed. I stood up and left the living room, I went into the kitchen to see how long until breakfast would be done. Mom said it was almost done, and she grabbed plates out of the cabinet.
I decided to help her serve breakfast, eventually we were done serving and we called Mark and dad to come eat. I sat down at my seat, next to Mark, who was across from mom, and dad was at the head of the table. We started eating, Mark was not in a good mood, and he "accidentally" dropped his glass.
It only had water in it, but it was a mess, it broke in between me and him, so I couldn't leave my chair easily, because I was still barefoot. I looked down and noticed my right leg was bleeding, I didn't noticed the pain of it slicing me, but I could definitely see the blood.
I was bleeding quite a bit, my mom noticed and ran to get me a band-aid. She put a band-aid on my leg and picked me up out of my chair, allowing the two boys to clean up easier. Mark glared at me, but didn't do anything, he just cleaned up the glass. Once they were done, I got ready to go to school, making sure my backpack was packed, and I put my shoes on.
After that commotion of a day, I headed out the door and started walking to school. It wasn't that far, and Mark's was further, so I agreed to walk, so that they would only have to drop off one kid. Mark still had to walk home, but he still got a ride to get there. I knew the path to the school like the back of my hand, because I memorized it in anticipation.