8th summer part 4: Dad’s turn

I was introduced to sex by my brother and our neighbor Danny in my 8th summer, and was used by my brother when he wanted it, and was cornered by Danny every chance he got to do kinky stuff with me and pass me around to his classmates. It was a game I had asked to play, not knowing what it would lead to but I played along and did as I was told. I didn’t have much choice but I didn’t mind very much because I was the center of attention with older boys. I went from a pudgy somewhat unattractive 8 year old to a pudgy somewhat attractive but plain 12 year old having a variety of sexual experiences with a number of teenage boys, mostly arranged by Danny. Sometimes Danny’s clients would find me coming home from school and have me in the vacant field. Most time he arranged for them to have me in one form or another and his clients didn’t mind fucking a chubby little girl. Finally I thought I’d get a break when I became 12 and both Danny and my brother went off to college, but I was wrong.

Mom got a job at the hospital working nights to help pay my brother’s tuition and I was left alone with Dad. By 12 I had gotten taller but still had ample baby fat and a pudgy shape with budding but noticeable breasts and a round bubble butt. I needed a bra though I hadn’t become a woman yet. It started one night when I had gone to my room after taking my bath and I left my door ajar because I thought Dad was downstairs watching TV. I took off my bathrobe and was standing naked and looking at myself in my mirror, not all that happy with what I was seeing but at least I was getting taller and I did have rounding tits and something of a figure, though I didn’t have any pubic hair yet. I was shocked when I saw Dad standing in the doorway to my room watching me naked and he said ooops, pretending he had just got there and kind of laughed but he didn’t move. He made sure he got a good look at me and where I was in the corner looking in my full length mirror I had nowhere to go and nothing to cover myself with but my hands. I turned my back to him but he could see my front in the mirror. He chuckled and said don’t worry honey I used to change your diapers and you may be bigger but I’ve already seen all you’ve got, so put your hands down and let me see how my little girl has grown.

I mean NOW Eileen!

I was so red in the face as I dropped my hands to my sides and turned to him. I was so ashamed that he had caught me looking at myself and so embarrassed that now I had to display my naked body to my father.

Now turn around full so I can see it all baby and I turned around showing him my entire naked body. He didn’t leave the doorway for a time and he left only after getting a good look at me all over but he took his time looking me over and didn’t close my door when he finally left.

From then on the slow manipulation started. The kiss he gave me when he came home from work was now on my mouth and it was lasting longer and sometimes it was more than once. His hand was always around my shoulder and was always brushing my breast. I was getting a lot of full body hugs and one hand was always on or very close to my ass. The hugs would end with a few pats on my bottom. If I had a skirt on he would try to hike it up the back but I usually got away from him before he got it up too high. Once he got it up and squeezed my ass. He would come up behind me as I was washing the dishes and put his arms around my waist and kiss me on the neck, pressing his body into my back and saying how he loved his little girl his hands moving up and down my front just to my pussy and just touching my tits. Each time he did it he got a little braver and touched me a little more where he shouldn’t be. He never paid much attention to me before and this attention was embarrassing me. I thought I could at least trust my dad.

We would watch TV and sometimes we would sit on the couch and he would have an arm around me holding me against him with his hand lightly over my breast just barely resting his hand on it and sometimes he would rub my leg with his other hand. Some nights he would be in his chair when I came into the living room and he would make me sit on his lap. Those nights became more frequent and his hands became bolder, moving over me and holding me against him pretending to watch TV, but I could feel his hard-on growing in his pants each night and each night there seemed to be more kisses right on my mouth with show Daddy you love him as the excuse and I would kiss him and sometimes he held me behind my head and made it last too long for a dad to do. I would try to pull away or to avoid him but it didn’t stop him. He’s my Dad, geez. And he started tucking me in at night.

The tucking in was the bravest he became, taking my covers wherever they were and making sure he ran his hands over my breasts as he pulled my covers up to my neck. If the covers were already up around my chest he would make sure he grabbed them on my tits so he could get a good feel all the time pretending like neither of us noticed what he was doing to me.