I didn’t know…

To excuse everyone, but as you may know, I’m not a girl, this story you’re about to read, takes place as the little girl. Again, this is not a true story.

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Like all the stories go, this is the story on how I saw my first, uh, dick.. I’ve never really had sex, just the occasional handjob, and blowjob, and dry humping, but never actually had sex until I was a teen, and even still. I’ve got to be honest though, I never really expected things to go the way it did, but then again, never did my dad. Dad was never a “pervert”, and never really intended to do the things we did when I was little, but I was young then, and I was very curious at the time, well let me start from the beginning.

Ever since I could walk, my parents would often let me sleep in their bed, because yes I was one of those kids that was “afraid of the boogie man in the closet”, or “under the bed”, and then there was the thunderstorms, which I thought was “God’s wrath on the world”. Silly right? Anyways, I didn’t exactly care what they were doing, I would just barge in, get in bed, and cuddle with my mom, but mostly with my dad. After awhile, they started kicking me out after awhile cause I was always afraid of the lightning and loud thunder with every storm.

“You need to sleep in your own bed, or it’d be a waste of money for us!” Mom always said. Everything was about this “money” thing I never really understood, all I knew is that the adults worshiped it like if it was another “God” to worship, except you give it to other people to make happy, and bring home the ice cream from the store. “You’re not going to sleep with us forever are you?”

“No.” I whined.

“Then go be a big girl and sleep in your own bed! It’s what we got it for!”

Then off I went pouting to bed. The cuddling was pretty much rare, and soon, non-existent, sometimes I’d only ask Dad if I could sleep with them that night, mostly it was always “No sweety, you need to sleep in your bed.” Eventually, they gave in and let me sleep with them on the weekends, which was fine by me because then I can sleep in with them until one or both of them wakes up, the one usually being Mom, and if so then I’d just stay in bed with Dad for a moment longer until I eventually “woke up” and moved on with my day.

“I GOT IT!!” Mom shouted after hanging up the phone.

“Got what?” I asked.

“I got the job at Walmart!! Finally!!”

“About time that damn store called.” Dad grumbled. “Now let me sleep for another hour.” It was 11 in the morning.

“Come on dear, you got to wake up sometime, and you too little miss, just because we let you sleep with us on the weekends doesn’t mean you can sleep in until noon.”

“Yes mom.”

Mom has been trying to get a job at the Walmart down the road for 3 months now, and she finally got the call that morning.

“So when do you start?” Dad asked.

“Tomorrow!!”

“Well, that was quick.”

I sat there smiling and nodding, even though I didn’t know what was going on half the time.

For the rest of that Saturday, we did our usual family things. Breakfast, or well Lunch at this point, a few chores around the house, and finally watching College Gameday with dad. I loved watching the guy putting on whichever school mascots mask and hearing the reactions from all the people, and sometimes my dad laughing. After that, he’d tune into whichever game interested him the most, and we’d watch College Football the rest of the day.

That evening, Mom came up to me,

“Now just because I’m going to my first day of work tomorrow doesn’t mean you can sleep in all day with your Dad, and then watch nothing but Football again tomorrow, make sure you get your chores done, ok?”

“Ok mom, I’ll do my best!”

“Good girl, now go get ready for bed.”

Mom got up at around 5 in the morning, I woke up from all the movement, but didn’t move much, just barely opened my eyes just to see Mom getting up, getting a shower, getting dressed, and getting out of the house for her first day on the job. After she left, I attempted to go back to sleep, without any luck, it was 5:30 in the morning, and I couldn’t get back to sleep, so I tossed and turned with my eyes closed and turned my back towards Dad. Still cold, even with the covers around me, I scooted back to get as close to Dad as possible. His pajama bottoms were made of soft cotton which made me feel a little more warm, I liked that feeling.