My Disgusting Experience with Daddy: Parts 6 and 7: Kevin Comes Home
(This is a hard-core story, meant for people who like hard-core, raunchy, taboo stuff!! If you’re not into that, please don’t read!)
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I’d had enough. It wasn’t right, and it was time for me to call my oldest brother Kevin, who was away at college, whom I was closest to. I had to tell him about Daddy, about what he had become, that he’d raped me, that he was a drunk. I knew that telling Kevin might possibly create some irreversible family turmoil, but I knew in my heart and in my head that this was what I had to do. Kev was more like a father to me than Daddy was, that’s for sure!
It was early in the morning, I remember it was a Thursday, a little before 8 am, and I prayed that Kevin didn’t have any early classes that day, that I’d get him at his dorm room. My heart was pounding out of my chest, and with shaking hands I dialed the number from the kitchen phone and waited while it started to ring. One ring…. I could barely breathe… two rings…. I was starting to sweat… three rings…
“WHO ARE YOU CALLING AT THIS HOUR?” I heard Daddy’s booming voice from behind me. I jumped out of my skin!! My head snapped around, my hands fumbled and I dropped the phone. I was shaking so much I couldn’t stand still, and clumsily grabbed the phone cord to pull the receiver back up off the floor.
“Uhh, I’m just calling Kevin” I said. Why did I tell him who I was calling?? Dammit!!
I was back in possession of the phone, if only barely. The phone wasn’t up against my ear, but I heard Kevin answer and say “Hello?” while I looked at Daddy, and he looked at me. He had a look of realization in his eyes, like he remembered, like he knew what had happened. And like he knew why I was calling Kevin.
“Hello??!” I heard Kevin say again.
I put the receiver to my ear, and feeling scared as a mouse I meekly said “H- h-hi Kev”.
Daddy and I still had our eyes fixed on each other, and then Daddy surprised me. I was really expecting him to take the phone out of my hands and do something awful. But he didn’t. Instead, he just smirked, and also let out a little bit of a chuckle, and then went to the fridge to get himself an unopened and chilled fresh bottle of vodka. He seemed amused at something, and I couldn’t believe he was letting me make this phone call!
“Hey Squirt” Kevin said sleepily. “It’s 8 am, why are you calling so early? This is the one day I can sleep in, my first class is after lunch!”
“I’m sorry Kev” I said. How could I talk to him with Daddy right there??
“Is something wrong? Is everything ok with you and Dad and Jakey?” Jakey was my other brother, younger than Kevin, older than me. He was 20, and also away at college. His real name was Jake, but we’d called him Jakey for as long as I can remember. The story goes that he used to play with himself so much as a child that my mom would wake him up saying “Wakey wakey, hands off snakey, Jakey!”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re ok” I said. “I just wanted to chat.” CHAT?? I couldn’t believe I said that, but with Daddy right there I didn’t know what else to say.
I heard Kevin sigh; I could tell he was annoyed. “Chat, Jenny?? It’s 8 o’clock in the morning. I’m going to be home in like 36 hours… think you could wait until then?? Seriously, I’ve only bed in bed for like 2 hours.”
“You’re coming home this weekend??!” I asked.
“Yes!” he said with frustration. “It’s my birthday on Saturday, or did you forget?”
Kevin was coming home this weekend!!! I’d totally forgotten about his birthday!! That was perfect! I’d much rather talk to him in person!
“Oh, no I didn’t forget! I’m sorry I bothered you…” I told him.
He asked “Is Jakey going to be there?” I didn’t know the answer to that. Reluctantly I said “Let me ask”.
I went to find Daddy, who was once again in his chair in the family room, pouring himself a morning “pick-me-up”.
“Is Jakey coming home for Kevin’s birthday this weekend?” I asked.
My father didn’t even look at me and said “No, he has to work.” Both my brothers worked jobs to put themselves through college, since Daddy wasn’t making any money anymore.
“No, he has to work” I said to Kevin. Strangely, I heard my dad chuckling, again.
“Ok, Jen” Kevin said. “I’ll see you soon, then, ok? And we’ll chat. I need to go back to sleep.”
“Ok, Kev” I said, feeling grateful that I’d be able to see him so soon!
I was about to tell him goodbye when he said “Hey, Jen, Dad said he has a big surprise for me for my birthday, do you know anything about that?”
I was really surprised. Daddy hadn’t been able to afford anything more than dollar store presents for a long time, I had no idea what he was talking about!
“Umm, no idea Kevin.” I truly had no idea what that was all about.
“Ok, well, see you soon. Love you, Squirt” he said.
“Love you too, Kev” I responded, and then hung up the phone.
I looked at Daddy again and I couldn’t stop feeling like he was amused at my attempt to call Kevin for help. It didn’t make sense. “Asshole”, I thought, again, and turned to walk away. “You’ll pay for this jerk-wad!” I went to my room, to gather my sheets and find my panties, and do yet another load of laundry.
The next 24 hours passed without incident, except for a few sleezy leers from Daddy. And that smirk. Where did that come from??!!
It was the next night, Friday night, that Kevin finally arrived home with his duffle bag. He had barely said “I’m home” when I flew at him and threw my hands around his neck. “Happy Birthday!! Welcome home!!” I cried, so happy to see him!!
“Hey Squirt!” he said, and laughed. He hugged me back. I was so thankful he was home! I’d tell him everything this weekend, what a relief!!
“It’s not my birthday until tomorrow, so you can say that again then” he laughed.
That night we ordered out for pizza, watched the new Harry Potter movie, and had a nice normal evening. Daddy got drunk, but he drank in his bedroom, so I’m not even sure if Kevin had any idea what Daddy had become.
The next day it was Saturday, and it was Kevin’s birthday. Very early, around 6 o’clock, I was woken up by Daddy. His hand was on my thigh, then on my breast and he shook it, saying “wake up, little one.” He shook my tit again, and chuckled, letting his laugh come out as a “heh heh heh”. His hand on my breast tightened and squeezed my tit through my tee-shirt. I opened my eyes, thinking I needed to get Kevin, to show him what Daddy was doing!! I sat up, and even after that Daddy didn’t let go of my tit! He kept opening and closing his hand on my breast, pinching my nipple through my tee-shirt as I was awake and looking at him! I pushed his hand away, wiping the sleep out of my eyes.
“Follow me” he said. No, commanded. He found my nipple again and gave it a hard rolling pinch, and then started to walk out of the room. Half-asleep, I got up and followed him. He was still my daddy, and I still felt like I needed to do what he said.
He led me to the family room, and told me to have a seat in his recliner chair. I thought to myself, “That’s the chair that he usually sits in to look at those incest pictures on his computer and jerk off!”
Nonetheless, I sat down on the chair. I felt a little bit of confidence, knowing that Kevin was in the house.
Suddenly, I felt my dad’s hands on my wrists, and before I knew what was happening my hands were in restraints, and I think they were real handcuffs! My hands were behind my back with my wrists tied, or handcuffed, together! My natural reaction was to try to get up, but the next thing I knew I was knocked back on the chair, my head feeling the blow, and I felt my legs being tied or duct taped or hand-cuffed (I had no idea) to the front legs of the chair.
I fully woke up and realized I was bound to Daddy’s chair, unable to get up. My hands were behind my back and my ankles were bound to the chair legs.
My eyes were wide open now, and the clock on the wall showed that it was only 6:08 am.
I looked around and saw Daddy on the couch. What a role reversal! Now I was the one in his chair and he was the one looking at me!! I couldn’t believe he was doing this with Kevin in the house!
He picked up a box, wrapped in Spiderman birthday paper, and held it out to me. It looked like a present!!
I said “What?? Why did you get me a gift, Daddy? It’s not my birthday, it’s Kevin’s!!”
He laughed, and ohhhhhh how he relished that laugh!!
Without saying anything he turned the box so that it’s bottom-side was pointing towards me. There was no bottom. It had been completely cut out. It was basically a wrapped empty cardboard shell that resembled a present.
He set it down next to him on the couch, rose, and came towards me. He put his face right next to mine.
“Listen” he said, in his commanding Daddy-voice. “You are going to be quiet and not say a word. You listen to me, little girl!” He pulled at the waist line of my sweatpants and shoved 2 fingers into my dry pussy. He didn’t seemed ashamed anymore, his face close to mine, as he fingered my puss, snagging some of my pussy hair and breathing his disgusting breath in my face. He looked me right in the eye and said “Keep quiet or you’ll get my cock in your ass next time.” I felt his thick fingers inside of me, moving around and feeling me from the inside. I was still so sore down there, and I didn’t want his fingers inside me again.
I sucked in my breath, and started to quake, once again, with fear. “Kevin!!” I cried out in my mind!
Then he withdrew his hand and fingers from my pussy, and picked up the Spiderman gift box and put it over my head.
I couldn’t see anything, and I couldn’t get that damned box off my head because my hands and legs were bound!
He used scissors on my tee-shirt and then my sweatpants until I was 100 percent naked.
I heard the slosh of the bottle again, and knew he’d taken another swig of vodka, while I sat in his chair, bound and spread naked, with that stupid Spiderman box on my head.
Suddenly, I felt and heard an enormous slap on my left tit, followed by another chuckle. I started to cry out, but then remembered what he had said; that I should keep quiet. I felt his presence there for a while; he was probably just looking at me, spread open and completely exposed!
A few quiet moments went by, and I thought he had left the room. Then I heard 2 sets of feet shuffling into the family room.
“Happy Birthday, Son!” I heard Daddy say.
“Oh my God, Dad!! Seriously??!!!” It was Kevin’s voice. “This is WAY better than last year!”
“Who is she?” Kevin asked, as I felt a new hand lift up my breast, flick my nipple, and let it fall...