1. House Party


    Date: 11/5/2017, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Sex Humor, Author: qudduse, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    minutes.&#034 He mumbled sl**pily. I wanted to curl up and return to dreamland but took his invitation to lay next to him. The room was still dark and it seemed to be the middle of the night. My b*****r pulled me against his chest as I found his lips. &#034I had that nightmare again.&#034 He sighed and cradled my head in his arms. &#034It's okay. Stay with me and I'll keep you safe.&#034 I wanted to believe I was out of harm's way but my tummy was nervous. I couldn't relax. My mind wouldn't let me and I struggled to think of something else. Anything but my stepfather stealing my virginity in the pitch blackness of night, pulling away my covers and touching me everywhere his greedy hands wished to. I woke up again an hour later screaming. Bryan sat up in bed and kissed me softly near the nape of my neck, under my left ear. I realized I was awake and we were in our house, on the other side of the country. He cuddled with me and stroked the back of my neck with a finger, at the base of my skull. My knees went weak as he soothed me, whispering promises into my ear. Declarations of his love for me. That I meant the world to him, that without me in his life he wouldn't have a reason to live. And I believed him, not just because he was my big b*****r but because we shared an unbreakable bond. Brittany stayed with us for a few weeks until her boyfriend was put in prison. Neither of us knew the reason but it made the newspaper. A few ...
    women came forward who he ****d brutally and left for dead outside town. We kept a low profile for over a year, keeping to ourselves, making minimal trips to the store and stayed out of the spotlight. Soon, my b*****r used his teaching degree and got a job at the local school. I was hired to help with the daycare students, too young for kindergarten but still teachable. I assisted them in basic skills, ones their parents should have instilled in them by now. One might call these k**s problematic. I had a natural gift for speaking to the handful of young k**s I oversaw, they listened to every word and obeyed my instructions. My life had purpose. I occasionally woke up with memories of the terrors I'd experienced, but those became so rare that I could sl**p in my own room. Bryan returned to his bed and Brittany took the guest room across the hall from his. Once a week, Bryan slept in my bed and comforted me. He spent the entire night holding me, consoling my fears and reassuring me that life was looking up. We were survivors. ***** NOTE: This is my s****r's story. I published it under my account because she wrote it under my account on the forum. I do not take credit for the story, though I encouraged her to write and the events do involve me under the pen name Bryan. She used the name Julia for herself, though those are neither of our names. Thanks for reading and hopefully you like what you've read enough to vote it positively.
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