I guess I'll start by filling you in on the information. I live with my Mom, Dad, and little sister. We live in a little trailer park in a little town. We aren't the brady bunch, we have had our problems. I hear Dad and Mom argue all the time. But it isn't as bad as some kids have it. At least I thought.
 One night I heard my Mom and Dad arguing like usually. The same things are said. I guess my Mom has a problem with drugs and drinking, while Dad has a problem gambling and with porn.Â
 My Dad works at home on the computer, not really sure doing what. But I guess he gambles alot online. I've walked in on him with porn on the computer my share of times, and he just keeps it on the screen, never takes it off. Like its an ok thing.Â
 My Mom on the other hand seems to always be drunk or high. I'm not sure what drugs she does, she at least makes sure we aren't around to see her do them. But she always has a glass of some hard liquor.Â
 Well I've learned to live with these things, I've thought about running away, but I care about my little sister Heather too much. I'm only 14, but feel like I'm the only one looking after her. She is 12 and I don't want her to have to be alone to deal with this. So I'm stuck. But they usually leave us alone, and never take out any of there anger on us. So it isn't wasn't too bad. But one day, while my Mom was next door drinking with the neighbor. I was fixing Heather lunch, still in my pj's. My Dad came out of the room and said, "You look good Steff...". He looked me up and down and it made me feel really weird. Mostly because I didn't look good, I looked like shit actually. The only thing a guy would think looked good was my body. I slept in a tanktop and really short shorts. I didn't have an amazing body, my tits just barely started to show, but I was always told at school I had a "fat ass". It was a bad thing, at least the girls in gym made it seem like a bad thing. But my ex-bf loved it. But I never changed out of my pj's at home, since I figured no one would be checking me out, at least thats what I thought. But now that my Dad said something, it made me feel really weird. I didn't know what to say, so I just said thanks and continued to make lunch. He went back in his room, and I quickly went to mine and put on a bra, long sleeve shirt and jeans. I came back out and Heather was so excited, I asked her what was going on. "Daddy is going to take us swimming at the lake!!!" Yay I thought to myself, I hadn't been to the lake yet this year! We got changed and we headed to the lake, just the three of us. I had already forgot about my Dad's comment and the look on his face. That is till we got there and my Dad had his Video Camera. I usually didn't care when he recorded the family, but why would he want to record us at the lake? I really knew why, but I didn't want to believe it. I didn't want to ask him either, which is why I was greatful Heather did. "Daddy...why did you bring the camera...aren't you scared it will get wet?" "No baby girl, I just want to remember times like this, pretty soon you will be grown up and gone, and it will be fun to look back on these and remember good times." As he started to record I didn't want to take off my shirt or shorts anymore, I didn't want to be recorded in my bikini. "Steff...aren't you going to swim...?" "Yea...I guess..." I took off my shirt and shorts, I could feel the video camera on me, and I didn't like it. I quickly got in the lake and started to swim with Heather. It was fun when I was in, I decided I was just going to stay in there. That way I won't be on tape to much. My Dad came and joined us in the lake, we were all swimming and laughing. It was really fun, we were playing around and just acting like a normal family. Then my Dad had to grab me, which wasn't bad, except that I could feel his Dick poking against me. I let a little yelp out and looked at him. He had the same face as this morning and I didn't know what to do, I just froze there. He was behind me and he pulled me closer, I could feel it in between my ass-cheeks. "Dad...what are you doing...??" I asked him. I knew what he was doing, I just wanted him to stop so bad. "Just wrestling...you don't like it...?" "Not really Dad...can we stop...please??" "If you don't like it we can..." he pulled away and I quickly got out and put my clothes on. I couldn't believe what had just happened. The got out and dried off and we left. When we got home I went into the room and didn't know what to do. Should I tell someone? I didn't want him to get in trouble. I loved my Dad, he was a good Dad. Except for this, I didn't want this. Just then he came in my room. "Steff, I need to talk to you." He closed the door and sat down beside me, I wanted to move away but resisted. "Steff, I'm sorry for what happened at the lake, I thought you would like it....you aren't going to tell anyone are you? Because if you do, I could get in trouble, you don't want me to get in trouble do you?" "No Dad...I don't..." I said, with my head still down. "Steff this type of thing is normal, you do know what I"m talking about right?" I nodded yes, I knew he was talking about sexual things. "Girls usually learn with there Dads....its the safest way...do you understand still?" I nodded again. "Ok...thats a good girl...I'll be back tonight ok...I'm glad you understand that its suppose to happen like this...and that you're not suppose to tell anyone right??" I didn't move, I didn't mean that I understanded that it had to happen, I just meant that I understanded that I knew what he was talking about. I was so scared and nervous I just nodded yes. "Thats good Steff...we'll go slow ok..." He kissed me on the forhead and left the room.Â
 If I am going to run away this is the time, I thought to myself. But I can't, what if he does it to Heather? What if this is how its suppose to happen? Should I just tell?? I couldn't, we would be homeless, my Dad is the only one that works. If he got in trouble all of us would be homeless. I was stuck. I had this sick feeling in my stomach. If this is normal, it sure didn't feel like it.Â
 The hours went by so fast that day, and night was here. I was in bed, hoping my Dad wouldn't come. But just as I thought that I saw the light from the hall on my wall, and then the door close. Please be Heather...Please be Heather. "Steff...you have to be quiet ok...your Mom just fell asleep...so try to by as quiet as you can..." my dad said as he lay on the bed. I knew this was the only way, I couldn't change it. I just have to accept it. "Ok Steff, it is going to be a little uncomfortable, and it might hurt a little, but thats normal, just try to relax and loosen up. Try to enjoy it ok, remember that this is all normal." I tried to listen and relax, but I was still tense. I wanted to enjoy this, I wanted to make the best of a bad situation. The covers were off and my shorts and panties were being pulled down. I sat up and took my shirt off. He laid me down and just looked at me. "You're so beautiful Steff...so...amazing" He leaned down and started to kiss my belly, it sent shivers all over my body. This wasn't the first time I had done things like this, but it sure felt like it. He moved up my belly towards my nipples. As he licked them I couldn't help but let a moan out. "Thats it Steff...let yourself go..." He continued to lick and suck them, his hands caressing my chest as he did. He moved up and started to kiss me. It was so weird...but I kissed back. Feeling his tounge in my mouth made me remember exactly what was going on again. I started to tense up and get that feeling in my stomach. Just then he pulled away and got up off the bed, he went to the foot of the bed and got on it with his knees. He spread my legs and looked for a bit. He didn't say anying and started to kiss in between my legs. I could feel my pussy getting wet with excitement. As nervous as I was I couldn't deny how good it felt. Who knows, I thought to myself, I may even get off. I let a moan out as I felt his mouth touch my pussy. My back arched up as his tounge flicked over my clit. This was better than what my ex-bf did, thats for sure. I could feel myself getting close, my legs were twitching and I was letting out a constant moan, not too loud, but loud enough that my Dad could hear. I knew guys liked to hear girls moan, lets them know they are doing a good job. At least thats what I read in a magazine. I could feel the orgasm building up, but he stopped. "Steff...this might hurt a little ok...just try to relax..." he said. I nodded yes to him, but I knew it wasn't going to hurt. I hadn't had sex yet, but I had been fingered a few times before with my ex. Many times I had done it to myself, so I wasn't too worried. But then I felt a pain, more of a burn. I didn't know for sure, so I took a look....yep...his finger wasn't in my pussy, he put it in my ass. Why there? Isn't that gay?? I was a little confused, but he started to eat me out again and the pain was gone. I could feel the pressure of his finger going in and out of it, but the pleasure overtook the pain. When he stopped eating me out the pain kicked in again, but it seemed to be 3 times worse than before. I looked and noticed he had 2 fingers in there now, and they were going all the way in. "Daddy...it burns...", I said hoping he would stop. "You need to get used to it Steff...just try to relax". I lay my head back down and he continued to do it for a few more minutes. He pulled his fingers out and got up off the foot of the bed and walked up by my face. As he was doing that he undid the button and zipper on his pants. As he got to the head of the bed he kneeled on it again, this time with his dick out. "Steff...will you put it in your mouth, I'll show you what to do ok." I knew what to do already, but I couldn't tell him that. So I grabbed it and put it in my mouth. I pretended I didn't know what I was doing, and just let it sit in my mouth and sucked on it. "No Steff...you gotta move your mouth over it, put it in and out....yea like that...use your tounge alot, don't be afraid to taste it...yea just like that Steff..." He put his head up with pleasure and I started to do what my ex had taught me. Not only that, I had watched my share of videos on the the internet. My Dad was moaning, so I knew I was doing a good job. "Steff...do you know what cum is..." I nodded yes. "Ok...do you want me to cum in your mouth, on your tits, or in your ass?" He asked. I had swallowed before, and it wasn't too bad. The ass thing hurt, so I didn't want to do that, and the titty thing I'd never done. I figured I'd just let him choose. So I pulled him out..."What do you want to do Dad?" "I want to cum on your titties baby..." I continued for a few more minutes, then his hand that was on my head gripped my hair and he pulled himself out of me. "Ohhh here you go baby...here is what you wanted..." He said as he jerked himself. Cum spurt out and landed on my face, it shocked me. I closed my eyes and felt these warm globs fall on my tits and face. He told me he wanted to cum on my tits, but most of it ended up on my face. I stopped, and he put it in my mouth for a minute before pulling it out again. "Ohhh shit...ohhh damn...that was amazing Steff...." He said as he got off the bed and started to pull up his pants. I was trying not to get any of it in my eyes, as it dripped down my face and onto my titties. "Can you pass me a towel Dad" I asked. "No baby...you're supposed to scoop it up and swallow it..." I didn't want to, but I kinded just wanted the night to end. So I scooped up the cum off my tits and face and started to put it in my mouth. I only gagged once while swallowing it. "You're amazing Steff, we are going to have a good time, but remember...this is our secret k...you can't tell ANYONE..." he said looking at me so seriously. "I won't Dad...I promise!" "Ok...goodnight baby, I'll see you in the morning...wear what you did yesterday morning", he said as he walked out the door. I lay down, grasping what had just happend. Now that it was over, it wasn't as bad as I thought it was. I didn't get off, but maybe next time.....NEXT TIME!! I couldn't believe I was thinking about a next time, almost looking forward to it. But I guess thats just making the best out of the situation. Better me than Heather I thought. Thinking back on the situation, it turned me on. I finished myself off thinking of the things we did, and just accepted that I did like it. Accepted that I did want a next time.Â