Angel's Hell*Part III

6/2o1

Today my mom called and asked how everything was going. I wanted to tell her about uncle/dad's nightly visits, but I just couldn't bring myself to. So I lied and told her everything was fine. 2

My uncle/dad's wife came back last night. She was at some sort of convention in Ohio, or Nevada or something. She looked surprised to see me here; not a happy sort of surprised either. She said she was going to Greenville to pick up her son and daughter from her mom's tomorrow. Inside my mind, I urged her to stay.3

This morning, when she went to work, (she's in the Air Force), uncle/dad called me into his room.4

"Close the door." I obeyed, hesitantly.5

"Sit on the bed." I sat, grudgingly.6

"Now. Clair is back and I don't want any problems from you. If you say anything, I'll make you pay for it. You hear me?"7

I sat on the bed looking into the malice that exuded from his eyes.8

"Yes, sir."9

"I mean it, Robyn. One word out of you about anything and you will live to regret it."10

"Yes, sir."11

"Come here and give me a kiss."12

I stood but I couldn't get my feet to move. He grabbed my arm and pulled me onto his lap.13

"Kiss me." he ordered.14

He gripped my face with one hand and kissed me deeply, biting my bottom lip and roving around in my mouth with his tongue. His other hand dangled loosely on my vagina, patting it softly. 15

I felt his hardness on my leg and inched away.16

"Give me your hand." He clutched my wrist, bringing it down on his stiff member.17

"When you feel that, you stay where you are. You don't move unless I tell you to. I'm your Daddy and you do what I say. Understand?" he spat.18

"Yes, sir." I whispered. 19

He adjusted me, so that I was sitting on his lap, facing him. I felt his hardness on my virginity and I wanted to move away so bad. He brought his mouth down to my neck, making little circles with his tongue. His hands cupped my buttocks, forcing me to grind on his hard member. He pushed my head onto his neck, telling me to suck on it.20

I licked his salty skin and dared not stop. He began to grind my sex on his member faster and harder. I began to feel my panties moisten. I felt nauseous and my panties grew wetter with each grind. He was groaning, gripping my buttocks tight and sliding my vagina up and down on his lap.21

All of a sudden, he stopped, telling me to get out. I left the room, closing the door behind me confused with wet jeans and panties. I came in the room to write and it's close to dinner time. When will Clair get home?