My name is Melissa and I'm currently in my final year at UNC Chapel Hill. This is the story of what appeared to be your typical, suburban, American family from the outside but in reality was way out of control. To understand how things got so out of control I really need to start at the very beginning.
I grew up in an upper-middle class neighborhood in suburban Connecticut with my younger brother, Tim and my Parents. I guess we had a normal Family but what the hell do I know? Dad worked all the time and mom was always running around with her friends and spending his money. I was not overly close with my parents but I was very close with my little brother and always felt very protective over him. He is two years younger than me and I like to think I played the older sister role very well.
I have always been really popular with the boys. I managed to walk that fine line of being the "fun" girl without ever being considered the slutty girl. Of course my looks didn't hurt either. I'm 5'4" tall and 110 pounds with a very athletic body and B cup breasts. Light brown hair that goes just past my shoulders, tan skin and an ass that looks perfect in a bikini. I know how to flirt and flaunt my body but I never whore around.
Anyway, when I was a junior in HS mom died in a car accident leaving Tim and I alone with dad. After she was dead dad discovered that she had been having an affair and was in fact on her way to meet her lover when she crashed. Dad quickly spiraled out of control with mom gone. He was upset she was gone but also had tremendous resentment and ager over her affair. He started drinking really heavily and even started using cocaine. He tried hiding the coke from us in the beginning but after a few years he didn't even bother doing that. At this point things around the house were a mess. The cleaning lady quit because my dad wouldn't stop sexually harassing her and he was always wasted and belligerent. This caused all of the responsibility for cooking, cleaning and keeping up the house to be placed on my shoulders.
As dad got more and more out of control he started to bring girls back to the house with him. Not the kind of girls you want around your children but the kind that you pick up late at night in a dive bar. Some were prostitutes, some were there for the free coke and others were just sluts. I did my best to shield Tim from the situation but it was obvious even to him what was going on. We would hear our father stumble in around 3am with some noisy bimbo. Then we would have to listen to them having sex for hours. Sometimes it sounded like they were having fun but other times it would sound rough and the girls would leave upset. Things went on like this for a while. From the outside everything was normal but life inside our house was a mess.
After graduating HS I headed off to UNC Chapel Hill for college. I felt very guilty leaving Tim behind but I was so happy to not have to hide my disaster of a father anymore. I could finally have real friends. While at UNC I decided to pledge the KKG Sorority. By second semester I was a full fledged member and college life was great. I barely thought about home but Tim and I did speak and e-mail all of the time. I even got us both webcams so we could video chat. When my freshman year was finished I headed back to Connecticut to spend the summer at home. College had been so much fun and I really didn't want to leave but I figured one summer at home can't be too bad. Boy was I wrong.
The very first night home I realized that dad had spiraled even further out of control. The house was a disaster, empty liquor and beer bottles everywhere and even cut straws and traces of coke left on the coffee table. To make matters worse my brother Tim seemed really depressed. I took up my old role and started straightening up. I brought my laundry bag to the laundry room but the whole room was already filled with dirty clothes laying all over the place. I emptied my dirty laundry into a hamper and started the washer with my father's clothing. I didn't even know where he was or if he had even remembered I was coming home but already here I am doing his dirty laundry.
Dad got home later that night and stumbled in his usual drunk self. At least this time he was alone. He was nice enough to me, only making one slightly rude comment about how I was "dressed like a tramp". I was in a tank top and short shorts but nothing even close to "tramp" considering what some of the girls in my sorority wore around. I snapped back that I wouldn't have to wear this if I hadn't spent all day doing his laundry instead of my own and then left the room. Comments like that didn't bother me and I was used to it coming from him. What did bother me was how rude and nasty he was being to Tim. He was picking on him every chance he had, telling him what a wimp he was, that he was a looser and how he would be a virgin for life. It was having an obvious effect on Tim, crushing his self-esteem; this was the most upsetting to me.
I spent most of the night up in my room texting with my college friends and sneaking some of dad's beers. Tim went to bed early after being berated by our father, who continued to drink hard throughout the night. I hadn't heard him in a while so I figured he had drank himself to sleep. That's when I decided to head downstairs and start finally getting to my own laundry. When I walked into the laundry room I was shocked at what I saw. My father was standing in the laundry room with his pants around his ankles and his dick in his right hand. His left hand was holding a pair of my dirty panties up to his face. I was frozen, partially from fear and partially from disgust. I know the effect I have on men and I often flaunt that but I never imagined I would see my own father doing something like this. He turned and saw me there and didn't even flinch. He just kept stroking his dick while taking deep whiffs of my worn panties.
