Dad came looking for me. He found me next to the postbox at the bottom of the road. I was flirting with old Mike who'd been our postman forever. When I heard the car I jumped. I'd actually been rubbing the crotch of Mike's post office issue trousers. I have to say he didn't seem to mind at all.
"God dammit Kirsty, get in the car!" Dad shouted.
I got in the passenger seat and we drove back to the house in silence.
As we got in I went to my room and Dad slammed the door.
Mum came out the living room.
"Who was it this time?" she shouted.
"The bloody postman" Dad sighed.
"Fuck! We need to put a stop to this!" Mum raged.
"But you know what she's been through" Dad argued.
"I know but there's no excuse! You'd think after being locked up and abused by all those perverts for 3 years she'd never want sex again!"
"Look!" Dad hissed "she wasn't like other 19 year olds. She was shelter ... WE sheltered her. She was a virgin. Who knows what it did to her if that was her first experience ".
"I know Gerry but I've read the police report. Gerry, she enjoyed it! She didn't fight, or try to run. When the men came over SHE'D go to THEM!"
"That's enough Marion!" Dad shouted and went to the garage.
Later I heard Mum go out. I crept out my room and found Dad in the living room staring at the TV but not really watching.
"I'm sorry Daddy" I said cuddling up to him on the couch.
"I know Princess. It's not your fault. Mum just doesn't understand" he put his arm around me.
"Neither do I!" I said exasperated. "But would she rather I was screaming and in torment for 3 years?"
"God no! Don't even say it" Dad shuddered and held me tighter.
I hid in my room for the next two days. I heard Mum and Dad arguing, then, one morning, she was gone. As a parting gift she left me a note telling me she couldn't ever look at me again.
I went to Dad's room & hugged him. I told him it was all my fault but after getting it every single day, sometimes several times a day, I was used to it and needed it.
That night Dad found me standing at the open door. He came up and put his hand on my shoulder.
"I still can't get used to sleeping alone Daddy," I said.
I saw the pain cross his face but he said, "Come on, you can sleep in my bed Princess. I can't sleep alone either."
It was so cosy in Dad's big bed and the sound of a man snoring next to me was familiar, soothing. I had on a t-shirt and my panties. I lay on my side and Dad cuddled into my back. I tried to ignore the way my pussy throbbed at falling asleep with a man covering my body.
