Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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My name is Roberta, Roberta Johnson. Life was giving me no breaks at all; if it could go wrong, it sure as hell would. If it could go right, there was little chance that it might. I was returning home to my cottage in the dales, having spent two nights at my mothers, two fraught nights where she still blamed me for her husband, my dad, leaving.
My dad had thought that it was right and normal that he should be able to lift my skirt and have access to my fanny.
"Good grief girl, you are eighteen now, you need to give your father some relief." He had said.
"Fuck off dad, it's not right, no," had been my answer, "that is mum's role, not mine."
Mum had come into the room and looked at us both, dad with my skirt in his hand, me with my hands on my hips.
"What is my role Roberta Johnson?" She had asked.
"Fucking dad, that is not down to me."
She had looked at dad who had stared her down, "well she dresses like a trollop, what do you expect," he had said.
An almighty row broke out between the two of them, I just left them to it and went to my room. It was time to leave, but where to go? I texted my cousin who lived in Birmingham, she had a spare room, she said I could go there. First thing in the morning I left, leaving a note saying I would be in touch. I had packed everything of value into a suitcase and walked down the street and caught the bus into town, and then another from the bus station to Birmingham.
My cousin Leah was there to greet me, when I got off the bus and we went on another bus to her house in somewhere called Edgbaston. I had only been to Birmingham once and that was to watch a recording of Gladiators at the Birmingham NIA, staying overnight at some dive of a hotel not far from the NIA, and then a train from New Street rail station to Leeds, and then another train back home. The Gladiators recording had been fun and a lot of the stars mingled with the audience before and after the show, it had been a very good experience, well worth the ticket money and the cost of travel. Even one of the OG Gladiators, Wolf, from the original series was there, older, but just as naughty. When it had been showed on TV I spotted myself in the audience and I felt so cool.
Leah's house was actually a rented ground floor two-bedroom flat, not far from the university. It had rear garden access and space for one car at the front.
"My dad tried it on with me too Rob, "she said, "that's why I left home. He actually had me bent over the kitchen table and was pulling my knickers down when mum came home. She sided with dad, he said I had been asking him, wanting me. I just shook my head and went to my room. I managed to get this flat and now here I am."
"Do you ever see you parents Leah?"
"No, and I don't want to Rob, not since dad decided he wanted to stick his dick inside me." I hate it when people abbreviate my name to 'Rob', it sounds like a boys name and I have a fanny not a dick.
"I did actually used to fantasise about dad shagging me, but I don't think I ever let him know that, what he did just came out of the blue."
"Yeah, I did too, but I knew it was just fantasy world, I would never actually do it."
"I have a friend who I know from school, Rebecca Arkwright, she is shagging her dad every time her mum goes out."
"Wow. Does every girl think about it I wonder?"
I had settled into her spare room and my priority had been to get a job. I waitressed mostly, and then got a gig at H&M, which gave me discount on clothes, it was long days, but plenty of chance for extra hours and I managed to save up and eventually get my little Citroen car.
Then an opportunity came up in H&M in Bradford which came as a floor manager promotion. I secured the job and then got a really cheap cottage in the dales, it was on a farm, and was an old farm workers cottage. The rent was two hundred pounds a month which was ridiculously cheap. It was three quarters of an hour by car to work, so not too bad. I had to bid a tearful farewell to Leah and moved back to Yorkshire.
Life had seemed good, and then out of the blue the farm wanted their cottage back, so I had to find somewhere else to live, everything had seemed to be going so well. I rang mum and asked if I could go and stay with her for a bit. She, begrudgingly I thought, said yes.
"Your father is not here," she said when I got there, 'he left. After you raised your skirt to him, he left. Pastures greener."
"Mum, I didn't raise my skirt to him, dad did that all by himself."
"You must have given him the come along Roberta, he wouldn't have done it off his own bat."
"Mum, I didn't, I wasn't interested in sex, I had no desire to go to bed with my dad, never even in my dreams did I imagine or want sex with my dad."
"No smoke without fire girl," mum said. I just wasn't getting through to her. She blamed me and that was that. She said I could go back and live there until I managed to get myself a flat or bedsit sorted. I had stayed with her for a couple of days, but the atmosphere was frosty, the mum that loved me seemed to have gone.
I had driven back to my cottage to stay one last night and pick up all my belongings, and just as I was going straight over a crossroads, my car cut out and stopped. Brilliant. Rain chucking it down and me no idea about cars, no recovery service and no mobile phone signal anyway. Almost pitch black, just the lights from the nearby towns reflected off the clouds to give me murky glimpse of the sodden outside world. Nothing I could do, but sit there in the dry.
Someone tapped on my window, Jesus, I nearly jumped out of my skin. I wound my window down just enough to speak.
"Problem?" A rich deep male voice asked.
"Yes, car has cut out, I don't know why."
