Under the Spell of Youthful Beauty and Innocence

I recently attended a university convocation where my youngest sister, Vanessa, graduated with a degree. My mother and my other siblings were in attendance to applaud her success but not my father. I hadn’t seen him in years since he and my mother are estranged. While watching Vanessa walk down the aisle with her diploma in hand, I remembered an incident that happened in our family some ten years earlier. I was 16-years old at the time and had returned home from school earlier than usual because of an impromptu teacher’s meeting. As I entered the house, I could hear familiar noises coming from my parent’s bedroom. It sounded like my parents were having s** because there were moaning sounds as well as recurrent creaking sounds coming from the bed. I didn’t want to disturb them but I decided to peek in and see them in action. I had never actually seen them having s** before. As I peeked in, I could see my father on top of my mother, vigorously having s** with her. Her legs were spread wide apart and raised high. Seeing this was a bit embarrassing, so I immediately left and went down the basement to my bedroom. Even there, I could hear out the constant creaking sounds from their bed. This went on for quite a while but eventually the sounds stopped and I knew they had finished having s**.

A short while later, I came upstairs to the kitchen and encountered my father wearing a bathrobe. His face was red and he seemed to be exhausted. He was surprised to see me home so early and asked how long I had been home. When I told him, he became agitated and nervous. Then, when I asked him if mom was starting supper soon, he became extremely anxious and said she wasn’t home. Surprised, I immediately said, “But I just saw…” I stopped myself short of finishing the sentence because I knew something wasn’t right. His face turned even redder and he said, ”Your sister, Vanessa, is home. She was let out of school earlier, too.” With that comment, he fled the kitchen and I didn’t see him again for the rest of the day. Shortly after, my mother returned home and things went back to normal again. However, Vanessa stayed in her room and had supper brought to her there.

Later, in the privacy of my bedroom, I came to the unmistakable conclusion that what I had witnessed earlier that day, was that my 45-year-old father was having s***** i********** with my 11-year-old sister Vanessa. I didn’t recognize that it was her, because she was physically large for her age. And whether or not the s** act was consensual is irrelevant given her tender age. Vanessa was a particularly beautiful preteen girl and I guess my father just found that too much to resist.

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