I was out beyond our campsite and tent looking for firewood and had found some over by a tree that had roots out in the water. With my arms piled high...with firewood I carried it up to just beyond our campsite and dropped it there. As I was walking back into the light of the campfire I noticed Wetzel looked up quickly, taking a short quick breath; behind and beside me like he was startled and didn’t have time to say anything. I didn’t think and just reacted, putting my fist up with my knuckles. I don’t now remember what alerted me to Dad’s piqued interest. I suppose between my pride in my developing body, and his increased attentiveness and generosity, my intuition was that one might have been the genesis of the other. This all came to a head shortly after my sixteenth birthday. Mom was called away on business. By this time I had figured out the purpose of Mom’s cache of toys and had begun to accumulate toys of my own and to experiment with them. I masturbated regularly. That is to. I push my hips up to meet him as he enters. He reaches and grabs my pony tail. “You like that? You dirty slut” he tells“Oh fuck. Yes. Fuck me hard. Oh my god. You’re so big!!!” “Take the big cock. I want you to cum on it!”“I'm cuming. Of fuck!” I scream as a huge orgasm takes my body over. My pussy contacting against his cock, not letting him pull out. Charlie holds onto me while I catch my breath. I finally am able to catch my breath and fall against the couch, feeling all the cum. “It’s for you.” He gave me a lewd grin. He brought his hand from behind his back and presented me with a box. I reached out and took the box in my hand. I lifted the lid and slowly opened the box. Nestled in the blue velvety cloth was a beautiful pearl necklace. He removed it from the box and held it up. “It’s for you.” He whispered. “No… I can’t take it.” I refused. “What am I gonna tell Adeel.”“Don’t worry about him.” He handed me the necklace. “Just give him any cock and bull story… he’ll.