I apologize for intruding. It won’t happen again.” I saluted, received a return salute, and I turned smartly and headed out. I had been gone almos... an hour, about fifty-nine minutes more than my brother deserved.In my next letter from Marilyn, she did indeed confirm that my dad had called her and gotten my location. I wrote back and told her what was going on. I felt bad for my father, but he had really gotten himself into this mess, and I had no idea how he was going to dig himself out. He had. I think this is the point in my life where I became hardened against the world and it's expectations. The dark relationship with my uncle continued until I was sixteen, when I began to fight back. I would fight, the beatings would get worse. But when I fought back, I became excited. My pussy started to drip then minute I slid away from him and made him pull me back to him. I kicked him and made my own back arch from the excitement. When he slapped my face in punishment and called me a little. He interrupts me."Shh.shh," He interrupts me. "It's okay." His rough and tough voice seems to be more calmer and sweet. I just then swim a little closer to him while he touches me. My hearts racing and I'm worried about getting caught in the pool, but his arms are so warm around me and he seems so sweet and loving. The next day I came to practice really early, Cole was there. He comes up to me and says to meet him in the gym. We both go to the gym where no one was around... "Hey Jess, don't. I slowly turned the door knob. Thankfully, my mom did not lock the backdoor while I was away! I carefully made my way into the house. I did not hear any moaning, just rap music. I then thought to myself, “What if they are NOT fucking?!! That would suck!!” I turned the corner and was both shocked and excited by what I saw. My mom was bent over the living room couch while Ryan was fucking her from behind. My dick stood at attention. He stood there with his hands around my mom’s waist while he.