My mom remarried after dumping him and started a second family that gave her three more kids in addition to the three boys she already had. I went to ...ive with my dad in a larger town when I was 12 and never really got all that close to my second set of siblings. Not living with them plus an age gap of between 15 and 23 years just made it awkward to get to know them very well. After some rough years with my dad and his second wife, I went 500 miles away to college and have kept myself at that. The more I cut, the louder she cried. I had a strong desire to kick her right in the pussy, but felt that could get me into even more trouble, so held back that desire. When I had finally finished, I stepped back to admire my work.“Don’t you fucking move Bitch.”I froze, not knowing who the man was talking to but eventually realize it was Marissa. As I started to step back in line with the other girls, he grabbed me by the arm. “Where the fucks do you think you are going?”“Back in line Sir.”“Get. Her tits were shaking and vibrating on top of me as I saw the tears form in her eyes, her breathing became erratic. She had just the head of my cock inside her and she froze there, trying to adjust to my size, she was making minuscule movements, trying to force herself onto me."Oh my, Daddy, it's so...it's too big daddy. Oh my god!" She lowered herself another millimetre, "Daddy!" she cried out in pain. Her whole body was quaking before me with pain and lust, her eyes scrunched tight. Again she. Time seemed to slow down for him – in his confusion he was struggling to process his surroundings accurately. Eventually locating it, he stumbled forward, the cool metal of the door handle feeling strange to his sweat-soaked palm. The torchlight flew around the room – illuminating a tear-strewn face as a pair of bloodshot blue eyes stared back at him. As he mumbled something, he noticed that the artificial beam of light was reflecting off a sharp blade being held tightly against his daughter’s.