She picked the idea and started to write one. Soon she was pregnant and she delivered me a boy. I was happy like anything and the boy started to grow ...ell. When he was a year old we started alternative food, she breastfed the baby yet supplementary food was being started. One tragic day my grandfather expired and we visited the village. After he was being buried the will was being read. My grandfather had farms and he distributed all the land in two parts. One was for me and other was for my. Bible class never prepared me for this.She pushed my shirt over my head barely breaking the kiss long enough for it to clear. Then her hand cupped my dick. It felt wrong, what she was doing. But damned if it didn't feel joyously right. I was conflicted. Her hand was massaging my cock through my pants. I would have done anything she asked me to at that point. Lucky for me, the Devil won this round.She stepped back and grabbed the hem of the dress she was wearing and in a single smooth motion,. The latest diary was the worst of the lot, each week contained an entry detailing what I wanted my father to do to me rangingThe trouble started when my stepmother found my diaries. They all had locks, but she was a nosy cow and the locks were simple affairs that could be opened with a pin; I came home from school to find her fuming in the living room with one of my early diaries in her hand."You dirty minded little bitch!" she spat at me waving the diary in the air.Seeing the diary I knew that. "Dad, I need to try them on to see what they look like." I'll go with you," he said as he walked past me into the rooms. I caught him with him in the last room."What are you doing?" I exclaimed."Let me see your phone." What? Why?" I asked."Just let me see it," he repeated. I was less than amused at what was happening. Why was he in the dressing room with me? I'm not a little k** anymore. And why did he want my phone? Reluctantly, I fished it out of my pocket and handed it to him. I couldn't see.