Straight Female / 19
When I was 7 I had a sleepover at my best friend Jan's house. We had been best friends since we were babies, my mom and her mom had been friends for years before that. So I was sleeping over her house and sometime after I had fallen asleep I woke up and felt and adult hand inside my underwear. I got scared but didn't move or make a sound or open my eyes. I just pretended to be asleep. The thing is, even though I was scared if kind of felt nice. I figured out after a few minutes that it was Jan's Dad. He wasn't rough or anything, just persistent. He was making some kind of fast movement with his other hand that a couple of years later I figured must have been him jerking off. He made some grunting noises then pulled his hand out of my underwear and left.
This happened a bunch more times but then Jan mostly didn't want me sleeping over her house but instead she wanted to sleep over my house despite she had a cooler bedroom and lots more and better toys.
Eventually I hardly ever went over Jan's house and she started sleeping over my house every weekend and a lot of times in between.
Jan's Dad moved out about two years after he first m****ted me. I never saw him again after that and Jan only saw him a couple of times.
When she was 12 she told me that her dad had been m****ting her since she was a toddler and her Mom and Dad fought about it a lot and she finally divorced him over that.
I don't know if he ever went to prison or got into any kind of real trouble about it.
The thing is this, I really didn't mind it all that much. The first couple of times I was scared at first but that was fear of the unknown. Once I realized that it didn't hurt and that most of the time it felt kind of nice I just figured it was a kind of game he liked to play and I just went along since it was the easiest thing to do.
But when I got older and Jan told me he was doing her too and that they did far more extreme things together I realized that I was lucky it was all he wanted to do with me. He was rougher with Jan and eventually started raping her.
This happened a bunch more times but then Jan mostly didn't want me sleeping over her house but instead she wanted to sleep over my house despite she had a cooler bedroom and lots more and better toys.
Eventually I hardly ever went over Jan's house and she started sleeping over my house every weekend and a lot of times in between.
Jan's Dad moved out about two years after he first m****ted me. I never saw him again after that and Jan only saw him a couple of times.
When she was 12 she told me that her dad had been m****ting her since she was a toddler and her Mom and Dad fought about it a lot and she finally divorced him over that.
I don't know if he ever went to prison or got into any kind of real trouble about it.
The thing is this, I really didn't mind it all that much. The first couple of times I was scared at first but that was fear of the unknown. Once I realized that it didn't hurt and that most of the time it felt kind of nice I just figured it was a kind of game he liked to play and I just went along since it was the easiest thing to do.
But when I got older and Jan told me he was doing her too and that they did far more extreme things together I realized that I was lucky it was all he wanted to do with me. He was rougher with Jan and eventually started raping her.
