I’m going to tell Dad that you have a migraine, and have to go to bed.’ I scramble into my pants and jeans. We were sent to my room by my dad, as he did not want to have to deal with two ‘kids’ as he put it. Indian sex ‘You’ll enjoy this I promise.’
I stay sat there, with my arms folded, I don’t want to play any other games I think, all I want to do is colour in my book. Why does he always get his own way. ‘Don’t tell them what I did, or I’ll kill you. ‘I just want to see just this once,’ he says quietly. Read 229338 times |
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His tickling tactics change, and he starts to tickle my feet. I grab at the waistband desperate for them to stay up. They’re slightly too big for my waist and they begin to slide down.
