My parents were alcoholics and they got drunk and argued nightly till one or both would pass out. It was a every weekend thing.
On this particular weekend my sister went to stay the weekend with a friend. As usual my parents got drunk and argued loudly waken me up. I could hear my dad yell go to the dam bootlegger and get more beer now. With that i heard the door slam.
I tried to get back to sleep, as i layed there my bedroom door opened and my dad said michelle are you awake. My dad was a mean drunk so i ignored him and just kept my eyes closed pretending to be asleep.
Again he said michelle are you awake. I heard my door close. It was quit so i peeked through my eye lids and could see my dad standing right beside my bed. My night light put off enough light i barely could see he had his hands in front of him doing something. I closed my eyes tight. My dad reached down and picked up my hand pulling it towards him. I felt him put something wet and slimy in the palm of my hand and then pull my hand closer to him. As he put something hard in the palm of my hand he used his hand to make mine grip tighter around what ever was in my hand and to hold it. It started sliding back and forth in our hands moving slow. He would squeeze my hand making me squeeze my hand around it even more. After a few mins he started moving our hands up and down it as he was moving. Faster and faster till he dropped my hand and turned to the side facing away from me. It was then i could see he had his thing in his hand pumping it. I seen something shoot out into the floor. He turned and left my room.
The next day he acted like nothing happened so i went along with it. That afternoon my parents were already drinking, by my bedtime my mom couldnt even stand up. Im not sure how long i had been asleep when i felt someone picking up my hand. I peeked through my eye lashes and seen it was my dad again. Just like the night before he started using my hand in his to move up and down his thing. Only this time as he did he took his free hand and started rubbing on my panty covered pussy. He done this till he turned and shot his stuff in my floor again. This happened over and over the next few weekends. I wasnt sure what to do cause like ibsaid before my dad was a mean drunk.
So i kept quit and just always pretended to be asleep. The next weekend my sister had to go on a school trip over the weekend and a parent had to go with her so that meant my mom would be gone all weekend. That afternoon my dad was already getting drunk and was pretty lit when i went to bed. And just like all the nights before he waited till i went to sleep before he came into my room. This time inwas awake and peeking as he came into my room and i could see he didnt have any clothes on and his thing was already hard sticking out. He walked up to the bed and rubbed his thumb over my lips, slowly he pushed his thumb into my mouth moving it in and out of mouth. He took it out and i felt something else push against my lips trying to push into my mouth. I opened my eyes and turned my head. My dad looked down at me and said good your awake. Sit up. I ignored him, he reached down and grabbed my arm yanking me up to the sitting position. He tried to push his thing into my mouth and again i turned my head. He said be a good girl.
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