Child of the Storm
Date: 4/29/2018, Categories: Fantasy, Cruelty, Incest, Older, Rape, Violence, Author: Tikiman, Source: sexstories.com
Even though I knew my hair was a mess and I smelled very bad, I ran forward and embraced my father. The rest of the refugees getting off the bus were in a similar state and like my father, their loved ones didn’t care either. “No luggage?” He asked gently. I shook my head. “The storm didn’t leave anything, I was lucky to get to the bus station before it hit. Everything I own is probably scattered over two states.” I hadn’t wanted to think about the wreckage of my life on the ride here, but now I broke down and cried. Daddy held me and as I let it all out. I barely remember getting home and taking a shower then climbing into an outfit still left in my room, then into bed. I woke up and the sun was streaming in through my old bedroom window. I was just as I had left it, the soiled clothes of yesterday on the floor just making it seem more like high school. Mom never did get me to use the hamper she bought me. The corner was good enough. I sighed. With my recently rented bungalow now matchsticks and my fancy new job in limbo, thinking of my mother fit right in with my melancholy mood. I had loved my mother, but dying of cancer just before my senior year of high school kinda screwed me up a bit. I acted out, slept around, but my father set me down and we talked, ranted and screamed. Seems we both had issues with her leaving us, as unfair to mother as that was, but we worked a lot of things out that evening, and our relationship took a turn for the better. We became closer than ...