regressing back to the first time you were molested every time dad comes into your room at night. he’s always so mean until you ask daddy what he’s doing in that sleepy, confused voice.
“cunt is too big a word for you, baby. little girls say cunnie.” “cock? honey, papa doesn’t know what you’re talking about. oh! you mean papa’s grown-up parts!” “ah-ah sugar, you are too little to use yucky words like fuck. it’s dada’s special playtime with you.”
daddy doin weird stuff wit my private parts but tells me not to worry abt it n to focus on my little pony show instead but it feels soooo tingly down there
“you know i have something different down there, right?” big brother asks, guiding your hips so you’re straddling his lap. you shake your head slowly, eyes wide as you look down.
“mhm, i have grown-up parts, and you have little kid parts.” he speaks softly and his fingers trail down to the hem of your skirt. you feel the familiar heat flash across your cheeks as you catch your bottom lip between your teeth.
"do you want to see?" his voice is barely a whisper as he slides his hand up your inner thigh. your curiosity outweighs the bashfulness creeping over you, so you slowly nod.
there's a smirk that takes over his lips. gently, he takes your hand and rests it on his bulge. something low in your belly tightens while he begins to unbuckle his belt. his movements are slow and controlled as he pulls himself free of his jeans. you can feel his eyes watching your every movement, wholly predatory in the way he tracks you.
"do you know what this is?" the hand he has on your thigh continues to travel upward.
your voice is soft when you speak. "grown-up parts?" he nods, hand finally cupping your most delicate spot, finger pressing into your panties.
"that's right, kiddo. one day my grown-up parts are going to go right into your little parts. it's how big brother is going to show you just how much he loves you."
“Tell me again, sweetie: what does your daddy do to you? he touches your what? your cunnie? i’m sorry, honey, but sitting in your dad’s lap doesn’t mean he’s touching you in a way a father shouldn’t. y’know what i think? i think you heard that silly word and wanted to try-