His father

“I thought I had a son and daughter. Looks like I have two daughters...”

“Dad, I...”

“Be quiet.” His father looked to his daughters bed, where Merry’s clothes lay piled up on the duvet in reverse order to how he had removed them. Merry’s boxers were very visible at the top of the pile. His father turned his gaze from the pile of clothes back to Merry. “Do you want to be a girl Merry?”

“I...”

“Do you want to suck cock, to take one inside you?”

“I...”

“Shut your whore mouth. I knew girls like you in school. Acting all innocent and demure, but as soon as you got them alone, they wanted nothing more than to feel your hand on their breast or on their cunts ... As soon as you were gone, they were looking for another, your cum still seeping out of their cunts into their knickers as they acted all pure and innocent. Is that you Merry? A slag?”

“No!”

“Then why are you dressed that way?” His father reached out, grabbed him by the collar of the blouse and dragged him over to his sisters bed and the pile of his clothes. He threw Merry onto the duvet and held him there with a hand to the back of Merry’s neck to hold him down.

“Dad...”

“Be quiet slut...” Merry felt his sister’s skirt raised to his hips. “I fucking thought so. An honest girl does not wear panties like that, only sluts and whores. Is that what you are Merry? A slut and a whore?”

Merry felt the panties he was wearing pulled down, heard the clink of his father’s belt buckle.

“Please, don’t belt me Dad...”

“Oh I’m not going to belt you. You are beyond that now. Dress like a slut, be treated like one.”

Merry heard his father spit, but could not feel the saliva land on him. His legs were moved apart and he felt his father move between them. He tensed, waiting for the fall of the leather belt. A hand landed on one butt cheek, pulled it away from the other and something was pushed between them.

The something kept pushing, slipping further and further inside. The further the object progressed, the more painful it was becoming. Merry screamed.

“Be quiet cunt. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

The hand on the back of his neck pushed him hard into the duvet and he clenched handfuls of the duvet’s material and tried not to think on the pain. Fighting against the invader was not working and he knew that his father wouldn’t stop. Merry surrendered his fight and lay limp as his father pushed beyond the previous resistant muscles.

“Fucking cunt...”

Merry listened to his father call him derogatory name after name until with a series of grunts, he spent his seed inside Merry. Merry lay there unmoving as he listened to his father do up his belt and leave the room. He had no idea how long he lay there. Eventually, wincing at the pain, he stood up. Stripping off his sister’s clothes, he dressed back in his own and with every step eliciting a wince, he made his way back to his own room.