Fix Her!
Copyright© 2025 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 1
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Grandfather educates a rebellious teen girl. Like many of my stories this includes smoking, teen sex, and incest.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Petting Smoking
2002 was the most important year of my life. Mom just didn’t understand me. I was a hormonal and lonely teen, craving affection and relief from the tedious boredom of my daily life. Smoking made me feel different, not so bored or stressed out. I drank a couple times a month, but only on weekends. It was a fun change of pace. Mom kept bugging me, but there was no way I was going to clean stranger’s houses or babysit a bunch of brats, or get a job out of our neighborhood and travel every day.
We’d moved to town the previous year. At five foot one (155cm) I was shorter than average, but a lot of people said I had a beautiful face and nice body. They liked my pretty blonde hair, too. Most girls in my classes were jealous and didn’t like me, so it was very hard to make any female friends.
Boys liked me just fine, though. They were a lot of fun; complimenting and flirting with me, kissing me, touching me. Each weekend I picked a guy or two and let them play with my body, until they tried to fuck me or stick their dick in my mouth, then I told them “No.”
I did give a few handjobs to four guys I really liked. I even let ‘em lick my kitty a few times, but was intent on staying a virgin until I was married, or at least engaged. I had a great time with them, until they found somebody sluttier and left me heartbroken.
It was a week after high school graduation. Mom freaked out when she opened my bedroom door. I was only 18, not 21, but drank from a half-full bottle of whiskey with a lit cigarette in my other hand. Both my nearly naked boyfriends were kissing my bare B cup breasts. I was topless and they only wore boxer shorts and socks, but it’s not like we were fucking or anything. I still had my jeans on.
After the guys grabbed their clothes and ran off, Mom and I had our biggest argument ever. I was pretty drunk and so angry that I don’t remember most of it. We shouted and cried until I passed out from exhaustion. Or maybe the booze.
I woke badly hungover and heard Mom dial a number on her cell phone. I quietly crept down the hall to listen in. She set it on the kitchen table, turned it on speaker, then lit a cigarette. I watched from the hallway. She sucked in and exhaled a few puffs, and I felt a major craving. My cell phone and all my cigarettes were gone, so she must have taken them.
I was frustrated and angry that she wouldn’t let me smoke. She smoked like a chimney, three packs a day, but wouldn’t let me have the one pack a day I wanted, or even the five cigs a day I desperately needed to keep my sanity. I hadn’t smoked in over twelve hours, far too long! I couldn’t decide if my hangover or need for nicotine was worse.
I overheard her beg, “My daughter Katie is such a bitch all the time! She leaves dirty clothes all over, won’t clean the place up, and curses a lot. She won’t get a job so she can find a place and move out. She’s rude and argues any time I say something. Such a difficult little WENCH! Can you take her for the summer? She’s making me crazy! Can you please fix her, like you fixed me?”
I was highly offended! I wasn’t a broken THING! I didn’t need to be FIXED!
A mature man’s gravelly voice responded, “Is she pregnant or on drugs, like you were?”
“I don’t think so. I explained sex and gave her a bunch of condoms a while back. I did catch her smoking and drinking, and fucking around with boys.”
I ran in the kitchen and objected, “I’m a virgin! I never let anybody FUCK me! I’m not a WHORE, like you!”
! WHACK ! Everything went dark and my ears rang for a moment. Pain surged into my left cheek. I was shocked that she slapped me! “Shut up and go to your room! NOW! Or get the FUCK out of my house!”
“Apartment, you BITCH!”
! WHACK ! She slapped me again, so hard I nearly lost my balance and fell! Teardrops streamed down my cheeks as I retreated to my bed. I quietly mumbled to myself, “Such a cunt!”
I tried to stop crying and listened intently. “ ... never does anything I say! ... can’t control her anymore ... have to help me! Please fix her?” I got angry again. Parents were supposed to teach and help their kids, not control them! Wanting fun and freedom didn’t mean I was BROKEN!
As I quietly walked back to the hall the gravelly voice returned. “All summer, three months?”
“Yeah. She doesn’t want to go, but college starts the first week of September.”
“If I do, I can fix her the same way I did with you?”, the old man asked.