Chapter 1

(Based on mostly true events, names have been changed)

My dad was never the best parent by any means and would often drink far too much. We didn’t always get along of course but we were still really close especially with him being a single parent. Between his work and his drinking habit I would get up to no good here and there. Certainly some things more attentive parents would’ve caught on to. Some of it was wrong but that’s most of the fun.

It wasn’t long after my 16th birthday when I started to notice men giving me glances here and there. I didn’t look my age for the most part but I was still petite 5’ 1” with darker blonde hair that went well with my tan skin and green eyes. My chest was a full C cup and tight athletic body right around 100lbs. It would’ve been very easy to mistake me for a sorority girl, if you didn’t know better. Only thing was my dad’s friends definitely knew better.

He had me really young so he was only about 36 and still young enough to have a small group of buddies around the same age who would come hangout to drink or play video games. They would get kind of rowdy and loud sometimes so I usually just stayed in my room. There were a few I thought were very good looking, so as I got older I would spend more time with the group and for the past year whenever Dad drank too much I could sneak some drinks.

I loved him but he was a real alcoholic for a while, at times he would just pass out on the couch after a lot of drinking and eventually his friends would stumble home in our small town or a couple would crash here rarely. When he was out, I could pretty well do anything I wanted, stay up late with my friends or sneak a boy or two in on occasion. Until the drinks I was sneaking along with my teen hormones made me bolder.

I had already fooled around with a number of guys from school by this point. Remember I said it’s a small town? Not much to do but drink and get in trouble half the time.

Lately, though things had started to change for me. I would find myself thinking more and more about my dad’s friends with their stubbly facial hair and their big rough hands, it was like those firefighter calendars but by no means were they male models.

Thinking about them in my room alone I’d often find my fingers knuckle deep vigorously sliding in and out of my pussy before too long. It had gotten to a point where I’d eavesdrop on their conversations once the booze had started to get the best of them. Theyd talk about whatever local girls they were seeing and the dirty things they’d get up to. I’d have to hide in my room for a while fucking myself, wishing it was a lot more than just my little hands. It was all I could do while I imagined their muscular veiny forearms and big hands tearing at my clothes. I just couldn’t take it anymore.

On those nights when Dad had too many and would slip into his booze coma the boys would keep playing their video games or watch whatever sports was on.

A lot of nights it was just one or two friends left. I started wearing my short shorts and my night t-shirts with no bra. On this evening I really decided to push my limit since it was just me and Brady. I wanted it, bad. He caught on quickly to what was happening and it was obviously hard for him to resist or concentrate on the game. He wasn’t the best looking of the bunch, but I’d caught Im stealing glances at me recently.

The heat in my crotch pulsed as I sat close to him in my skimpy “pajamas” as our legs brushed against each other’s. “Is dad asleep”? I asked after placing my hand on his back. He looked at me suspiciously but too inebriated to hide the blatant lust behind his eyes “Look at him over there, he’s been out awhile. I’d say he won’t be up before noon tomorrow. Liquor and beer got the best of him tonight.” Which assured me tonight I was going to pounce, no pussing out tonight but my hands were already sweating from nervousness. “Hmmm, that’s just too bad”, I could hardly get the words out but I flashed my best sultry look. Brady still highly skeptical looked over my outfit a time or two and asked “Oh, what makes you say that, little thing?”.

Tension in the air was starting to rise, I could feel my very pronounced nipples stiffen. Even today I’m still self conscious about them but men throughout the years have always loved them. They were like an eraser on a pencil, there was no hiding them as they protruded against my tiny shirt on my already small frame.

“There’s no one to take care of me aaaall night” was my the best response I could come up with in the moment, my shaking hand reaching over to rest on his upper thigh. Brady leaned back on the couch looking relaxed for a man whose friend’s daughter was throwing herself at him, with him in the room.

“You look like you’re old enough to take care of yourself pretty well, along with all those boys you keep around” he said smoothly as he placed his big hand on top of mine. I could feel my face flush in the dim room. His hand on mine, he slid it over a little to his inner thigh. His cock looked so thick against my hand, the glow from the tv was the only light in the room but just enough to see the intimidating outline of it. All I could do was whimper in anticipation.

My free hand out of habit crept down the front of my shorts to the sticky mess I was sitting in and I swirled it around my young clit as it throbbed. Brady took my other hand and brought it to his mouth, sucking off the wetness.