Unwanted attention - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Unwanted attention - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 The next day I woke up in the afternoon. I had a very deep sleep and slowly came out of it. It was past 3pm and I was thirsty, still had a bad taste in my mouth… Before rolling out of bed I felt my sheets were wet, so I got up and there were a few wet spots under my butt and when I reached and touched them I realized that all that semen from my anal cavity had leaked out during the night. I put my hand between my butt cheeks from behind and could feel the leak trail lead up to my abused sphincter. Disgusted, I put on a robe and walked down the hall to the bathroom and washed myself with some wet wipes and then washed my hands really well. My stomach was grumbling and I decided to make my way down to the kitchen. Half way down the stairs I could hear my mother and father talking, I stopped and listened… “This is bad Sarah, they need to send us the results from that pregnancy test, I mean this could go from bad to worse.” My dad said. -“Well, they said that they will call within the next two days, but it is unlikely that there will be a pregnancy, I’m more worried about STDs to be honest.” “What do you mean, there’s always a chance of a pregnancy” -“OK, look, in the examination room the doctor asked her some more detailed questions about what happened and how… it seems that they raped her all over… I mean she was penetrated all over…” “What?!” exclaimed dad -“She was sodomized Bill, they ejaculated in her… bum, and he mouth. Not in her vagina. OK ? Its sick, I know, ...

... they must have done all kinds of unimaginable things to her body and made her perform all kinds of sick perversions…” my mom just burst into tears, I could hear her sobbing. I was just sitting there on the steps mortified of what was being said. All true, and there was more that happened and I swore to myself that they should never know about. My dad sounded so disgusted and appalled even with what was said just so far. I started walking down the rest of the stairs and seated myself at the table. My mom wiped one last tear from her cheek and tried to smile at me and asked how I was feeling. “I’m OK, I guess.” -“Are you hungry sweetie, would you like me to make you something, maybe some waffles the way you like them?” “Let me pour you same orange juice while you think about it…” She was extra nice and pampering, mi dad came over to me and gave me a hug and asked if I felt OK, if anything hurt. I just shrug my shoulders… I ate and then went up to my room to lie back in bed. The wet spots had dried off but left three big stains on the bed sheet, so I pulled it off the bed and took it to the laundry. I asked my mom for a new one and she brought it up for me and helped me dress the bed. When she went down to the laundry she picked up the one I threw off and looked at the stains, they smelled bad and she came up to ask me about it. She wasn’t trying to embarrass me or anything, just wanted to know if I was physically OK and what or where it was from… -“Where did this come from honey ...