Misty - Sex Stories

Misty

... my room one morning after dad went to work. I went looking for my brother. He was in the living room, his face was black and blue, all puffy around the mouth and eyes. He had big bruises on his arms and back. I’ve hated my dad ever since that day and my mom is not much better, she let it happen.” Misty was sniffling; she wiped her nose with a tissue, looked up at me and said “I’m sorry, we didn’t know any better.” Why would she apologize to me? Or maybe she was apologizing to herself for getting into that mess. “Did you ever go back to Payne?” She shook her head no; she whispered “I think he is gay now. He never had a girl friend but he has some pretty girlish boy friends. My dad beat the heterosexual right out of him. I don’t think he will ever touch another girl,” She paused then added “and nobody ever walked around nude again.” Misty sounded bitter. “What about your father?” “He turned so fucking pious he doesn’t see anybody as a sex partner anymore, not even mom. He is a married monk now, I used to hear them arguing about him not wanting sex, I think when he raped me he realized he went too far and stopped having sex all together and now my mother has a boyfriend.” Shock after shock came out of her mouth but I sat there and warmed to her even more. When her tale was done, when her head hung low with shame I lifted her chin and asked her again “Misty, will you marry me?”