Sins of the Father, Part 1 - Sex Stories

Sins of the Father, Part 1

Living in a small town with a dad who was a minister meant everyone knew everyone. This could be great, as it pretty much guaranteed that someone from my church was always looking out for me. Anyone who knew my dad recognized his family and felt protective over us. At the same time, we had little privacy. As is often the case, we didn't have much of a chance to experience life on our own and make choices for ourselves.

My mom was heavily involved in the PTA at the elementary school my older brother, Andy, and I attended. She headed the bake sales and volunteered in our classrooms. When we were little, we liked having Mommy around. By the time we were in middle school, though, it was becoming smothering. So she backed off a little, and I was grateful. She always emphasized how God loves the entire package of each body He created, and it was only right to take care of it. She joined a gym and took cardio classes when she wasn't working out with her trainer. I have to give her credit. She looked wonderful. She was pretty and fit at the same time. Many people at our church admired her ability to look great while dressing modestly and behaving as a humble servant to the congregation. I wanted to be like her. 

Dad was popular, as he volunteered for a number of community projects. I had friends who thought he was handsome, like the actor on MASH who portrayed "Hawkeye," Alan Alda. Dad had a smile that genuinely welcomed everyone into the church or our home. Definitely a ...

... daddy's girl, I wanted to please him. As a little girl I used to climb into his lap and read with him. I was delighted when he kissed the top of my head and called me his little angel. It was cliche, but every little girl needs to hear that. 

My older brother, Andy, was the spitting image of him.  He was only a year and a half older than me, so we were close.

This is where having little privacy came in, and it's where keeping secrets was a major aspect to being a citizen in our town. Yes, most people loved both my parents. They also kept their mouths shut because they didn't want their own indiscretions charted. When I look back and recall the whispering and stares, I realize they knew all along. My mom's trainer at the gym was a college P.E. major. He was in his 20's, nice looking, and probably fucking my mom for years. At the same time, random people passed comment on how I was really growing up, really becoming quite a young lady. A few people jokingly warned Dad that he better look out for me. The wolves would be at the door. He always laughed it off, saying he trusted me to make the right choices. Other people may miss the mark, but he wasn't worried about me. 

Just after I turned 13, as an enthusiastic member of the youth group, I accompanied Dad at a week-long conference of church leaders and youth group leaders. Our church wasn't as large as others, so we didn't have anyone else with us. Andy would have come, too, but his local high school football team was already ...