A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3) - Sex Stories

A Damaged Teen Slut (Ch.3)

... relationship than most siblings. "I love you, too." He sobs a little. "I'm sorry for crying." He says. "Oh, baby, it's okay." Emmy says softly and sweetly, wanting to cry herself. She holds him tighter. "Don't be sorry." She stands up. "Give me a big hug." She smiles down at him. Danny gets up and buries his face against her chest while he wraps his arms around her. Emmy puts her left arm around him and her right strokes his hair, holding his head gently against her chest. "Shh... Everything's going to be okay." She whispers lovingly down to him before kissing his head. "Oh, my sweet little brother." She smiles while squeezing him tighter. They say goodbye and Emmy leaves, feeling awful but knowing she has to go. The following day Emmy wakes up feeling well rested, which is rare for her lately. The move went well and she and Chris got along swimmingly yesterday. It's been awhile since she's liked living where she lives. Emmy sits there at the kitchen table, deep into thought. "What's up?" Chris asks curiously as he serves her breakfast. "Oh, umm... I don't know. My dad wants me to see him today and I'm thinking about it." She sighs, looking off in the distance as she contemplates it in her mind. "You should." Chris says. It catches her off guard as she knows Chris doesn't like him at all. "Really?" Emmy says in a somewhat surprised tone as she looks up at him. He sits down across from her at the table. "Yeah, so you can get over it and let it stop bothering you because it ...

... clearly does bother you." Chris says while beginning to eat. "Go and while you're out I'll get some of your things and bring them here." He continues. "Then later on we'll go shopping and look for new things for your room, maybe some clothes if you want. Whatever." "Sounds good." She smiles to him. Shortly after Emmy is in her new room and texts her dad to come pick her up at noon. She gets ready, albeit a bit apprehensively. Emmy puts on one of her patented tight, black, thin leather jackets, although this time it covers her midriff completely. It has some shiny studs on it on the shoulders, collar and small lapel. She puts on very tight black yoga pants and furry white boots over her feet. Her long thin legs and little tight butt are shown off well. The black contrasts well with her pale, but not too pale skin and dark raccoon-like eyes. She notices the bruises still on her neck from a few nights prior, a brutal reminder of the abuse she suffered by Keith. She wraps a white scarf around her neck. She continues dolling herself up, putting on her usual faintly pink lip gloss that doesn't stand out too much. For a moment she ponders why she's making herself look good, but this is what she always does, especially when she knows she'll be around older men. Just then she gets a text from her dad saying he's outside waiting for her. Emmy walks out of Chris' house. Ray is in his car, delighted to see his daughter. He sees Chris behind her in the doorway. Their eyes meet for a moment. ...