my mom put me in therapy. im so upset and refused to go until she said i cant be on the wrestling team anymore if i dont go to therapy and of course the district champ couldnt say no to that.
so off to therapy i went. the first couple of sessions were awkward because i couldnt look at let alone talk to some strange man about my problems. why do i need to go to therapy anyways? because my dad walked in on my brother touching me and instead of making him stop, my dad watched. he then told my brother to pull his thing out and rub it all over my face. which he did. he then told me that that was what men and boys did to girls and women that they loved and as a good sister i should let him do this at least once a day. i asked him if thats true, why doesnt he do the same? and he just laughed. my brother rubbed his thing and balls all over my face for weeks until my mom found a photo of it on my dad's phone.
so i'm supposed to tell my therapist all of that? he doesnt know my middle name but he should know that my dad can fit three full fingers inside of me? am i also supposed to tell him that i .... liked it? that sometimes i would take my clothes off without him asking because i wanted him to see my body? that my brothers cock is longer but my dads cock is thicker?
i was uneasy as my therapist, mr. hughes, asked me questions like did anyone ever touch me, did my dad force himself upon me, do i still think about it. he then tells me its okay if i enjoyed some of what happened to me. "its natural to be aroused when someone stimulates your erogenous zones, whether that someone is related to you or not." i say nothing.
he is annoyed. this is the fourth session that i have not said anything. "look kid, i'll wager with you, you don't wanna keep coming back here do you?" i perked up at his change in demeanor. "no, i dont. i hate coming here." "that is apparent. if i can be frank, i hate you coming here because i just hear myself talking for an hour. look, there is a shortcut to working through this-" he does air quotations "trauma" with his large and hairy hands. "what is the shortcut?" "if we quickly reenact some scenes we can basically erase or neutralize them in your memory so that it wont bother you anymore." "i dont feel bothered by them now" "i know that, but your mom is bothered. we would do this for the sake of your mother, but also for you, so that you can get this therapy thing over with. or we do this every week until you decide to talk to me, which... how long do you think that will take?" "okay, okay. how can we reenact so i can stop coming here, mr hughes?" he insists i call him by his first name, mark, but he looks older than my dad, and way more handsome than my dad, so i call him mr hughes.
we had 30 minutes of session left and mr hughes said that was enough time to cover a lot of ground still. he made me get naked, which i felt comfortable doing because i had been naked in front of my dad, my brother, my two uncles and their sons, my dads best friend, and whoever else was there at football night. they all complimented my body, saying how smooth i looked and when dad said "go ahead and feel just how smooth she is" everyones hands crawled all over me. i was ticklish at first, but then dad held me down so i couldnt move and the guys really seemed to like that. "okay, so when you were naked in front of your dad, what would he do?" "typically he would rub all over my body, paying special attention to my nipples. he said if he massaged them it would make my boobs get bigger. so he would massage and twist and pull them until i cried. he said if my nipples were sore it was because my boobs were getting ready to get bigger.
"can i try?" "sure." so then, mr huges takes his hands and places them on my nipples. he cups my small breast in each hand. "they're definitely gonna grow after today." he takes my nipples in between his fingers and twists and twists and twists
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