A Tiny Glimpse From My Perspective

I wanted to be his target. I wanted to be his target. On that night he’d cooked his delicious greek style lemon chicken, and made an amazing rich cheesecake for dessert. What on earth was he doing? Maybe it was the excitement. You see, it’s true that everyone I knew saw me as the innocent one, uninterested in sex. “Your dad wouldn’t look anyway, he’s not some creeper.”
It was a conversation they had every single weekend. I knew I was in the darkest corner, but still I pretended to be asleep. Not cartoonishly huge, but far bigger than I’d expected, a thick, heavy chunk of meat that seemed far too big for the hand that held it. Then he pulled back, his glorious cock glistening with her saliva. I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up. I don’t take that as a compliment. Claire was making sounds now, and yet she still showed no signs of waking.