This is a true story of the raping of my stepdaughter, not by me, but by her former stepfather when she was ten years old.
Raped By My Step Dad - Part 1: The Setup
Dear Readers: This is a true story of the raping of my stepdaughter, not by me, but by her former stepfather when she was ten years old. Though I am doing the typing, this is her story so is being told in the first person. Her name has been changed. Here is her story.
Hi. You can call me Megan. That's not my real name but I don't want to risk hurting other people, like my mom, in case she ever reads this. My current step dad knows everything about my past so is writing this down for me. I don't remember a lot of the details, being nearly 20 years ago when I was raped, so I have asked my current step dad to help fill in some of the gaps to make the story readable. The main scenes are all true. I remember feelings more than the exact words that were spoken. Talking with others victims, some seem to remember every tiny detail, while others are like me and just remember the worst part of it, the emotions. I remember how mixed up my feelings were about it all at the time. But that was the game he was playing with me. It took me 15 years to remember anything. Then something happened and it all came back. But that's another story. I have broken this up into multiple parts as I was sexually and emotionally assaulted over the course of several months.
I was 5 when my parents divorced and 8 when my mom remarried. I'm going to call my step dad Bob. I have a brother 3 years older than me. We didn't like Bob much and though he tried I guess he didn't much like us either. I don't blame him for that. We weren't the best kids in school or out. But we didn't get in too much trouble either. I guess just normal kids.
One day in early spring, when I was 10 years old, I was out with Bob. We were gathering up some flagstone rocks for the backyard. It was out in the country, more desert than anything, with no one around for miles. I think I was there more to just keep him company than to really carry much. The terrain was rough enough that we had to park a little ways away. We had made multiple trips to the truck, loading it with rocks. This one trip back his arms were full but I was only carrying a couple of rocks. On this last walk back to the truck Bob surprised me.
"Megan, I need you to do something for me," he said.
"Sure, what?" I asked.
"I have got to pee bad and I don't want to put these rocks down," he said. "I need you to unzip my fly so I can take a piss."
"Ooo-gross, no way," I replied, stepping away from him.
"Don't be silly Megan. You know how hard it was to get all these rocks into my arms," he explained. "I just need you to open my pants up and I'll do the rest. It's no big deal. Come on, it will only take you a second. I've got to go really bad."
I didn't want to but he convinced me to do it. I put down the couple of rocks I had and reached down to unzip his jeans. "There," I said once done, stepping away again.
"Thanks, but I'm still inside," he pointed out. "Can you pull down my underpants and let it out please? And hurry, I've really got to go."
I hesitantly pulled down his underpants but when I let go they just covered him up again. "You are going to have to hold it," he said. "Just for a minute, please. Point it out away from me so I don't pee all over myself. Hurry."
He was insistent and starting to sound mad so I held his underpants down with one hand and reached for his penis with the other. It was several inches long and looked a little shriveled up. When I touched it, it felt cool and soft. As I pointed it outward I felt a sudden flow of urine vibrate through as a stream shot out the end onto the ground. He was right; he really did have to go.
When the flow stopped he said, "Now shake it, to get the last drops out."
As I did an odd thing happened. His penis grew a little, stiffening up some as it did. I quickly dropped it, letting go with both hands.
"Ow, that hurts," he exclaimed. "You have to put it back and zip me back up, please. Then we can get out of here. Hurry, this stuff's getting heavy. Just shove it back in. Do it now!"
I didn't know what to do. I just wanted it all to go away. But my step dad was pretty intense right then. So I reached down with my right hand and slipped my fingers inside his pants zipper at the top up against the snap on his jeans. Taking my left hand I grabbed what was now a long erect shaft. I took a good grip because I didn't want to have to do this twice. My right hand fingers spread out trying to make his zipper opening as big as I could. With my left I pushed his penis back into his pants. I remember thinking how different it felt than when I was helping him pee. Though it may have been thick before, now it was a stiff piece of iron. Pulling up his underpants over his shaft I zipped him up and quickly backed away.
"Oh thank you honey," he said. "That feels so much better now. Don't worry. I won't tell your mother on you for handling my private parts. It will be our little secret."
I didn't understand that last part. I wasn't even thinking about my mother at the time. But now he made it sound like my mom would be mad at me for doing what I did. I didn't want that so I never told her. We finished up with the rocks and headed home. Neither of us said anything about what happened. I thought that was the end of if. But I was so wrong. That was just the setup.