Our Secret

I waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to eavesdrop. There was no noise.

My bedroom looked out over the basement, so I frantically ran upstairs to peer out into the dark yard.

I saw shifting bodies in the moonlight. The dim floodlight shed just enough light on them to make out my mother and stepfather fucking.

I barely made it to the bathroom, puking so hard I couldn’t breathe. As I gagged over the toilet, my mind flipped through painful snapshots. Alex grunting, Alex fucking me, Alex laughing with me, Alex holding me.

I thought about how Alex’s dick probably still had some of the juices from my pussy on it and a fresh wave of nausea rolled through my stomach.

My body finally had nothing left. Even then, I gagged hopelessly a few more times, my body not ready to convey how disgusted I was. They hadn’t come back in the house yet, and I couldn’t bring myself to check on them again. Exhausted, heartbroken, shattered, I slipped under my covers and cried silently until I fell as