Darkest Woods: Chapter 1

Warning, this is a story about abuse and the marks it leaves.

 

 

It had been a month since the funeral and three weeks since the move. Brooke Nelson hated it at the new house. It was out in the woods in the middle of nowhere. Her step father, Henry, had insisted they needed a change of scenery after her mother had died, and at first she didn’t care one way or the other, but now she did. Now she longed to be back in the home she had grown up in surrounded by all her friends that would soon be going to Edison High School without her. She was going to be a freshman, no more junior high and she was missing it. She sat on the porch sulking again as her step brother Ethan came up the steps and sat next to her on the porch swing, “I fucking hate him.”

 

“Yeah, I know. This place sucks no one around for miles.”

 

Ethan wasn’t Henry’s son by birth. He had won custody of the boy from his crack head mother a year before he had married Brooke’s mother. Now he had custody of both of them, the rest of Brooke’s family casually disappearing when it came time to figure out where Brooke would live. A tear came down her face, not out of sadness as much as frustration.

 

Ethan smiled and nudged her. He was so handsome, big dark eyes and a smile than made a dimple show on his right cheek. His hair always seemed to be messy, but it was so blonde it looked like surfer hair so it fit. She had plain old brown eyes and hair, and thought herself plain even though she had been told all of her life that she was pretty.

 

The sun started dipping behind the mountains to the west. Even the sun didn’t stick around here for as long as it did in other places, the mountain swallowing it up before it was even nighttime. Henry came to the door and called them in for dinner. They went reluctantly. They ate quietly while Henry, who was tall and muscled, sat with a grin on his chiseled face. He looked like a movie star, and Brooke had realized right away what her mother had seen in him, but she no longer thought of him as anything but the asshole who moved her away from her friends.

 

“Come on you two, cheer up! Think of the adventure of it. I have a feeling that you will discover things here that you never thought of.”

 

“Yeah ticks in our hair.” Ethan said almost under his breath.

 

“Ethan don’t be rude. And that brings me to a subject I’ve wanted to talk over with you. Now I know I’m not your birth father, but I am the only father either of you have. No more of this Henry business. I would love it if you’d call me Daddy.”

 

Ethan looked up at him the same instant that Brooke did. He smiled, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Both had seen his temper before and while he had never hit them, they both had felt the possibility of it a few times. Ethan looked at his new sister and gave her a little nod then turned to Henry, “O-okay. Daddy.”

 

Henry nodded then looked at Brooke who said in a low voice, “Daddy.”

 

That was the night it began for Brooke. The touching. She had already changed into her nightgown and was ready for bed when Henry came in to say goodnight, but instead of the kiss on her forehead that had become customary, he sat on the edge of her bed, “Come and sit with me.”

 

Brooke looked at him strangely for a moment then sat down. Henry pulled her closer to him and put an arm around her shoulders. She didn’t feel comfortable, but she didn’t protest. Ever since her mother had passed away Henry seemed to want to be more fatherly, always hugging her and kissing her.

 

“You know, Brooke, you are turning into a very beautiful young lady. I think you are growing up before my eyes, and it’s time I teach you some things about what it’s like to be a woman.”

 

Her eyebrows drew together, “Henry, really, my mom gave me all the talks already.”

 

Henry smiled at her like he was smiling at a small child who thought they were grown up, “I’m sure she did, but it’s a Daddy’s responsibility to make sure that his little girl is ready for her husband when the time comes for her to get married.”

 

“Henry I’m way too young-“

 

“What do I want to be called?”

 

“Sorry, Daddy.”

 

“It’s time, Brooke, for me to show you what it’s like to be a woman.” His arm that was across her shoulder brought her even closer and his other hand moved over the soft material of her nightgown just where her breasts were.

 

“Stop it!” She said and tried to move away, but he held her tight and gave her a little slap on her face.

 

The slap stunned her. She had never been slapped by anyone, “Just hold still, Brooke. This is what good Daddy’s do for their little girls. Hold still and let me touch you. I promise you that you’ll enjoy it.”

 

She was scared and felt tears come to her eyes, but she held them back afraid to upset him further. His hand ran over her nightgown then down to her smooth thigh. .Under the material his hand got closer and closer, and she felt her heart pounding. She closed her eyes afraid to move or make a sound as she felt his fingers run over the outside of her panties. His fingers soon found the button of her clit and began to rub in tiny circles pressing harder as he went. She felt herself breathing heavier, and as much as she hated it, her body responded to the stimulation sending warm waves through her groin.

 

“That’s it, it feels good doesn’t it?” He asked and she didn’t want to answer him, but she didn’t need to because the next moment his fingers moved and slid under her panties and touched just between the lips of her pussy to where her wetness had sprung. “Yes, that’s my girl, get wet for Daddy. I knew you’d like it.”

 

She wanted to scream and punch him and run far away but she stayed still, hoping it would be over soon. His fingers pressed against her clit and rubbed until her breath began to come faster and faster and she became scared of the feelings her body was sending. He held her tighter to him rubbing faster and faster. Brooke’s hips began to move without her even realizing it. “That’s it, let it go.” He whispered into her ear and his hand went over her mouth she felt a surge electrifying her body making her muscles tense and her head fuzzy. Her hips bucked harder and behind his hand came muffled cries.

 

When the sensation passed, he held her close to him and kissed her cheek, cooing to her, “Daddy’s girl, mmm yes.”

 

He got up and she collapsed on the pillow trying to hide the shame that she knew covered her face. “I’ll forgive you for not thanking me because it was your first orgasm. The next time, however, you thank Daddy for showing you how to be a woman.”

 

Brooke cried herself to sleep.

 

She didn’t know that she wasn’t the only one in the house that cried themself to sleep with shame and humiliation.