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Subject: Learning the Law Part 1 If you’d like to share your thoughts on this story, please email me ota. I would love to hear from you! Warning: This story contains incest and underage sex. If such elements offend you, please kindly hit the “back” button on your browser. I highly recommend donating to Nifty! — LEARNING THE LAW by Mike McNAlly / BroskiMcNally I didn’t mean to tell on my daddy. When it first happened, I was very sad, because I knew I had done something really, really bad. Daddy always told me that if I told anybody about the stuff we did, he could get into a lot of trouble. I didn’t mean to, honest! The first person I told was Mr. Miller, my homeroom teacher. And I say FIRST because after that happened, I told a lot of people. If I hadn’t told Mr. Miller, I never would have told any of the others. Hopefully you can understand why I told them, it wasn’t up to me… I don’t remember what day it was, but I remember Mr. Miller kept me after class. Normally I walk home, I get home before daddy and I usually do my homework before daddy gets home. But I remember on that day, I really did not feel like walking home. I think some other kids hung around the classroom before leaving, and then after a while it was just me and Mr. Miller. I think he might have locked the door. “Alright buddy, you’ve been pretty quiet today,” Mr. Miller said, taking a seat at his desk. I was sitting in the front row. “I wanted to check in with you and see if everything’s okay.” He was giving me a funny look. “I’m okay I guess,” I said softly. “It’s okay that I kept you after class, right Lexi? I know you normally walk home,” my teacher said. “It’s fine, it’s really hot out and I don’t feel like walking,” I said. Normally I was pretty comfortable with Mr. Miller so I wasn’t too worried but I didn’t really know why he had kept me after class. Mr. Miller seemed to think for a moment. “Lexi, I just want to say it. I noticed earlier today you were walking a little funny. Can you tell me about that?” The question was surprising to me! “Um, I hurt my foot,” I said. It was a lie. I didn’t want to tell my teacher the real reason… “Really,” he said. “How’d you do that?” “Uhhh, I don’t remember…” “Lexi,” my teacher said in a stern voice. “I need you to be really honest with me. Did you really hurt your foot?” I stared at him for a moment. Why was he asking me this? I didn’t really know but it seemed like he knew I was lying. “No,” I said. “Then why are you walking like that?” he asked. I looked at the ground. To be honest, I’m not that good of a liar. Even though I knew my daddy would want me to lie, I never really had to before. “Lexi. What time does your father get home?” “6,” I said. “Well then,” he said, putting his arms behind his head. “Want me to give you a ride home? Since you hurt your foot and all…” “Um, okay,” I said. My daddy didn’t really like me getting rides with strangers or anything but Mr. Miller was not a stranger, so this should be okay, right? “Great. I’m not staying late today so we can go now,” he said. “Why don’t you head on out to the parking lot and I’ll meet you there?” I did as Mr. Miller asked and went outside. It was still late summer since the school year just started and it was really hot out, so I was happy to get a ride home. Plus, my other problem… After a few minutes, Mr. Miller came out carrying his bag. It was sorta like my backpack but he only carried it on his shoulder. I wanted one like his. He had a really nice car too. Nicer and newer than daddy’s truck. Mr. Miller was really quiet when he started istanbul travesti driving. I was too nervous to say anything. After a while I realized we weren’t heading to my house. “Mr. Miller, I live back that way,” I said. “It’s okay buddy,” Mr. Miller said. “We just need to make a stop at my house and then we can continue on.” “Okay,” I said quietly. After a few minutes we reached his house. I’d never seen it before, but it looked like a pretty nice house and it wasn’t too far from my own. “Come inside,” he motioned, shutting off the engine. I got out and left my backpack in the car. I waited a moment for him so he could grab his stuff. Once we were inside his home, it felt really cool due to the air conditioning. It felt great! “Take a seat on the sofa, I’ll just be a moment, and then I want to ask you some questions,” Mr. Miller said. He went into his kitchen and set his stuff down and then disappeared down the hallway. I sat on the sofa and saw that there was a fluffy white kitty cat on the recliner nearby. I wanted to pet it but I didn’t want to move from where my teacher told me to sit. For some reason I was really nervous to be in my teacher’s house. I looked on the walls and saw some pictures of Mr. Miller with a woman and a boy that looked about my age. Eventually Mr. Miller came back to the living room. He was wearing a pair of shorts, basketball shorts kinda like mine, and a tank top. I never noticed he had big arms and hairy legs, kinda like my daddy. It made me feel sorta funny. “Alright buddy,” my teacher said, sitting down next to me. “For everything to work out, I need you to really trust me. Remember that I’m your teacher, and I would never do anything to hurt you, do you understand?” “Yes,” I said, looking him in the eyes. He looked really intense. “Good,” he said. He pulled something out of his pocket, a piece of cloth. “Have you ever wore a blindfold before?” “Um, yes,” I said. I’d worn one when my friend had a pinata on his birthday. And also once when I played with my daddy. “I’m gonna have you wear this for a little while, just while we have a chat, okay?” he said calmly. He then reached over and started to put it over my head. “I just want to ask you some questions.” “Am I in trouble?” I asked nervously. This was really, really weird. “No,” he said, fitting the blindfold snuggly over my eyes. I definitely could not see a thing and it was sorta scary. But I did trust my teacher… “You won’t be in trouble so long as you answer me honestly, okay Lexi? Like, you need to be HONEST with me on everything I ask, that way there won’t be any trouble for you..or your dad.” That last part made me even more scared. There was a minute or two of quiet but then Mr. Miller started to talk. “Alright Lexi. Let’s start with why you were walking funny today. You said you hurt your foot, but then said you didn’t. That means you lied to me,” he said sternly. “Now I want you to be honest. Why were you walking funny?” I…couldn’t answer. I felt like I had something in my throat. I was too nervous. And I didn’t want to say the real reason. But Mr. Miller wanted an answer… “This isn’t the first time,” my teacher said when I didn’t say anything. “I want to know. Did your daddy cause you to walk funny?” I felt his hand on my arm, squeezing it. “Tell me.” “Y-yes,” I said. “How?” he asked. “I, uh…” “Lexi. Tell me. Now,” he said. “I promise you’re not in trouble, and neither is your daddy. But only if you tell the truth.” “We were…roughhousing,” I said. I felt his grip get a little tighter. “Specifically, Lexi. I already kadıköy travesti know what your father does to you. I want you to say it.” He already knows? How!? “But I’m not…supposed to,” I said truthfully. Again, his grip got harder, and it hurt a little. “Lexi, that doesn’t matter now, okay?” he said. “I already know. So I just want you to say it. Don’t worry, your daddy will understand. I’m your teacher after all, right?” That was true. He was my teacher. And he already said I wouldn’t be in trouble and neither would my daddy, for doing things we weren’t supposed to… “I…my daddy…it’s a bad word…” I said. I could feel tears in my eyes. “It’s okay to say a bad word when you’re in my house,” Mr. Miller said, his grip on my arm loosening. “My daddy…fucks me,” I said. “That’s why…I mean…” “That’s why you were walking funny today,” Mr. Miller said. There was a slight gasp in his voice. “So I was right. Your daddy fucks you? When did he fuck you, Lexi?” “This morning,” I said. “Before school.” “That’s what I thought, too. Very good. Thank you for telling me, Lexi,” he said, then was quiet for a moment. “So all the days you were walking funny at school, your dad fucked you?” he eventually asked. “Y-yes,” I said. “But that’s only when he’s rough…sometimes it doesn’t make me walk funny,” I said. “I was going to ask about that too,” Mr. Miller said. I wished I could see his face, to know if he was mad. “So how often does he do this to you Lexi?” “Ummm, most nights,” I said. “Lots on the weekend.” “Okay. Good,” he said. “And you’re how old? 12?” “Uh huh,” I confirmed. “And how old were you when your daddy first fucked you?” “10,” I said. “The night before my 11th birthday.” “Okay,” Mr. Miller said. “Am I in trouble, Mr. Miller?” I said, tears now coming from my eyes. I could feel them getting caught in the blindfold. “Is my daddy in trouble?” “Lexi. Stop,” Mr. Miller said sternly. “I already told you that you won’t be in trouble if you answer my questions. But, I’ll say that…things are complicated. I need you to do exactly as I ask.” “Okay,” I said softly, sniffling. “Now, what I want you to do, Lexi, and listen carefully please, is tell me EVERYTHING that happened this morning. From the time you woke up til the time you got to school.” “Um, okay,” I said. “And be as detailed as possible, especially about this stuff with your daddy,” he said. “Okay,” I said again. I swallowed hard. I didn’t really want to talk about this. I never talked about this sort of thing before. Plus, my daddy always told me not to discuss this topic with anyone, ever. But, my teacher told me it was okay…my brain hurt. “Um, I got out of bed, I got dressed,” I started. “I went downstairs…and…and made a bowl of cereal,” I said. “You were wearing your PJs at this point?” “No. Just my undies,” I said. “I don’t wear PJs because my daddy doesn’t like them.” “Interesting,” my teacher said. His voice sounded a little funny, like he was really tired or maybe upset. “What happened next, buddy? I wanna know what happened to make you walk funny…” “Uhh, my daddy came downstairs when I was eating breakfast,” I said. “He said…I looked good.” “Good how?” “He said I was…sexy,” I said. I always felt uncomfortable using adult words like that. “He told me to eat fast, cuz he had something to show me. And then…” “Go on Lexi,” Mr. Miller urged, sounding a little impatient. “Get to the action.” So, I guess he really did know… “I ate my cereal. And I drank my milk. And then when I went into the living room, my d-daddy was there, bakırköy travesti and he told me to come over to him…and he had me sit on his lap…” “Did you know what he wanted to show you?” “Y-yes…” I said. “He took my hand and put it over his boxers…and his ‘thing’ felt really, really big.” “Oh god,” Mr. Miller said. I thought he sounded like he must be really, really mad. “Go on.” “…he put my hand down his undies and made me hold his peepee.” “Is that what you call it? When you’re with your daddy? Be honest now,” Mr. Miller said. “No,” I said honestly. “I call it his cock, or his dick…he made me hold his dick. And he said he wanted to f-fuck me before school. But I was scared to do it because I didn’t want to be late, so he said we gotta hurry then and then picked me up like a baby, and put me down on the couch…and then…” “Fuck,” Mr. Miller said. He cursed! “Mmmm Lexi, did your daddy take your undies off?” “Y-yes,” I said. “He pulled them down, and then held my legs up, and he, uh, spit…on me…” “On your hole?” my teacher asked. “On your little boy hole?” “Yesss,” I said nervously. Even though I couldn’t see him, I felt like my teacher was right next to me, I could feel heat from him and he seemed to be moving around a lot. “He spit on my butthole, and then rubbed his cock there…rubbed it hard…and then started to put it in me.” “Seriously? He didn’t use any lube?” “We didn’t have time,” I said. “It hurts a little sometimes but I’m used to it now. He can put it in me with the spit…I told him to hurry, so we could go to school, and I knew…I knew I could make it go faster, if I said ‘fuck me daddy’ and rubbed my butt on his dick when he fucked me.” “Jesus Christ,” Mr. Miller said. “Don’t stop! Keep going!” he whined. He sounded like he was out of breath. “S-s-so my daddy fucked me, he was grabbing my hips like this,” I said, using my hands to pretend I was my daddy, but the hips I was holding were invisible. I even thrusted like my daddy does, to make sure Mr. Miller knew what I meant. “He lifted me up, and fucked me really, really, REALLY hard, and saying things like ‘my little prince’ and ‘my little fuck toy,’ and some other stuff. And then he finally came. His wet stuff came out inside me.” “Oh fuck!” Mr. Miller yelled. I felt him get off the couch. “Tell me again what you were saying to him, to get him to cum quicker. Tell me in the same voice you used this morning!” His voice was so urgent, it made me both nervous and excited and scared! “Fuck me!” I said loudly. “Daddy! Fuck me! Give me your cummies! Fuck my tiny little butt! Fuck me harder, daddy!!! I want you sooo bad!” A few seconds later, I jumped at the sensation of somehing hot and wet landing on my skin. It landed on my arms and on my legs, and I could feel it on my shirt and on my shorts. He groaned really loudly, which made me think it could be cum, just like my daddy’s. But would my teacher really do that? No, probably not, I thought…. I could hear my teacher breathing for a few minutes, and then some shuffling around. He told me to keep my blindfold on, so I did. Soon I heard him dialing on his phone, and I heard him talking to somebody. “You need to get over here right away,” he said. “I have some evidence you’re going to be VERY interested in. And don’t worry, I recorded every second of it!” — Sorry if my writing is a little rough! I don’t have that much time to write let alone proof and edit, so my apologies if anything is bad. I was thinking up this story the other day, and writing/jerking go hand in hand for me so this happened 🙂 If you like it please let me know! Your feedback is very encouraging for me to continue. Please check out my other stories, focusing on brothers BROTHER BUDS https://www.//gay/incest/brother-buds/ DERICK AND HIS fty//gay/incest/derick-and-his-bro/

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