My Father Sold My Virginity

LAYLA POV

I wanted him to think of me even when I wasn't here. That when he came, he'd only choose me.

I wanted to do so many naughty things to him and have him do them to me, too; it was intoxicating.

Fuck, Layla.

The way he grunts as he begins to lift his hips to meet mine, makes me close my eyes at the sensation.

A small cry escapes my lips as he takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and biting.

I do that figure-eight motion again that drives him crazy, and he grunts, squeezing my butt.

"I'm gonna cum, baby," he growls.

"Cum with me."

I do it again, and he shudders beneath me, bringing me to my orgasm.

Seeing him like this increases my pleasure, especially with his mouth on my nipples.

I brace myself on his shoulders, trying to steady my breathing.

"Did I tell you, you're beautiful?" he said, one of his hands on my hip and the other behind his head.

He looks like an angel, and my heart pounds in my chest.

I smile, biting my lip because I suddenly feel shy, especially because of the way he's looking at me.

Once, I think, —I answer in a low voice.

He smiles, and I kiss him again, knowing that our night won't end here.

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When I get home, it's almost five in the morning.

Like every night, I find my father lying in his vomit in the living room, or what's left of it.

A dull ache appears on my face when I see him.

I walk past him to my mother's room and see her sleeping with the oxygen machine that keeps her alive, or at least doesn't cause any more suffering in her life.

When I was fifteen, she was diagnosed with a rare disease, that people like me would never be able to explain.

For the first few months, we didn't have much money for her checkups, but we couldn't let Mom die.

Soon we had nothing to eat, and my four younger siblings had to feed themselves alongside my mother.

My father tried to find another job but eventually had to quit when he had to take care of my mother, and I wasn't strong enough to take her to the bathroom, force her to eat when she didn't want to, or turn her over when she was sleeping.

We ran out of money, there was no food, and we needed to buy her medicine.

So, one night, my Dad went to a pharmacy, and he met a man who offered him a large sum of money to take his fifteen-year-old daughter's virginity.

He was desperate; he had to deal with a sick wife, five children, and nothing to eat.

I remember the expression on his face when he came that night.

Being the oldest, I waited for him at the door.

I'd already put my siblings to bed and give my mother the last of her medication, even though I knew it wouldn't last long.

Then we would hear her moans and cries again if she didn't take the medicine.

Dad wasn't alone; he was accompanied by a grown man who gave me a smile that sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to smile politely, but it didn't work.

He scared me, as soon as I saw him.

"Hey, baby," my father said when he reached me, bending down and giving me a small smile.

"I was able to get medicine for your mother, and money to buy food for your siblings, but we have to pay the man."

I try to erase the memories of how that man had taken my virginity in a musty motel room and had done whatever he wanted to me all night.

He broke me and took my innocence and my dreams, but at least there was medicine and food for a while.

And so it all began.

Then Dad couldn't stand what he'd done and started drinking every day and what little remained of our family had gone to shit so fast that sometimes I didn't know what had happened.

I walk to my sibling's room and see them all sleeping.

Now I have more help.

Nicolas was already seventeen, a grown man, and he was the one who helped me around the house.

He has finished high school and would go to college because I would pay for it.

He was very intelligent and wanted to be a doctor.

Sleeping with him is Amelia, our nine-year-old sister, and Amelia's twin, Camelia, who sleeps in the top bunk, and across from them is Ricky, who is twelve.

I smile fondly at the sight of them all asleep.

The house is tidy because Nicolas makes sure our little brothers and sisters help out too.

I made a sacrifice so that no one else would have to sell a part of themselves to have a piece of bread on the table.

And that's why I could never abandon this life, I could make a lot more money in a week than I would have earned working a decent job like being a waitress or a secretary.

I didn't have the schooling for it anyway.

Only Nicolas knows what I do because he walked in on me with one of my colleagues leaving the club where I worked, and he saw me.

I'd never felt so humiliated in my life when I saw shock on his face.

Because his sister was a whore, however, he understood and promised that if he could go to college, he would get me out of that life.

I was lucky because I had a brother who was conscientious and didn't judge me.

He thanked me because he knew what I had to endure in that job.

I return to my mother's room, sink onto the small sofa next to her, better known as my bed, and fall into a deep sleep.