Why I Met Your Mother – Chapter 10 by MadeToFit
Explore Chapter 10 of "Why I Met Your Mother" by MadeToFit, an enticing erotic sex story that delves into passion and romance. Discover thrilling twists and steamy moments as characters navigate desire and connection. Dive into this captivating chapter for an unforgettable read!<br/>
As with all of my stories, this is pure fantasy. Obviously I do not personally condone
any of the actions or behaviours displayed by the characters. It is written for enjoyment
and should only really be read by those who can differentiate fantasy from reality. To enjoy this story properly, you should definitely read the previous chapters to this. , The story so far: Phil has fallen out of love with his girlfriend called Sadie, and instead is regularly raping her teenage daughter, Kiara. At the end of the last chapter, Kiara was so fed up with the abuse that she was about to reveal everything to her mother.
Chapter Ten
Phil stood awkwardly in front of the mirror and shook his arms to loosen his sleeves, then stared straight forward into the glass to examine the resulting look. He quickly pinched each of the cuffs and pulled the arms back up again, preferring how it had been in the first place. Hardly any part of this suit seemed to fit him properly, and he couldn’t make it all work at the same time. The shirt was too long, the jacket too short. He sighed and undid his top button, not used to being dressed up like this one bit. In the mirror he saw a familiar figure approaching behind him, and quickly spun around to greet Sadie.
“Ooooh not bad. You don’t brush up badly at all do you?” she said, and kissed him quickly and then licked her lips. “I like it when you dress up all posh. Makes you look all classy.” She gave him one more cursory look over before sweeping off and over to the stairs. She hadn’t started getting ready for their night out herself just yet.
Phil was feeling on edge. He seemed to be constantly feeling that way recently, and he didn’t like it at all. His heart hadn’t seemed to slow down for over a week now. All since last Wednesday when all the trouble had kicked off. That dreadful day he’d been called into work early, where Terry had told him that he knew all about his secret. It was also the day that Phil ceased to be the only person to have had sex with his girlfriend’s daughter, and instead had to push her into the jaws of quite another monster altogether. It hadn’t been a total nightmare for him of course, as he’d at least got to cum in Kiara’s mouth at the end. It had been a nervy time though, and even once it was over, and that matter seemed settled with, quite another had immediately taken its place. Once they’d gotten home, Kiara seemed determined to tell her mother everything. She had the evidence, the will, and after her horrific night of yet more abuse, also seemed to have the strength to suddenly start fighting back and spill it all. She’d nearly done it as well. Nearly stormed straight through to Sadie and told her about the whole sorry affair.
For once, Phil knew he was boxing in the loser’s corner, and he’d had to act very quickly, and promise something very extreme to make her stop. Even as she’d tried to sweep out the door and through to her mum’s bedroom, Phil had clamped a hand on her shoulder and squeezed his fingers hard, making one final desperate haggle for salvation. “I’ll leave her,” he said bluntly, instantly breathing out after he’d said it.
She said nothing, but did stop still and looked up at him questioningly. Surely this was yet more lies from him, just to save his own cowardly skin.
“I mean it,” he said, tugging on a lifeline desperately for the second time that day. “I’ll leave your mum, and move out.” She stepped back inside, enabling him to shut the door over, as if setting the scene to discuss terms. She wriggled free from his grip on her shoulder though and then leaned back against the wall, still feeling more in control than usual. “But you won’t,” she whispered back, hearing Sadie shut the bedroom window in the room just along the landing. “You promise me things then you don’t do anything. You said you’d stop raping me, you said I could have my ring back. You just say these things and then you don’t ever do them. I don’t trust you Phil. I don’t believe a word you say to me.” Her emotions meant that her whispers accidentally turned back into quiet talking, and Phil placed his finger firmly against his lips again to silence her as quickly as possible. He then swiftly raised both his hands by way of surrender to her, talking urgently.
“I just wanted a bit of fun with you. I know, I know it’s got out of hand, and it can’t carry on. I swear to you now, that I will leave your mum and get out of here before the end of next week. You have my word.” She stayed defiant though. Normally he was used to her capitulating, and giving him more breathing space, but just like his boss this morning, she had him firmly in a corner.
She shook her head and reached for the door handle again. “Your word means nothing.”
Fortunately for him, an idea struck him and he shifted between her and the door. “Ok look,” he said quickly, his throat turning dry as he spoke more. “There’s, there’s a receipt. The receipt from our hotel trip downstairs in my jacket, in my jacket pocket. You can have it. It has my name on it, the date, even my card details. It says I stayed the night with one other person. I told your mum I was at work that night. You can go downstairs right now, and get it for yourself. You can keep it. And…” He paused, knowing that this was absolute defeat on his part. “… and then, if I’m not gone out of here by next weekend, you can show it to her.”
Kiara blinked and mulled the situation over in her head, frowning. If she weren’t hurting from everything so much, she could almost have enjoyed seeing this terrible abuser fall from grace, and squirm and beg under her threats.
Phil didn’t have much time to play with though, and these really were his last chances. Before long, Sadie would be getting curious to know where he’d got to, and that could very well be game over anyway if she came in right now.
“Look, you don’t want your mum really to know everything that’s happened to you do you? She’d hate herself for not having protected you. If I go, then you can have your life back, and she’ll never be any the wiser. That receipt doesn’t even have your name on it. If you need to show it to her, she’ll just think I cheated on her. Then I’m out of here anyway.”
Kiara’s thoughtful silence meant that at least she was listening to him now, and these did all seem good reasons to go along with his plan. Things would be much better this way. Much less heartache for everyone.” It was also certainly true that if it all came out, it would result in many months, if not years of sadness for them all. She just now had to balance the things in her head. This would actually be an end to it, a proper end. True, she would never see him be brought to justice officially for what he’d done. But he would be away from the two of them forever. Out of her life, never to return.
Phil glanced over at the door and then grabbed the handle himself. He’d handed himself over to defeat, and the only good part of it was that he wouldn’t go to prison. He knew already he was going to miss Kiara like crazy, but this had to be the price he’d pay. “When I’m gone, you can show her the receipt anyway if you want, all right? That part is up to you. Now I’m going to bed. If you accept my terms, you can go down right now and fetch that receipt, and keep it. If you don’t, then you can come right in and tell her everything.”