Dear Sis,
Well, it finally happened. And right before the swim meet too I'm talking about my virginity in case you're wondering. How about that. Your little sister finally got laid. Well, sorta, anyway I'm no longer the town outcast and I've finally gotten down to talking with boys which is something I've been meaning to do, but never had the guts. You know how us virgins are or were I should say.
The nationals are this week and by the time you get this letter the meet will be over and hopefully I'll have a handful of medals to show off next to yours. I'm a tenth of one second off your 100 butterfly time and I hate to upset you, but Bert thinks I've got a shot at your record. Sorry, sis, but that's how us competitors are.
And speaking of family. Ma is gone and maybe not coming back this time. She hasn't written in a couple of months so I figure she's had enough of Dad. Can't say as I blame her. The old man has been really off his rocker. I try to keep out of his way, it's rough. He drinks most of the night and occasionally I'm awake to hear him come weaving home singing and carrying on.
I walked in on Dad in the bathroom by mistake. You thought the old man was just a boozer, but I saw him flopped down on the commode whacking his meat for everything he was worth. The old guy was really horny if you can imagine! Not only that, he was groaning and screaming while his hand went up and down his dong. He got really big and thick jerking off. It was the first time I'd ever seen that and I damn near laughed out loud. Crazy isn't it. I managed to get away without him seeing me. He was jerking off pretty regular and I guess that's ok for him. But a couple of times I've waken up and found Dad standing in my bedroom drunk and mumbling something I couldn't understand. Well, I had to get him out, but it's scary. Why does he have to wander into my bedroom at night for God's sake?
Well, anyway that's the news from this end. I can barely wait for the nationals to start. I feel like a watch spring that has been wound too tight. It'll get better once the competition starts.
Sorry, I have to end my letter here. I wanted to tell you about Bert and especially about Nick Adams but that will just have to wait until next time.
Wish me luck,
Alice
She folded the letter and stuffed it into a white envelope which she stamped and put in the mailbox; when Alice dragged herself home from practice that night, she glanced up, saw the letter gone and gave no more thought to writing her sister.
The nationals were only a day off and she understandably was concerned with her times and health. Alice had developed a cold and was taking a variety of drugs, all illegal according to the swimming bylaws and would have to be stopped that day if her system was to flush the drugs out.
Wrapped up in her own problems, Alice did not recognize the subtle change in her father. He was still drinking heavily but the glassy stare had been replaced by a steely – some would say lusty – gaze, catching every detail of his young daughter.
On the way home from the gas station, he had seen the letter sticking out of the mailbox and quickly glancing at the last name on the front, opened the envelope and read the letter addressed to his older daughter. His lips moved as he read and when he got to the final paragraph a smile spread slowly across his face. His fingers trembled, shaking the one-page letter and it took three readings before he finally crumpled the letter up into an ash tray and burned it.
Mr. Dilly went to the kitchen where a full quart of bourbon was hidden behind the five-pound sack of flour in the top cabinet. He brought the bottle down, took several straight hits until the eighty-proof mash whiskey warmed his gut. Only then could he face the full reality of what he had read. His cock, loose as a throwing rope flickered alive. He reached in his pants and jerked the shaft, smiling as he thought of his darling, innocent daughter walking in on her old man jerking his cock.
The reason he was jerking his dick and not using it was her, as if the little sucker didn't know that. Who the hell did she think the old man was dreaming of as his cock spurted sperm into the toilet.
Dilly smiled again. He had wanted his younger daughter in the sack from just about the time she was old enough to walk. He was drawn to her like a magnet; her curly locks, big blue eyes and young, tender mouth pulled him inevitably closer and closer. Darlene had been the same way and he finally got her to think the same way. He pulled his dick until the knotty end pulsated and his nuts wagged with expectation.
Darlene had been a good little girl to him. She too had walked into the bathroom on him and experienced the same fascination and the same revulsion as Alice. His wife had gone a little crazy when she walked into the bedroom and found him with six inches of cock stuffed into Darlene's cunt, but at least his dumb wife had the sense to walk out instead of calling the cops.
Darlene was cool about the whole matter and though she had managed to elude him most of the time, he did get her pussy half a dozen times before she graduated and left for that rinky-dink college up north.
Now there was Alice, and she was easily the best of the whole lot. And now that she was old enough, he would break her in right. His hand came down on his wand and sperm shot out the end like custard. Dilly laughed hysterically, the booze only heightening his awareness of the world's silly ways.
Break her in right, he thought. Make her know what sex was all about! The hard way! he laughed.