When I first learned to both love and fear my father, I also became aware of my own sexual desires. He first introduced me to sex by slipping into bed with me one night while mom was out of town. He stripped my baby doll pajama bottoms from me and began fondling my clit. I had no idea what he was doing. He asked me if it was ok for him to touch my pussy. I knew it wasn’t really right, but he was my father and I was afraid to tell him “No”. I just lay there and let him continue to stroke my pussy until it started to tingle and then my body started to shake as he held me to his chest tightly and stroked my pussy faster! It felt so good, and I felt so naughty and wrong. I knew that I’d been a bad girl to let him do that to me. When my body stopped shaking, he got out of the bed and said, “Don’t ever tell your mom what you let me do. If you do, she will get mad and will send you away.” Then he left the room. That was the first time he came to me at night. From then on, dad became a late riser, getting up with me in the morning when I got up for school. He stopped complaining about mom’s business trips which kept her out of town.