Dark Desire.

The eve of my 18th birthday was supposed to be a celebration, a rite of passage into adulthood. My friends had planned a surprise swimming party at a club down the street, but I knew my dad wouldn't approve of the 18+ venue. So, I lied to him, telling him I'd be spending the night at Tina's house, my best friend since childhood. In reality, Tina and I had planned to attend the swimming party together, and I would sleep over at her place afterward. But Tina had other plans. Tina my best friend has chosen today of all days to visit her boyfriend. Therefore my plans of sleeping over at her place after the pool party has been shattered, I can't sleep at my other friends house, since I haven't built that strong rapport with them so I would have to go home after the party, The plan was to sneak in, I believe by then my Dad won't be awake. “Emily I am sorry, it took me two weeks to think out when I would sleep over at Brandon's place, since we began dating I haven't spent a night at his place, please permit me to sleep over at his place, I have already told my parents that I would be sleeping at your place this night since it is your birthday” Tina begs me in her rasping, melodious voice. Tina being the only childhood friend I have reminds me so much of my childhood. Childhood was a wildflower blooming in the open range of life. My friend Tina once described it as a time of unbridled joy and untainted honesty. Those were the days of unencumbered freedom, when the breeze whispered secrets in my ear and the sun shone bright with promise. It was a time of reckless abandon, when laughter echoed through the hills and adventure lurked around every corner. I recall days without a care, when the birds sang my name and the trees stood tall as sentinels of innocence. Even the stray dogs that roamed the streets seemed more interested in playing fetch than causing harm. I remember running wild and free, unencumbered by the weights of the world. It was a time of pure, unadulterated joy – a time when childhood's beauty shone bright, untainted by the complexities of adulthood. With the marking of my 18th birthday, I am now fully an adult. With the swimming party at the club and Tina's parents thinking she was at my house, I couldn't stay at Tina's place now. I had to rush home after the party, my mind racing with thoughts of what to do next, how to circumvent by Dad since it was 1:30am. As I approached our bungalow, nostalgia washed over me. The compound, where I'd spent countless birthdays, playing with friends and family, now seemed eerie. The door was open, which sent shivers down my spine. Little did I know, this night would become a nightmarish discovery, forever altering my perception of family, love, and relationships. Cautiously, I stepped inside, my intention was to remain unnoticed, but the sight of the open door sent a jolt of fear through me, and before I knew it, I was shouting, 'Dad! Dad!' The eerie silence that followed only heightened my anxiety. My heart pounded. What if intruders were inside? I crept upstairs, my senses heightened. The hallway was dimly lit, the air thick with an unsettling atmosphere. Our family photos lay scattered on the floor, and my 3-year-old picture frame was broken. I stood frozen in the doorway, my heart racing as I gazed into the room that has been my sanctuary. My childhood bedroom, now transformed into something foreign and unsettling. The familiar furniture, once a comforting presence, now felt like an intrusion. As I listened, the sounds grew louder, unmistakable. Moans and gasps echoed through the room, mingling with the creaks of the bed. It was as if the walls were witnessing a private moment, one that I shouldn't be privy to. My mind reeled, struggling to process the scene before me. This was the room where I'd spent countless nights growing up, dreaming of fairy tales and adventure. Now, it had become a space for secret trysts and stolen moments. Every creak of the bedframe, every whispered pant, felt like an invasion of my personal history. I felt like an outsider, peeking into a world that wasn't mine to witness. The sounds intensified, a crescendo of pleasure and passion. I knew I should leave, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot. I stood there looking at their nakedness. They were naked, on the bed. Dad's growing erection was pressing against her behind. Mixed fluids ran down her thighs as Dad's hard member ruthlessly plowed her opening. She kept screaming in a very high pitch. I know from the intensity that she has already rubbed off at least one orgasm "Oh, f**k Tony! Ohh, mmmhhh amazing!" That was Sussan addressing my Dad by his name. She was laid flat on my childhood bed, legs wide. Right before me, they changed from the traditional doggy to missionary. "Oh, babe, you are so f*****g hot and tight," Dad's voice rushed in. He fell on his back next to her, Dad gestured with her finger to come near her. She pointed to her p***y. Dad went on her knees and pulled her ass close to the edge of the bed. Her c*m dripping p***y was in front of him. He started to lick the overflowing c*m. It looks warm. Then Dad started to suck the c*m out of her warm v****a. It was beaten red by their activity. Then Dad pulled her by her hair and she was next to him. She let him jerk off on her boobs. The act of standing made her see me. I don't know what she might have thought in her head, but the action of getting up from the bed was followed by a reaction. "Emily!" she shouted, looking for clothes to cover her nakedness. But then I have been there for up to an hour and I can't unsee what I have seen. My eyes widened in shock, face pale as I took in the scene before her. Sussan's frantic search for clothes to cover her nakedness only added to the chaos. Dad's guilty expression, mixed with a hint of embarrassment, made the situation even more uncomfortable. I'd stood there for an hour, witnessing the intimate moments between Dad and Sussan. The image of their entwined bodies, the sounds of their passion, were forever etched in my mind. "Emily, I..." Dad began, but his words trailed off. Sussan's gaze darted between Dad and me, her eyes filled with a mix of shame and panic. "Oh, Emily, I..." I turned away, unable to bear the awkwardness. The room, once filled with the sounds of their lovemaking, was now heavy with tension. How could they? On my own bed, no less. The thought sent a wave of nausea through me. Without a word, I turned and left the room, leaving them to their awkward silence. Now I get to understand the scattering of our family pictures, maybe they had used the table for some quick romance. The pressure was just unbearable. A girl of 18 years, and my birthday was supposed to be a celebration of strength and independence. But.. no wonder he wasn't resistant when I told him I wanted to go out; he had other plans. He didn't even call to check on me, and I didn't expect him to. But what I didn't expect either was walking into my room to find my dad's nakedness staring back at me. The image is forever etched in my mind. Why did it have to be that the first male nakedness I saw was that of my Dad? Why did my future Mum have to be the first female nakedness I saw? And on my birthday, of all days. And on my own bed. The shock and disgust overwhelmed me, and tears streamed down my face. I felt lost and alone, unsure where to turn. As I wandered aimlessly through the streets, my mind raced. I couldn't go to Tina's place; she had plans with Brandon. My thoughts kept circling back to one person: Johnson. I hesitated, unsure if I should call him. We barely knew each other, and I didn't want pity. But something about him drew me in. Taking a deep breath, I wiped away my tears and dialed Johnson's number." Trying to seive out a perfect lie to someone who just dropped me from the club, unaware if he has reached his house.