Broken Bonds: Skeletons in the Closet

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      Olivia thought she had it all figured out. She was going to escape her boring existence in the South and move to The Big Apple and make a name for herself. She was going to go to design school and then she was going to open up her own boutique. Once people started wearing her designs she was going to be internationally known and sought after.

     Olivia didn’t plan to fail and she did everything she could to prepare for her move to New York. Her plan was to go to New York and find a job and a place to stay within the first week that she was there. She had read all about New York and how many people went north for new opportunities and jobs and to plain old start over. What she didn’t read was how expensive it was, or the fact that there was an age requirement for everything.

        Olivia was only eighteen when she got to New York but because of her life in South Carolina she was much more mature minded than girls her age. She learned at an early age that you had to make your own way or someone would make it for you. She had to endure things that no young girl should have to endure. She also learned that she was not built for the life that she was living and that was what prompted her to leave.
  
        Not only did she not think like girls her age but she also didn’t look like girls her age. She was built like a brickhouse. She had thick legs, a round butt that sat high and proud thanks to her still being in her teens; a small waist and big breasts that came with childbirth.
      Olivia started having sex at an early age and that was something else that made her mature faster. That combined with giving birth; which by nature already made her a grown woman. It also made her think quick on her feet as well. 
  
           Just after her fourteenth birthday Olivia’s mom met and married a new man. He worked at the local construction company and her mother thought that he was the best thing since sliced bread because he made good money. He was able to buy them nice things and even had a nice care for them to drive around in.

       She was the envy of friends and her mother thrived on that. She grew up dirt poor and her first husband, Olivia’s father didn’t make enough money to allow her to be flashy, so the minute he took his last breath she was on to the next man. She didn’t even give his body time to get cold before she married Otis.

        Otis was what the women in town would call a thoroughbred. He was a big man; around six two in height and muscles on top of muscles. He was one of the strongest men in town and most of the single women were after him, but he set his eyes on her mama, or so she thought. What she didn’t know was that he had his sights set on her young daughter.

          At first, he was gentle, loving and kind. He treated them both really special and while Olivia was still grieving the death of her father, her mother Camille was already head over heels in love. Once they got married things took a turn for the worst, at least for Olivia they did.

     First it started with him bumping up against her “accidently” in the hall way. Then it turned into eye fucking her whenever her mother wasn’t looking. Olivia tried to tell her mom that she didn’t feel comfortable around him but her mother dismissed her and told her that she was just being silly.

       At first Olivia thought maybe she was being silly. There was no way that a grown man would want to look at a little girl. Olivia was somewhat tall for her age but her body was starting to fill out. Genetics gave her hips and breast that she couldn’t hide no matter how hard she tried. Her waist was small and her butt was high.

       Because she was slightly more developed than her friends she wore baggy clothes to try to hide her shape. But that didn’t help to someone that wanted to see it.

         One day she had come in from playing outside and she was passing her mother on the way in. She said she had to run to the store to get some things for dinner. Otis half volunteered to go but Camille told him that she was just running to pick up a few things and she would be right back.
        Olivia begged to let her ride but she told her that she stunk and needed to take her bath. Not one to be disobedient Olivia went upstairs to run her bath water. She quickly went into her room and gathered her bed clothes and ran back in the bathroom.

     Knowing that she was home alone with Otis made her uncomfortable, so she planned to cut her bath short. Olivia loved water and she loved taking long leisurely baths, but that was only when her mother was home. She quickly washed her body and was back out before the temperature of the water could change.