Why did God allow Lot's daughters to commit adultery? The daughter accused her father of sexual harassment. The father knew his daughter.
my friend's father died. This happened a couple of years ago. Since then she has lived with her stepfather. Lately we have begun to notice strange things; we, like all teenagers, have a place where we sit. This place is an old construction site, we call this place Labiki. One day we were sitting on the benches, and this friend (let’s say her name was Lena) started crying, screaming and ran upstairs. The whole group of us rushed to catch up with her. Having caught up, they asked what was the matter, she replied that she allegedly saw her dead father under the labs, he called her. We took it as a joke, but Lena did not want to calm down. Such cases continued for 2 weeks. After 2 weeks the case took a new turn. I told Lena that I was tired of this, that the boys go to the river and wait for us there, and we girls (me, Lena and Kristina) go to my house, drink 50 grams of vodka for courage and go to church.
When I came to my house, I sat the girls down in the kitchen, and I went into the room to get some vodka. Coming back, I saw that Christina was standing in the kitchen, waving her hands in front of Lena’s eyes and saying something like “wake up,aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaLenaaaaaaa, “wake up”. I felt even more uneasy, suddenly the dog began barking in the corner where Lena’s cold gaze was directed. This went on for several minutes. I finally dared to go into the kitchen. I took the cheese and began to cut it, when suddenly Lena “came to life”, bent down, screamed and ran out of the apartment, followed by a screaming Christina, and then me with the cheese in my hand. As I ran out, I looked in the mirror and saw a white silhouette there, I abruptly grabbed the dog and ran out into the entrance. We asked why Lena screamed, it turns out she saw her father with a knife in the corner where the dog was barking. I was scared to go into the apartment, but I still decided. I put away the still unopened vodka and cheese, took the leash and immediately left there. Everyone was scared, Lena decided that it was better for her to go to church alone, and Christina and I would rather wait around for her. When Lena left, Christina and I began to talk about what had happened, our hearts pounding in fear.
Finally Lena returned and we decided to go to the boys on the river. To get to the river in our city, you need to cross a road bridge, that’s where we met our boys. With joy and tears in my eyes, I ran to Zheka, told him everything and he began to hug me and calm me down. Christina and I are smokers, and when we came to the river we smoked 3 cigarettes. The tense situation and Lena's sudden squealing and crying. Everyone turned back and ran towards her. She said that she saw her father in the window of the burnt house. Christina and I went into hysterics, because we also noticed something in the window later! and the boys decided to calm us down, started yelling obscenities at this ghost and went into this house, not finding anyone, they left from there. But this didn't help us. Then Lena ran to the river and almost jumped off the hill into it; the boys caught her in time. Then she tried to run away, but the boys grabbed her tightly, Kristina and I were hysterical, Lika sat without blinking, in a stupor. Lyosha (that was the name of one boy) was seriously scared. and suddenly I clearly began to hear someone’s whisper, and each of us in turn had someone breathing down our backs. From this whisper, I understood only three words: Lena, offend, kill. Then Lesha also began to hear something, but he did not understand anything except: kill. Lena came out of her stupor and we began to ask: “Where is your dad?” She she pointed, pointing her finger at one of us. And indeed, the one she was pointing at felt someone’s breath on the back of his neck. then we all abruptly packed up our things and left. It turns out that Lena also dreamed about her father.
It was a holiday, spring day. In the morning the church bells rang, sang and joyfully echoed, but in the house of one noble and wealthy nobleman there was an unspring and unholy sadness. It was quiet, the curtains covered the windows, and a ray of light could not penetrate their thickness, only sometimes, finding a small gap in them, it made its way through it and joyfully illuminated the gloomy abode. And this ray of sunshine gave the room a charming impression, giving hope that soon the whole room would be flooded with warm light. However, evening came, the Sun went below the horizon, and the house again plunged into the darkness of the night. No candles were lit in it, no fireplace was lit, and even the stove did not always give off its warmth to people, because the owner, as a rule, dined at a party.
One holiday, early in the morning, when the city was still sleeping, a carriage stopped in front of the house, and a beautiful young woman got out. A little girl jumped out of the carriage behind her; she looked about five or six years old. She was all in anticipation of something unusual and surprising. The lady took her hand and moved towards the house. I called. The door was not opened for a long time, the servants, like the owner, slept long and got up late. Finally, the door was opened. The lady asked to wake up the owner and introduced herself as the girl's governess. The servant escorted the lady and the child into the living room and went to wake up the owner. He was gone for a long time, but the wait did not seem painful to them. The girl looked around the room, touched things in plain sight, and she was all full of childish, healthy curiosity. The lady also looked at the living room, but, unlike the child, she was not touched by the luxury of the house. She felt the bleakness of this home and felt a little scared; she anxiously awaited the meeting with the owner of the house.
And here is the owner himself. A man of about forty entered the living room. Slender, tall, he would even be handsome if not for the sadness that lay on his face. The eyes were also sad, and the lady saw neither surprise nor curiosity in them - they were polite, but indifferent. “Who do I have the honor of talking to?” - he asked. The lady introduced herself and handed him a letter, saying that he would find the answer to all his questions in this letter. The man took the envelope, opened it and skimmed a few lines with his eyes. Suddenly his face became pale, he staggered and almost fell, but quickly regaining control of himself, with the lady’s permission, he sat down on the sofa. He read the letter for a long time, slowly, as if he did not understand what was written there. Finally, he finished reading and looked up at the lady. And she saw the change the letter made. From a gloomy and indifferent person, he turned into a suffering, but very kind person. His eyes remained sad, but this was already the sadness of a living person, suffering, but having hope for healing, having hope for joy and happiness.
That's her? - he asked, pointing his eyes at the girl.
Yes,” the governess answered quietly.
Come to me, child,” he asked.
The girl obediently approached him and, when she stood next to him, their similarity immediately caught the eye; no one could deny their relationship. These were father and daughter - two dear creatures, thrown far from each other by life.
You know who I am? - he asked the girl quietly.
Yes, you are my dad. Mom told me about you.
And what did she tell about me?
That you are very kind and very beautiful. That you love me and I love you.
And having said this, she suddenly pressed herself close to him, hugging his neck with her thin arms. The man did not expect such an outburst of love and tenderness and did not have time to control his feelings. Tears appeared in his eyes and rolled down his cheek. He hugged the only dear creature left in his life, pressed her tightly and held her in his arms for a long, long time. Thus arose, the love of two was born. Love for life, two lonely, suffering people who yearned for love and tenderness. Years passed. The girl was turning into a girl. The house turned from gloomy and dull into bright and cozy. It was always fun, there was music and laughter. Children, and later young people, loved to be here. They were greeted with joy in the house, given a hearty meal and allowed to do things that were not allowed in other houses. And the father of the mistress of the house was always the life of the party. They loved him, he was an authority for everyone. The praise of the owner of the house, his approval of their behavior or action was the highest assessment.
And then the day came when the daughter had to leave; she wanted to study singing and drawing. Her path lay to Italy. They both suffered from the upcoming separation, but neither of them spoke about their feelings. The father did not want to interfere with his daughter’s desire to explore the unknown, enrich herself with knowledge and learn the craft of an artist. He felt the talent in her and did not want to prevent her from realizing her plans. “Everyone has their own destiny, their own path. And let her go her own way,” he thought, but sadness fell on his heart. Parting scared him. He was no longer young; he could not count on everything returning to the way it was, because he knew and understood that this could not happen. Nothing stands still, everything moves, life also has its own speed and does not stand still.
The daughter was happy and sad at the same time. She sang, then suddenly burst into tears. But youth and thirst for life took their toll. The day of departure was approaching.
It was a warm summer day. The doors of the house were open, and the wind flowed freely through all the rooms. Confusion reigned. Everyone was fussing and talking loudly. Only the father was silent, he sat in the yard and watched the preparations. No feelings were reflected on his face.
The carriage arrived. The servants began to take things out and put them away, but the daughter still did not appear. Finally, she appeared. She looked unusually pretty that day. Excitement gave her face an inexpressible charm, a pink blush colored her cheeks, her eyes sparkled, ready to cry, and her lips tried to smile. The father stood up and approached his daughter. They hugged. And again, as on the first day of their meeting, he held her in his arms for a long time, and she repeated without ceasing that she loved him. Finally, he opened his arms and looked at his daughter. How similar they were - a father and his child. He blessed her and said:
Wherever you are, no matter what happens to you, remember and know that you have a home where your father and his love are waiting for you. In sorrow and joy, remember this. And know that you are not alone, for my love is always with you. Goodbye, child.
With these words, he kissed her and, turning his back, quickly walked towards the house. The crew drove off.
Days, weeks, months passed. A year passed, a second, a fifth. The daughter wrote regularly, wrote about her studies, new friends and her impressions. But I never wrote about love for a man. And her father believed that love had not yet touched her heart. And so, when the fifth year of separation had already begun, the letters changed - sadness and melancholy appeared in them, and they began to arrive less and less often. The father, loving his daughter, immediately understood the reason for the sadness and felt, felt in his heart that his daughter fell in love and that her love was unhappy. He and his daughter suffered and suffered, and finally, unable to bear the uncertainty, they set off on their journey. The path was not easy, the road was long. But every road comes to an end, and here it is for my daughter. The daughter has changed. She became even more beautiful, but she was no longer a girl - standing in front of him was a young beautiful woman who had known love and suffering from love.
Child, why are you running away from your home? Have you forgotten my parting words? Why do you suffer alone, can’t I share your sadness with you?
The daughter began to cry, she cried for so long and so bitterly, as if she wanted all the suffering of her soul to go away along with her tears. Her father stroked her head, as he had stroked her when she was still a child, and soothed her with gentle words, instilling peace in her soul that brought peace. My father's love warmed my soul. She became quiet and fell asleep. I slept for a long time, the way only children can sleep - serenely and peacefully. He sat next to her and looked at her lovingly.
Today we will leave,” she said decisively, “you’re right, I have a home, and I have a father.”
Six months have passed. And a little creature appeared in the house, so helpless and beautiful that everyone adored him. It brought so much joy and so much happiness that the house came to life again, laughter began again, and music flowed. The father became a grandfather, and the daughter became a mother. A small creature, and it was a girl, became the foundation of this house. Everything was spinning and spinning around her. Love was in the air, you could breathe it in, feel it, feel it.
So another two years passed. The little girl was alive and very much resembled her mother in childhood. Grandfather adored her and spent all his free time playing with her. His daughter came to life, motherhood added more beauty to her, and suffering softened her soul. She led a reclusive life, spending all her time at home.
One day, when the gardens began to bloom, the daughter was drawn to nature, she took paints and brushes and went out of town; the desire to paint had not arisen for more than four years. She chose a place and settled down to paint. It was a wonderful morning. The sun gently warmed the earth, birds sang wedding songs, and the meadow was strewn with flowers. The scent of spring was in the air. She was so engrossed in her work that she did not even notice how a stranger approached her. He stopped behind her and watched her for a long time. And only when she was about to leave, he came out from behind and, apologizing, introduced himself. That's how they met. Spring gave them love, mutual and happy. The daughter blossomed with happiness. Now she had everything - home, family, love. Her household blossomed along with her. The father looked younger, his eyes shone, they shone with love and joy. The granddaughter found her father and was also happy. Love settled in the house forever.
At the end of October, my eighteen-year-old daughter Natasha and I went to the regional center to visit my wife who was lying in the maternity hospital. She had already given birth to her second girl, and things were getting better after the birth complications. We returned home in the evening. The weather was cold and cloudy, black thunderclouds filled with leaden weight were gathering in the sky.
The bus took us to the dirt turn to Bolshoi Klyuch, dropped us off and moved on to Varvarovka. My daughter and I were left alone on the highway. Cars rarely passed here, and you couldn’t even dream of one turning onto Bolshaya Klyuch. We always covered the distance from the profile to our village on foot: and this is more than seven kilometers.
My daughter and I set out on the road as usual, but we hadn’t walked even a kilometer when a terrible downpour hit us. In a matter of minutes we found ourselves soaking wet. A cold, cold-like shiver pierced our bodies like needles. The dirt road turned into a muddy, sticky mess, and we were forced to wade through the grass that grew thickly on the side of the road. A peck of mud stuck to our shoes, so we had great difficulty moving our feet. The clothes stuck tightly to the body. Natasha, in her impossibly short, fitted chintz dress, looked completely naked. All parts of the body were imprinted so openly that I felt embarrassed to look at her.
The rain poured and poured like buckets, and we had no choice but to wander further under the tight cold streams of rain. Because the only place to hide was in a forest plantation, and the nearest one was still about half a kilometer away.
– Aren’t you tired, Natasha? – I asked my daughter with alarm and looked at her small, frail body, involuntarily noticing with my eyes all her girlish bulges: back and front.
- No, daddy, I'm not tired. Let’s go faster,” Natasha urged me.
Finally we got to the forest plantation, went into the very depths, found a fallen tree, it was an old acacia, and with relief we sat down on it. The rain didn't penetrate here as much. So we were able to even wring out our hair and catch our breath from fast walking.
Soon Natasha began to chatter her teeth from the cold.
-Are you feeling bad, daughter? – I asked with concern.
“H-ho-l-lod-bottom,” Natasha said, stuttering, with a trembling in her voice.
I was afraid that she might catch a cold and get sick, and I decisively demanded:
“Natasha, I’ll turn away, and you take off your dress right now and squeeze it out.” Otherwise you will get sick.
- No, you definitely need to wring out your clothes and dry them a little. Let me help you.
I almost forcibly pulled off her wet dress and began to carefully twist it. The rain had somewhat weakened its pressure and almost no longer penetrated into the thicket. I gave my daughter’s dress a good squeeze, shook it and hung it on the branches to dry. Natasha, wearing tiny red lace thong panties, like those worn by adults, and a tiny size zero bra, was shaking, huddled on a log.
- Daughter, are you completely cold? – I continued to carefully persuade Natasha. – Take off your panties and bra, let me squeeze them out.
She, not embarrassed by me, undressed, left without the last scraps of clothing. She gave tiny girlish intimacy into my trembling hands. Taking them, I glanced at her naked body with undisguised interest. He noted the weak, barely visible mounds of the breasts with brown pimples of the nipples, the smooth, hairless, shaved girl's pubis with a visible line of the upper part of her vagina. Sunken, tiny tummy.
“Hurry up, dad, I’m cold,” she said, sitting down again on the log and clasping her shoulders with her arms.
I quickly squeezed out her panties and bra and threw them on the branches near her dress. Trembling as if with a fever, he sat down next to his daughter.
“You, too, squeeze yourself out,” she said in an orderly tone.
I didn’t have to beg myself for long, and soon I was standing next to Natasha, as naked as she was, and carefully twisting my shirt and trousers.
“Let me help you,” Natasha suggested.
Together we quickly wrung out my things and also hung them on the branches to dry. I noticed that Natasha was always looking at my penis with interest. I was shy, but from this shyness my penis began to harden and rise. The situation was quite unusual: I had never stripped naked in front of Natasha. By concentrating mentally on this, I involuntarily fueled my excitement. The penis grew and filled with juice before our eyes. Natasha noticed this and shyly turned away. I didn’t know what to do.
It was too early to get dressed, the clothes weren’t dry, covering yourself with your hands was stupid. And I just stood there, shaking with severe chills, covered with blue goose bumps. And my penis grew and grew until it finally acquired a strictly vertical position. Natasha was shaking on the log, her face turned to the side. Concern and fear for the health of my loved one overpowered my shame. I approached her with a treacherously large penis sticking out, sat down next to her and hugged her tightly.
“Don’t be afraid, daughter, I’ll just warm you up.” You may get sick, and this is not very good. How will I treat you then?
- Aren’t you going to get sick, dad? – Natasha asked in turn, and timidly looked first into my eyes, then at my penis.
“No cold bothers me, daughter,” I reassured Natasha and began rubbing her back and chest with my palms.
“That’s not what I’m talking about, dad...” my daughter hesitated.
- What about?
– Well, about this very thing... don’t you understand?.. I heard that if it happens like it’s happening to you – now – then you can die.
I immediately understood what she was hinting at and decided to play along with her.
– Yes, you can die, daughter... There have been deaths.
– What cases?
- Lethal. Fatal.
– Do you really... want to? – Natasha squeezed out, finding her words with difficulty.
- I want it, daughter... Very, very...
- And if this... doesn’t happen now, will you die?
- Without you, yes, my dear! – for some reason I hinted unambiguously. Although no, I knew for sure why I was saying this and what I was getting at.
- Well then do it, dear! “Natasha, suddenly deciding on something, in turn stuck tightly to me with her entire small body of an unformed teenage girl, grabbed the thick shaft of my erect penis with her cold thin fingers and began to quickly slide her hand up and down. Her movements were so swift and skillful that I soon felt dizzyingly light and pleasant. A kind of languid indifference to everything in the world came over me, except for the movements of her musical fingers on my organ. I spread my legs wide apart and completely surrendered to the power of the little minx.
-Are you okay, daddy? – Natasha whispered with a breath, like an adult, continuing to bring me with her sweet massage to wild delight and frenzy.
- Okay, Natasha, continue, please!
- Why, dad? This is not what you want...
- Yes, daughter... But you still can’t... You’re too small for... him!
- And I'm careful.
Natasha stood up from the log and, continuing to manipulate
with my dick, she sat on my lap, facing my face. I stretched out my hands, shaking with lust, and touched her soft, tiny labia with my fingers - already open and moistened. Natasha groaned and trembled even more strongly all over, but now not from the cold, but from pleasure. She moved her crotch along my hand.
I felt the small button on her clitoris and gently pressed it. Natasha screamed louder, wrapped her thin arms around my powerful, heroic neck and climbed with her blue lips towards my mouth. I immediately responded with fervor to her hot and greedy, sucking kiss. He drowned his tongue in her hot throat. At the same time, he rubbed his huge rearing phallus against her elastic tummy.
“Dad, I want to go there...” the heated Natasha whispered, looking away from my mouth. She raised her ass from my knees, grabbed the veiny shaft of my penis in her hand and began to carefully move the head, which had opened like a flower, over her tiny “pussy.” I felt so good that I almost came and involuntarily removed her hand with my penis from my vagina.
- Wait, daughter, otherwise everything will start flowing...
- Out of him? – Natasha asked with interest.
- Yes... And you won’t experience... pleasure.
We continued to greedily suck each other's mouths, and I imagined how great it would be if Natasha caressed the head of my erect penis with her small, nimble tongue, like a lizard's sting. Such thoughts made my head go blank, and I, almost not realizing what I was doing, moistened the fingers of my right hand with saliva and began to carefully spread my girl’s tiny labia with them. She froze in agonizing anticipation, hovering over my dick. I developed the entrance to her hot cave sufficiently, so that in the end I could stick three fingers into her. My daughter was breathing rapidly, moaning muffledly, and pressing my wet head tighter and tighter to her non-existent chest.
Finally, I made up my mind, and, thinking that I had brought her to ecstasy, I began to slowly and carefully push my priceless treasure onto the huge penis sticking out between her spread thighs. At first, the mushroom-shaped head of the penis entered her narrow, tight hole, with effort, but still, and then the shaft sank. The walls of her undeveloped, girlish vagina squeezed my weapon so tightly that it even seemed to me that I had entered the wrong place... into the wrong hole... Natasha screamed in pain in a sharp, piercing voice, rushed upward, from this terrible stake, but I did not let her go, and handed the enraged phallus after him.
Something hot instantly poured over the head of my penis, I, frightened, pulled it out for a second, and Natasha’s virgin blood poured onto me from above. The girl got scared and, screaming, grabbed her slit with both hands, stretched out by my huge tool, thinking that I had torn something there and something needed to be done urgently. But I knew that I had only pierced her virginity, and there was no need to do anything. Or rather, you need to do one thing - continue to fuck your beloved daughter.
“Don’t be afraid, dear, nothing happened,” I began to calm her down, trying to put her on top of my bloody penis again, but Natasha resisted.
-What is this, dad? Why blood? What have you done to me!
- It’s okay, honey, it happens to everyone... It’s just that you stopped being... a girl!
-Who am I now?
- My wife! – I blurted out in a passion and finally impaled her on my dick again. Now I was no longer afraid of anything, and at breakneck speed I rammed my phallus into her hole.
Natasha screamed as if she had been cut, twitched on my dick, truly cumming for the first time in her life. She quickly rubbed her tiny clitoris with her fingers, squeezed my powerful, elastic buttock with her other hand, sucked my mouth and tongue in it. I also felt the approach of orgasm, and I drove my stick into the girl at full length. For some reason I wanted to bury the phallus as deeply as possible, and I was surprised how it fit there, in such a small, unstretched vagina.
After a few more rapid, crazy pumping, my sperm, boiling in a love battle, burst out of the phallus, filled her vagina and splashed out as soon as I pulled my penis out of Natasha. She hung on my neck in exhaustion. I picked her up in my arms, as I carried her as a child, rocking her, under her butt, and froze in this position.
– Am I your wife now, dear daddy? – Natasha finally spoke.
“Yes, dear,” I nodded.
- What about mom?
“And we won’t tell her anything.”
- And when she leaves the hospital, will you still fuck me?
– Did you like it, daughter? – I answered the question with joy, a question.
– It was something!.. Foamy sensations! Terrible cruelty! Wow Wow! – she said several phrases common among modern youth, expressing the highest degree of delight and approval.
“Give me a blowjob, daddy,” my daughter suddenly said in the voice of an experienced adult whore, and I couldn’t believe my ears. But from her words such a deep wave of sweet languor came over me that I immediately obeyed, fell on my knees in front of my daughter, spread her thin, frog-like legs wide apart and fell with animal greed to the open bud of her “pussy.” I first licked all the folds of her outer labia from her blood and my own sperm, then began to actively suck on the inner ones. Natasha moaned and writhed in my arms, pressing my head with her little hands to her swollen hot womb.
– Do you like licking her, honey? – she asked, closing her eyes in pleasure and vibrating to the rhythm of my tongue with her entire thin body.
– Yes, Natasha, I really like your pussy. She's so small and sweet that I just stick out. “I’m flying away from the buzz,” I moaned in turn, answering her questions, and licked, licked, licked.
Natasha began to struggle again, cumming, and I began to suck everything into my mouth. I loved that she was cumming inside me. Before that, I came inside her, and now it was her turn. The girl was screaming in a voice that was not her own, and her whole body was twitching in terrible convulsions, as if she was being paralyzed.
- Oh, dad, move away quickly! – the daughter suddenly shouted.
I didn’t understand anything and didn’t remove my face. And at that same moment, a yellow hot stream of urine from my daughter’s vagina rushed into my mouth. Natasha was unable to restrain herself and only tried to pull away to the side, but I held her tightly in my arms and enjoyed this hot, salty-tasting shower.
“Daddy, I’m sorry,” Natasha babbled embarrassedly after peeing on my face. She was completely at a loss from the embarrassment that had happened to her and did not know what to do or how to make amends.
Well, I felt an equally acute urge to empty my fluid-filled bladder. Standing in front of her guilty face, I took the limp penis in my right hand and immediately splashed a full-flowing stream of my urine into Natasha’s face. My girl, experiencing genuine pleasure, opened her mouth and placed it under the yellow fountain. A minute later she was wet from head to toe. Warm urine warmed her for a moment and she, half-closing her eyes, was silently blissful...
For outsiders, the Menshikov family (surname changed - Ed.) was no different from hundreds of others. Same-year-olds Dmitry and Tamara met, fell in love, got married, settled in a three-room apartment in Kolomyagi, and their daughter Yulia was born. The parents could not be happier; they raised the child with soul. A black cat ran between its parents after eight years. Dmitry once said:
Today I'll go to bed with Yulia.
He was then 30 years old. The woman had probably noticed before that her husband was too gentle with the girl. But I hardly expected outright pedophilia. Shocked, she swallowed her insult. I didn’t tell anyone - they don’t wash dirty linen in public. But it was useless to contradict Dmitry. A big guy, over two meters tall, he could easily kill him.
Since then, the Menshikovs have lived according to new rules. Dmitry moved into his daughter’s room and cooled down with his wife. Years passed. At the age of 17, Julia became pregnant.
From whom? – the father asked naively.
From you, you are my only man,” was the answer.
At the family council they decided to keep the child. The daughter-granddaughter was named Sveta. The incest did not pass without a trace. The child developed insulin-dependent diabetes mellitus. It is practically incurable. Consider yourself disabled for life.
Now Sveta is four years old. Tamara filed for divorce. Dmitry seemed to agree, but on the condition that Yulia would stay with him. He still burns with “love” for her.
And the girl was apparently tired physically and mentally. She told her father that she was breaking up with him. Wants, they say, to date guys of the same age:
I’m already 21 years old, I want to be with others!
Menshikov, who will turn 43 in early December, was seething. He wanted eternal fidelity and vetoed his daughter's dating.
The girl went to the police. She recalled the details calmly, as if she were telling a common story. Three operatives went after Menshikov. They knocked on the door, introduced themselves, and asked to go with them to the investigator. The man agreed. But on the street he changed his mind and rushed at the police.
What are you doing, Dmitry Valentinovich! - one officer shouted, holding his dislocated arm.
Two were also injured. Menshikov bit hard. Dented a company car. Finally, he was put down with a wrestling move and brought to the investigative department. Dmitry denied his guilt. The victim also planted the “pig”. Seeing her dad, Yulia refused the statement.
If you start to imprison him, I will say that I slept with him voluntarily! – she threw it in the face of the investigators.
We did not expect such a turn. As Komsomolskaya Pravda learned, the investigation of the Primorsky district was connected with Prosecutor General's Office for consultations. Apparently, grounds for initiating a criminal case were found after all. Perhaps Yulia was persuaded to testify against her father. It is possible that, if free, he would take revenge on his daughter for betrayal.
The defendant has been arrested. He is suspected of raping a minor and resisting police officers,” Ekaterina Gilina, head of the investigation department of the Primorsky district of the Investigative Committee of the Investigative Committee for St. Petersburg, explained to a Komsomolskaya Pravda correspondent.
Nastya Kalinina* started a special page on the Internet. There she describes in great detail everything that happened in her family ten years ago.
And he directly accuses his parent of sexual harassment.
Silence in exchange for sweets
My father is a pedophile! - Twenty-year-old Nastya openly told a Komsomolskaya Pravda correspondent. - I was his victim.
With the help of the Internet and public opinion, Anastasia is trying to punish her father for his ruined childhood. However, her dad really doesn’t like this activity and threatens to sue her for libel.
Ten years ago, the Kalinin family was not much different from other St. Petersburg families. Dmitry and Tatyana lived in their own apartment in the Kirovsky district, worked at the railway depot and raised Nastenka. Sometimes they argued seriously. But as soon as the scandal subsided, their lives returned to normal.
Mom was regularly on duty on the night shift,” Nastya recalls. - I stayed at home with dad. I really liked it because my father spoiled me a lot.
The girl went to ballet school, and therefore her parents closely monitored her daily routine and diet. But secretly from his wife, Dmitry treated his daughter to various sweets, allowed her to watch TV for a long time, bought all sorts of trinkets and gave her pocket money. The daughter doted on her father.
I don’t even remember how it all started,” says Nastya. - At first he told me where children come from and how a man differs from a woman. Then I moved from theory to practice...
Dmitry began showing erotic films to his young daughter. Further more. Nastya is clearly etched in her memory: she is sitting on her father’s lap, and he is telling her another adult story. Suddenly Dmitry interrupted his story and asked if the girl felt “something” underneath her? The daughter nodded.
“Undress,” the father ordered.
The daughter obeyed unquestioningly.
He touched me and asked me to touch his “dignity” too,” Nastya recalls. - Thank God, it didn’t come to the point of rape. Although he tried to do it. But nothing worked out for him. I said that it hurts me and I don’t want to. He kissed me and told me to put my tongue in his mouth.
These adult games, according to the daughter, lasted several months. And one day her father even forced her to have oral sex with him.
“He asked me not to tell my mother about this,” Nastya continues. - He said that otherwise my mother and I would no longer have money. I realized that if I spilled the beans, I would only make things worse for everyone and remained silent.
Confession of sins
When Dmitry and Nastenka had a “terrible secret,” the mother’s heart sensed something was wrong.
I didn’t see anything with my own eyes, but the thought crept into my mind that this was possible,” says Tatyana. “However, I drove her away: a man can’t be such a bastard.” It turned out that it could.
One day the girl stayed with her grandmother. They were playing, and the granddaughter suddenly blurted out something about the films she watched with her dad. The grandmother was amazed by the baby’s knowledge, and she told Tatyana everything. That evening, mother and daughter had a serious conversation.
Dmitry was at the dacha at that time. When he returned, his wife told him from the doorway what she knew. The stunned head of the family became hysterical and began to ask for forgiveness. He was ready to do anything to atone for his guilt.
Taking advantage of the moment, Tatyana forced her husband to write a letter of gratitude. With trembling hands, he scribbled on a piece of notebook paper about his atrocities.
The woman went to the police with this piece of paper. However, disappointment awaited her there. The police listened to her story and read the letter. After this they said: “It is unlikely that we will be able to do anything. After all, there is no real evidence of depraved acts.”
I was told that I needed a video recording, a photograph, marks on clothes or on the child himself,” Tatyana sighs. - True, they offered to beat my husband so that he would remain disabled. But I didn't need that.
The family lived together for about six months. Only her mother never left Nastya alone with her father. When she went on the night shift, her grandmother stayed with the girl.
Revenge for a ruined childhood
And yet, the couple soon divorced and moved away. After this, Tatyana breathed a sigh of relief, since life together, as it turned out, was a real nightmare for her.
Throughout the twelve years that we lived in marriage, I felt like a victim,” Tatyana recalls. - My husband didn’t stop drinking for weeks and beat me. But the worst thing is that after the incident with his daughter, he did not have a drop of remorse.
“I now understand that my mother put up with him only for my sake,” says the matured Nastya. - My father earned good money and provided for us. Even in difficult times, we had everything: good food, a computer, cell phones. I liked living like this. I was against divorce. Maybe that’s why his mother put up with him for almost a year.
A few years later, Tatyana married again. Now she has a one-and-a-half-year-old child from her second marriage.
Nastya turned twenty years old. She lives alone in her own apartment and seems happy with life. But her relationships with the opposite sex do not go well. She's afraid of guys. And he believes that his father is to blame for this.
I was a little girl, playing with dolls and dreaming that I would marry a prince. But dad destroyed these dreams,” the girl sighs. “Besides, I’m haunted by the fact that he abused my mother and now she has a serious nervous illness.” The most disgusting thing is that he admits all this, but sincerely believes that he did nothing wrong.
The girl does not count on help from the police. She still has that same note. And Nastya decided to make the case public via the Internet.
According to the law, I cannot punish him, so let at least as many people in St. Petersburg as possible know about his “feat,” she says.
FATHER'S OPINION
Apartment spoils people
The only evidence of it is that very note, says Dmitry Kalinin. - It really was written by my hand. But I did it to save my family. Although the actions described in it qualify as pedophilia, I did not commit any depraved acts. Even the medical commission confirmed this then.
According to my father, this story surfaced a decade later for a reason. It's all because of his apartment, which his daughter has her eye on. The fact is that both he and Nastya are registered in the same apartment where they lived ten years ago. However, in 2007, Dmitry married a young girl, whom he also registered in this living space. This marriage fell apart. However, Dmitry did not sign his second wife out of the apartment. This, in his opinion, greatly infuriated Nastya, who decided to blackmail her.
My daughter set a condition for me: either I write out my ex-wife, or she uses the note,” says Kalinin. - I refused, and that’s how it all began.
After all, after her mother and I divorced, my daughter periodically lived with me. I went abroad and to the countryside on vacation with my “pedophile dad.” And there was no talk of any psychological trauma. And then suddenly, at the 21st year of life, it suddenly appeared. It's all strange.
* The names of the characters in the material have been changed.
