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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Karen_McCormick/Kenny_McCormick, mentioned_Stan_Marsh/Kenny_McCormick
  Character:
      Karen_McCormick, Kenny_McCormick, Carol_McCormick, Stuart_McCormick
  Additional Tags:
      Implied_Childhood_Sexual_Abuse, Child_Abuse, Emotional/Psychological
      Abuse, Parent/Child_Incest, Brother/Sister_Incest, Drunk_Sex, Sibling
      Incest, Oral_Sex, Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Drug_Use, Implied/Referenced
      Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced_Drug_Use, Implied
      Relationships, Father/Son_Incest, Mother/Son_Incest, Father/Daughter
      Incest, Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Voyeurism, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Implied/Referenced_Underage_Prostitution, Physical_Abuse, Insults,
      Bullying
  Series:
      Part 2 of Hell_is_home
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-19 Words: 3194
****** Perfect Family ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     The McCormick family seem to be an okay family on the outside but,
     behind close doors is hell.
Notes
     I think I tagged all the triggers but if I missed any let me know and
     I will add them to the tags. I got this idea while I was talking to
     my girlfriend.
She could hear the sound of glass breaking. This wasn't anything new. Her
parents never got along well. The drugs didn't help. They only made the
fighting worse. She had grew up here this, it was always this. Even so she
still hated it. She put in her headphones, anything to drowned out the noise.
Karen prided herself on being a fairly good child. She didn't get into trouble
much. Sometimes at school for wearing too short skirts. It was distracting the
boys as the teacher had said. It wasn't her fault. Her mother bought her those
clothes and told her to wear them, saying she had a nice body and should show
it off. Her mother used to dress the same. She wondered when Kenny would get
home. She hated being home alone while her parents fought. Kenny was the only
one she had now since Kevin had been sent off to some kid of camp. Some place
Karen didn't even remember. She was eight when Kevin was sent away. She
couldn't remember much about it. Something about drugs or misbehaving. Maybe he
was in jail. She heard the front door open and the noise stopped. She pulled
out her headphones and stood up. Kenny must be home. When she stepped out of
her room she seen her parents had turned their yelling and anger on Kenny. The
blond boy had went out to get some food and hang out with his friends. Karen
wanted to say something but that would just get both of them beat. When it came
to Karen, Kenny would fight his parents till he was bloody, black and blue.
Kenny did all he could to help Karen. He hated living here, hated seeing Karen
dress the way she does. When he could he would get her things that weren't so
short. He knew all those men were looking at her, imagining what touching her,
being inside her was like. He hated the thought of some dirty guy putting his
hands all over his little sister. He was so distracted by his thoughts he
didn't notice his dad swinging for him. Karen almost screamed when her dads
fist met Kenny's face.
“Listen to me you piece of shit!” He said, kicking Kenny who had been knocked
over by his dads punch. Karen went to run over, to try and stop him from
hurting Kenny more but the look in Kenny's eyes begged her not to. She watched
as her mom attempted to stop it which led to her also getting hit. Karen wasn't
too worried about her mom, she was a tough women. Once again her parents were
the ones fighting. She grabbed Kenny's hand and helped him up, pulling him to
her room. She wanted to get as far from the fight as possible before their dad
came back for them. When they got to get room she sat down on the bed. It
creaked under her slight weight. Karen was thin for her age. Her small frame
didn't stop her boobs from growing though. By the age of fourteen she'd had
size C. now at the ripe age of sixteen she was at a size D. She hated it
sometimes because that's all guys seen. Her mother reminded her that having
nice boobs was good. She could use them to get what she wanted. Karen hated
that logic but her mother would never steer her wrong.
“I'm sorry I couldn't do anything to help you.” Karen said, looking at Kenny.
He smiled and patted her head.
“Don't be. I don't want you hurt.” He said. She smiled a little. As long as
Kenny was happy and okay she didn't care what happened to her. Karen jumped
when she heard a knock at the door. She prayed it wasn't her dad. Coming to
violently beat her and Kenny for running. She hugged Kenny tight. She could
feel him shaking. He was just as scared as her.
“Kenny, Karen open the door.” the voice of her mother was heard over Karen's
fast beating heart. Karen slowly walked over to the door opening it. She seen
her mom standing there from the looks of it she was high. Karen always knew how
someone looked when they were high. Her parents were always drunk or high.
Well, most the time anyways. It was rare they were sober. Just like it was rare
anyone in the house was happy. It's hard to be happy when you're freezing to
death, starving and all you see is fighting all day and night. Her mom smiled
in a way that sent chills down her spine and she felt Kenny tense up behind
her. They both knew what that look meant. “Kenny can you come to my room?” she
said. Kenny couldn't say no, he didn't have the option. He kissed Karen on her
head then pushed past her to follow his mom. Karen lied down on her bed,
feeling tears well up in her eyes. She knew what Kenny was about to do. She had
seen it many times when she was little. She started to feel her eyes getting
heavy. Maybe some sleep would do her some good. She would rather sleep then
hear those sounds. She hated hearing her parents like that. Hearing them do
that.
It was late at night and Karen was suppose to be asleep but she heard a noise
and she was thirsty. Maybe she could get a drink of water then sneak back to
bed. She got up, in her young child mind, those groaning and moaning noises
sounded like the sounds of a ghost. In fear she ran to Kenny's room. He would
go with her to get some water. He would protect her. When she reached his door
she seen it was half closed. There was a crack in the door. She peaked through
the crack and seen Kenny with his head between their moms legs. She was
moaning, her hands on Kenny's head, fingers tangled in his hair. Karen had a
sick feeling in her stomach. Kenny wasn't suppose to be doing that, something
in her told her it was wrong. She ran back to her room, jumping onto her bed.
Tears streaming down her little face. She would pretend she didn't see that.
Karen woke in a cold sweat. She hated when she had those nightmares. She wanted
to forget, go back to when she didn't know what that meant. She wanted to go
back to being innocent. Back to when she was a child, when men didn't want
their hands all over her. When she wasn't pulled from class because she was so
hot it was distracting people. When people at school didn't label her as a slut
and a whore. Men assumed she would just let them screw her. All the boys in her
school would whistle and say profound things to her. Even if it was more scary
when she was a kid. All the fighting and screaming. At least she didn't have
guys grabbing her ass. She heard her bed room door open and seen her dad walk
in. she hated when he would come see her, most times drunk. He would tell her
how pretty she is, like her mother used to be. He climbed into her bed, lying
next to her. She stiffened up feeling his hand move up her thigh. His fingers
pressed against her, roughly. She bit her lip, tears in her eyes. She hated
this. When she was younger her dad never touched her but at a certain age he
started to put his hands on her. She knew he and her mother did it to Kenny.
She was only ten years old when he came into her room, placing his hands on the
small of her back. When Kenny found out he was upset but there wasn't much he
could do. They had no where to go. Karen was broke from her thoughts when she
felt a finger enter her. She felt sick. She could feel her dad grinding into
her back, moving his finger faster. Karen stayed still. Kenny always told her
not to move or make noise. If she stayed still it didn't give him as much
satisfaction.
“You're so pretty Karen.” Her dad whispered to her. She closed her eyes tight,
tears spilling from them. She couldn't help but cry. She could smell the
alcohol on his breath. This happened almost every night. He would come in and
tell her she was pretty. He would touch her and cum on her. He never got into
her though or at least not yet. She knew one day he would try, he would because
he is bigger then her. Because her mom was passed out. Because she was good for
nothing, why would anyone save her? “My pretty little Karen. Your daddy's good
little girl aren't you?” He said. She did nothing. Didn't respond, didn't move.
She never would answer because she wasn't his. She was nobody's. She owned
herself and she knew that. Her mom said so. She felt something warm spread
across her back and he pulled his finger out. He pulled up his pants and walked
out. She lied there crying harder. She heard the door open again a little while
later. She looked up to see Kenny standing there. He had a washcloth in his
hand. He sat on the bed and started washing up her back. He always did this for
her. It was the least he could do.
“Thank you.” She whispered. Kenny smiled and nodded his head. One day he would
get Karen out. He'd save her. He wouldn't let anyone else hurt her. Not those
kids at school, not their dad, no one. Everything was going to be okay.
Karen stood in front of her mothers bed room mirror. She was smiling, she had
gotten accepted to be on the cheer team. She was trying on her uniform. She
knew she more then likely got on due to her carefree, happy spirit and her
body. She took another look in the mirror. More then likely her body. She heard
clapping behind her, turning around to see Kenny standing in the doorway.
“Looking good Kare.” Kenny said, stepping into the room. Karen smiled, turning
back to the mirror.
“ You really think?” She said. She noticed the bottle of vodka in his hand. She
knew his boyfriend drank sometimes. She figured he wanted to try it too. She
herself wouldn't mind trying some someday. She felt him walk up behind her,
kissing her neck. She moved her head aside, giving him more room. “Is this
okay? I mean we are family.” she asked, watching in the mirror how Kenny's lips
moved along her neck.
“There's nothing wrong with it Karen. You are the only one here who cares about
me.” Kenny whispered, sliding his hand down her stomach. “I want to make you
feel good. I won't be rough like dad.” he reached under her skirt, slowly
rubbing her through her underwear. She couldn't help but let a tiny gasp escape
her. “If you want me to stop just tell me.” Karen nodded her head. She watched
in the mirror as Kenny slowly wiggled his finger into her underwear. She had to
bite her lip to keep from making too much noise when Kenny stuck his finger
inside her. He moved his finger, smiling a little. He'd never seen Karen look
so pleased. He moved his finger around looking for that spot that gave her the
most pleasure. He noticed when her body tensed and she jerked her hips forward.
Found it. He moved his finger, pressing on that spot.
“Kenny!” he heard Karen gasp out. He knew at this rate she would cum in no
time. “Kenny can we lay down in my room and do this? I don't know how much
longer I can stand.” Kenny pulled his finger out, holding Karen up with his
other hand. He helped her walk to her room. He lied her on her bed, kissing her
stomach. He slid his fingers under her underwear, pulling them down. Karen felt
a mix of arousal and nervousness at the sight of Kenny getting between her
legs. She remembered seeing Kenny do this to their mom many times. It looked
like it felt pretty good because her mom was always loud or louder then normal
when Kenny did this. He licked over her, watching her reaction. She made a
noise that sounded like a mix of surprise and pleasure. Kenny smirked,
spreading her legs more. He thrusts his tongue into her warm heat, sucking
every now and then. He noticed she moaned a lot when he tongue brushed a
certain place in her. He licked and sucked there. He felt her hands grip his
hair. “Kenny! Oh god Kenny.” She breathed out, head thrown back. She started
moving her hips. Kenny was amazing at this. She had never had this done to her
before. Kenny sat up undoing his pants. He pulled them off along with his
boxers. Karen watched Kenny climb back onto the bed, settling between her legs.
“This may hurt a little but I promise it'll get better.” Kenny said, slowly
pushing his length into Karen. She closed her eyes tight, tears filling them.
Kenny was right it did hurt. Kenny kissed her head. “Let me know when it
doesn't hurt so bad.” He said. She nodded her head and took a deep breath,
letting herself adjust. When it didn't hurt as bad she nodded her head, moving
her hips slightly to let Kenny know it was okay to move. She knew from seeing
her mom that over time she would adjust to the feeling. She would be able to
let Kenny fuck her as hard as she wanted. Well not just Kenny anyone who she
deemed worthy. Then again she was nothing but a slut who didn't know how to say
no. that's what all the kids told her. They saw her as nothing but a toy. Guys
would grab her ass and ask her to flash them everyday. She hated it. She was
brought from her thoughts when Kenny started thrusting. At first it hurt but
now it was starting to feel good. She started moving her hips, wrapping her
arms around Kenny. “Ah, Karen you feel so good.” He said. Karen moaned when he
hit that spot that he had hit with his fingers earlier. Kenny aimed for that
spot, watching her face twist with pleasure.
“Kenny! I'm going to cum!” she said. Kenny groaned feeling himself already
nearing his end. Damn Karen was tight and warm. He took Karen's hand in his.
“Cum for me Karen.” He said, kissing and biting her neck. She cried out, saying
Kenny's name, squeezing his hand. Kenny felt her tighten around him. He
couldn't hold it in, releasing inside her. He rolled off of her panting. He was
really tired. Karen looked over and seen he had passed out. She smiled and
stood up, putting on her underwear, fixing her cheer uniform. She noticed her
mom standing in the doorway.
“Mom, how long have you been there?” She asked, walking over to her. Her mom
brushed the hair out of Karen's face. Her whole face was red. She couldn't
believe her mom just seen that.
“Long enough to see you be deflowered.” she said, making Karen turn around. She
started fixing Karen's hair, putting it in a braid. Karen looked at herself in
the mirror, she had a hickey on her neck. Her mom smiled. “The boys at school
are going to be so jealous when they see that hickey. They are going to be
talking about how lucky whatever boy got in you was.” Karen felt so
embarrassed. She didn't know what to say. What could she say? Why did her mom
have to be so blunt about it? Deflowered? Really. She couldn't have found a
better way of wording it. Karen would have rather heard first time or losing
your virginity then deflowered. “So how was Kenny with his mouth? Did he blow
your world?” She asked. Karen only nodded her head. Her mom finished braiding
her hair.
“It was like nothing I had ever felt before.” she said, looking at her mom. She
tried not to show how awkward she felt. “He knew all the right places to touch.
It was mind blowing.” she said, slowly. She couldn't believe what she was
saying but it was all true. It was like something she had never experienced
before. Kenny was amazing with his mouth and he knew where to touch, how to
touch there.
“I'm glad.” her mom said. She then stepped out of the room for a second, coming
back with a little pill. “Take this. It will make sure you don't get pregnant.”
she said, handing the pill to Karen. Karen went to the kitchen, getting a glass
of water, downing the pill. She had a feeling no matter how upset Kenny was
going to be when he found out what they did. Karen knew this would happen
again. Because if a person does something once they can do it again.
“So how did it feel?” Kenny's dad asked. Kenny arched a brow, looking at him.
“How did it feel popping your sweet, innocent little sisters cherry?” Kenny's
fist met his dads jaw imminently after the words left his dads mouth. He didn't
care how hard he was beaten there was no way in hell he was letting that sick
man talk about Karen like that. He felt bad about what he had done. He stole
his sisters virginity. That night he was beat severely but he never regretted
that punch.
Karen was right about it happening again. Their parents knew, father even made
Kenny touch Karen. It kept their dad off of her so Kenny did it. He most the
time would finger her while their father watched. Jacking off to the sight of
his kids fucking. Their mother didn't watch, had no interests. She was training
Karen to be good at give pleasure. There were times when she would dress Karen
in lace or leather. She would tell her to have sex with Kenny, to make him
happy as she always said. Sometimes Karen was drunk, sometimes she was aware of
what was going on. Kenny liked it better when she was drunk. She didn't
remember him all over her. In her. The sickest thing is she thought this was
normal. No matter how much Kenny said it, it was stuck in her this is how
family is. The one thing that help Kenny sleep at night was knowing through all
this Karen never changed. She was still sweet, bubbly. She was a princess,
truly. He wished he could get her out. To save her. Some guardian angle he was.
He heard Karen in her room and sighed. It was time for him to let her practice.
He walked off to her room, silently swearing to himself he would save Karen.
Somehow, someway.
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