The Stepchild
I must have been born under an unlucky star. I was an only child because I had
torn up Mom so bad in childbirth she couldn't have another. If the guilt from
that wasn't bad enough she died of ovarian cancer when I was ten. Naturally I
thought that was my fault too and was heartbroken.
Daddy tried to console me and that made me transfer all my love to him. I really
tried to replace Mom. I kept the house clean and washed his clothes but
unfortunately I couldn't cook worth a damn. I went on the simple philosophy that
"If you can't fry it. Fuck it."
Daddy didn't even wait a full year before he started dating. I was really
disappointed with him but when I complained he said that both of us needed a
woman around the house and that he needed to get married.
At first it was not a threat he just went out with bimbos for one night stands
but then he brought home a woman and made a big deal out of introducing her and
said he hoped we would get along. I hated her on sight. She was not like Mom at
all. My Mom was one of those supermoms like Mrs Cleaver in Nickleodian while
this broad reminded me of the woman in Fatal Attraction. She was polite but I
could tell she didn't like me either.
It got serious really fast. By the fourth date she was sleeping with him and I
would sneak downstairs to hear them squealing like pigs in his bedroom. I was
disgusted with him. How could he put her in the same bed he had spent so much
time in with Mom?
I was also jealous. Strange things were happening to my body. The peach fuzz on
my vagina began to grow and I was the only girl in the seventh grade with
boobies. Boys were staring at me and the girls were teasing me to make me feel
really abnormal and I wished Mom was back so I could talk to her about it. I
tried to talk to Dad but he just got embarrassed and said he would find me a
book to explain everything but he never did.
Then I discovered something else. While standing nude in front of my mirror to
feel my new boobs and inspect my vagina I discovered a little nubbin at the top
of my slit that really felt good to rub with my finger. I laid on my bed to rub
more and to my delight felt excitement rushing through my body that ended with
this great feeling of release.
Thank God that fall the school started a sex education program. It explained my
changes although I was a little ahead of time and also explained the nubbin I
had found was called the clitoris and was the main erogenous zone in girls.
I stayed after class and in spite of my embarrassment since I had no mother I
told Mrs Blondin I had discovered my clitoris and wondered if it hurt anything
to caress it
To my great relief she just chuckled and said, "No dear it won't hurt anything.
What you have discovered is called masturbation and it is quite normal fo girls
to do it. Naturally you should be discreet. Just do it in private, not in the
classroom." She laughed and hugged me and I felt really relieved that I would
not have to stop doing it.
Then she got serious and opened her book to a picture of an open vagina. She
pointed to a spot inside it and said, "This is your hymen. It is easily torn and
when torn you will no longer be technically a virgin so you should not put
anything bigger than your finger inside. Okay?"
Mom had been proud of the fact that she was a virgin when she married Dad so I
understood.
I got into the habit of doing it every night since it not only felt good but
took my mind off my problems and as an added benefit made me sleep good.
Then Dad said he was taking the family out to dinner. I hardly thought of her as
"Family" but when we met her at a fancy restaurant I understood. She had two
boys with her about thirteen and fourteen she intoduced as Matt and Josh. I
immediately thought of the "Brady Bunch" but these guys weren't like the nice
Brady boys at all. All through dinner they stared at my boobs with the nipples
making points in the silk blouse Dad had bought me. I was really embarrassed and
averted my eyes as I wished I had gotten around to getting a bra.
To my chagrin Dad stood up to say, "I am proud to announce Rachel has aceepted
my offer of marriage. He gave her a big diamond ring and she stood up to kiss
him in front of all the people in the restaurant. I could have died of
embarrasment I shrunk down in my chair while she ground her big tits into his
chest.
On the way home he said, "We are flying to Vegas Tomorrow to be married. You
will have fun. There is a swimnming pool at the motel and a lot of the videogame
places you like. You can even see a Circus!"
I was not impressed. Dad? Do you have to marry her? I don't like her and she
doesn't like me. Couldn't you find someone more like Mom?"
"Oh Honey don't be silly. It is natural for you to be a little jealous. She
thinks you are pretty, she is a good cook, and now you will have someone to talk
to about your changing body."
I just sat there pouting. Fat chance I was going to discuss my body with her!
Vegas was fun at first. I really enjoyed the circus at Circus Circus and went
through gobs of quarters at the video games but when we decided to swim at the
motel pool the boys spent all their time staring at girls in tiny bikinis and
teased me about my one piece suit with the ruffles at the bottom and top that
helped hide me.
To my chagrin Rachel agreed with them! She turned to Dad and said, "You know
that suit is a little childish for such a grownup girl. I think I will take her
shopping for one more suitable."
I could hardly believe it when Dad said, "Yeah I guess you are right. I don't
see a girl over six with one like hers."
I whined, Dad! Those girls are practically naked. I would be embarrassed."
"Oh don't be silly.You should be embarrassed by the childish suit. Bikinis hide
all the important parts."
Rachel said, "Good. Come on Allene. we are going shopping."
We didn't have to go far. There was a boutique in the casino. She picked out a
tiny white bikini and led me in to a dressing room to try it on. I turned my
back to her to try it on but it didn't help much since I was facing a mirror.
It was tiny! the bottom was cut in a vee that nearly reached my pubic bone and
no matter how I pulled at the seat about half my buns showed. The top was little
too. Even though my boobs were only about 33B in order to cover the lower curve
of my breasts my little pink nipples were barely covered and she tightened the
back strap to make them balloon over the top.
I looked in the mirror wondering how anyone could go out in public in this when
she suddenly scooped up my old suit and said, "Fine. The boys will love it."
She went out the door to pay for it while I huddled in the dressing room. She
came back to grab my arm and drag me past all the people in the casino towards
the pool. I thought I would die of embarrassment as men stared .
As soon as we were back to our chaise lounges I grabbed a towel to hide myself
but not in time to avoid the whistle from Matt and the applause from Josh. I
looked at Dad for help but he juat said, "Wow. You are pretty."
I laid down and pulled the towel over me like a blanket blushing furiously.
Just as I was beginning to relax Rachel jerked the towel off me and said, "Go
swimming. That is why I bought the suit."
I thought the water would hide me and ran as fast as I could to jump into the
water and stand in it up to my neck.
She let me get away with it for awhile then stood up holding my towel open as if
to wrap around me and said, "Okay. Enough swimming. Our appointment to be
married is in an hour and we have to dress for it."
I walked out of the pool at the stairs and then almost died when Dad said,
"Jesus! That white suit is transparent when wet. I can see her pink nipples. You
are going to have to sew a pad under it."
I ran for the towel but couldn't escape the boys staring eyes and their leers.
The wedding cereemony in a little chapel was over in a few moments but I felt
sick knowing her and her nasty boys would be living with us from then on.
The next morning I dressed in a sweater and skirt that hid me from my neck to my
knees. There was no way I was going swimming again. I was watching "Leave it to
Beaver" on Nicklodian when there was a knock on my door.
Matt was standing there and handed me a twenty dollar bill saying , "Here. They
must have fucked their brains out. They are staying in bed. They gave us twenty
apiece to eat and play games. They don't want to be disturbed."
I thought he was really gross to say that and the thought of their naked bodies
doing the things described in sex ed made me queasy.
We had breakfast and then Josh said, "Let's go swimmin." There was no way I was
going to make a spectacle of myself so I said I would rather play video games.
They left me to change to go to the pool to stare at the girls while I plugged
quarter after quarter in video games until I got bored and just walked around
window shopping at all the boutiques. I saw tons of tiny bikinis like mine and
a bunch of filmy underclothes and began to wonder if I was overly modest. A lot
of girls must wear that stuff or else they would not have so much of it.
That evening they paged us to come to their room and we went to dinner and a
show. No-one seemed shocked at all to see all the girls on stage with bare boobs
but I was blushing imagining myself up on that stage. We went to bed after that
and to my surprise imagining myself on the stage with all the applause excited
me enough to play with myself until I had a nice orgasm.
A few days later at lunch Josh dropped a plate of food on the rug. Rachel went
nuts. She screamed at him for ruining the rug although I knew it could easily be
cleaned and told him to get the strap. He was whimpering as he trudged off to
his room and tears were flowing when he returned to hand her a leather strap
about three inches wide and two feeet long.
In spite of me standing there she made him take down his jeans and shorts to
lean over the dining room table. I had never seen a boy's penis before except in
pen and ink drawings. It was dangling between his legs lying on his scrotum.
Inconguously I wondered how that could be pushed into a vagina to make a baby.
She began hitting his buns! They flattened and bounced back as red wide stripes
appeared while he howled and she didn't quit until he was red from the upper
curve to his upper thighs and he was bawling like crazy.
When she quit he obviously cared less about modesty as he straightened up to rub
his buns as he continued to cry until she finally gave him a hug and said,
"Okay. Go take a cool shower to stop the burn. You will be good now. Won't you?"
He blubbered "Yes. Yes! I promise." and began moving toward the stairs pulling
up his pants as he went."
I was totally shocked and when Dad came home I mixed his drink as always and
cuddled in his lap to say softly, "Rachel is a monster! She beat poor Josh's
butt with a leather strap just for spilling his plate."
"Well they are her kids and I guess she must have learned that was the way to
handle them."
"Yeah but what if she wants to spank me?"
"You are a good girl. You aren't going to do anything to deserve a spanking are
you?"
I said, "No." but I was worried he had not ruled out the possibility."
A few days later She came out of their room and said, "Your Dad and I are going
dancing. How do you like my little black dress?"
It was awful! The hem barely covered her butt and it had a vee front that bared
all her cleavage and reached almost to her belly button.
I said honestly, "You look like a whore."
She got instant mad and slapped my face. Hard! hard enough to make me see stars.
I ran off to lock myself in my room bawling like crazy. I had to get even with
her!"
By the time Dad got home the red on my cheek had faded so I decided it was best
not to tell him about the slap since I would also have to admit I called her a
whore.
He loved the damn dress saying, The hell with dinner. I want to take you to a
restaurant before the dance to show you off."
Granted the dress was no more revealing than the dresses actresses wore to the
Academy Awards but she was no movie star.
I watched TV with the boys for awhile but their constant staring at my boobs
under my t-shirt embarrassed me and I went to my room to play on my computer
until it was time to shower.
I was washing my hair with my eyes closed when I heard a chuckle. I wiped my
eyes with a washcloth and turned to see both boys staring at my nude body and
giggling. I tried to open the door to kill them but they easily held it closed
and I realised they were enjoying watching me struggle so I huddled in the tub
to hide myself. They finally tired of just seeing my back and the top of my buns
and left.
I dried quickly then put on my robe and rushed down to scream, "You bastards! I
am going to tell Dad and he will kill you!"
They weren't even embarrassed! Matt just said, "Bullshit. If you didn't want us
to watch you would have locked the door."
I was flabbergasted. I had always locked the door because Dad had told me to so
he wouldn't walk in on me. I had no idea why I hadn't locked it this time. I
sputtered a little and said lamely "Well you still shouldn't have done it.It
wasn't nice."
I got dressed and waited up for them even though they did not get home until
after twelve. I wnt down to hug Dad and said, "Her rotten boys peeked at me
while I was taking a shower."
They had both been drinking and she just giggled and said, "Boy's just barge
into the bathroom when they have to pee. You should have locked the door."
Dad agreed with her! He said, "I told you to lock the bathroom door. You are
going to have to get used to boys being around. They never knock."
I went back to my room thoroughly disgusted they did not understand my terrible
embarrassment. I was especially mad at her.
End part one
