Jennifer's New Family

Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year

Part 1

Jennifer Lyons finished toweling off from her afternoon shower, her skin pink and fresh. She spent several more minutes styling a drying her blonde hair, then leaned in toward the mirror to apply mascara, liner and shadow to her blue eyes. She dusted some blush on her high cheeks and finished with an application of glossy pink paint on her full lips. She stepped back to examine herself in the full-length mirror, nodding with approval at the makeup, but frowning a little at the few telltale welts and bruises that marked her otherwise perfect fifteen-year-old body.

She applied a bit of makeup to a particularly dark bruise near the nipple of her left breast to hide it as best she could. Her thoughts returned to the day just over a year ago when a boy had seen her breasts for the very first time. Her step brother Tommy had crept into her room at night and harshly assaulted her, ripping away her flimsy nightclothes. She smiled vaguely at the memory. It had been a horrifying experience at the time, but now she looked back on it fondly, regarding her reaction with the same sort of self-condescension as one remembering the terror of their first roller-coaster ride. Her life had been forever changed in just a few short, whirlwind days as her new family beat and raped her into the girl she remained to this day.

Satisfied the bruise was hidden as best as she could make it, she gently tweaked her pink nipples into erection, the aureolas puffed and swollen as well. She let her right hand trail down her slim tummy to the velvety soft mound between her slightly spread legs. She caressed gently for a moment, discovering by touch that there was only the acceptable level of stubble there and she would not have to shave her pussy this afternoon to avoid having it beaten with a leather strap. The shaving from her morning shower was still sufficient.

With one final, critical look at herself, she decided she was properly made up and fit to be seen by her step-brothers and step-father when they came in from the farm chores. Jennifer left the bathroom, a special room that had been made as part of a general redesign of the house almost six months ago. It was the "cunt bathroom," reserved for her and her mother Maryjane's use. It was strategically placed with the master bedroom along one wall, and the three boys' rooms on each of the other three walls. The cunt bathroom could only be accessed by entering the closet of one of the bedrooms and slipping through a hidden door. Additionally, there were floor-to-ceiling windows with one-way mirrors set in each of the four walls. All the men had to do was slide back a section of wall, and they had an unobstructed view of whomever happened to be inside it, without the occupants' knowledge. The women knew about the hidden windows, of course, but could never be sure when they might be spied upon.

The teen girl exited the bathroom into the master bedroom, the first time she'd been in the room that day. On a small table near the large bay window that dominated the expansive room, she found as usual two small piles of neatly folded clothing. That represented the choice she was given of what she might wear. Both piles were new clothes, and folded she could ascertain little of what they were. She had to pick one, without knowing for sure what the clothes looked like. If the pile she had not chosen was found to be disturbed in any way, she could be certain of punishment. Biting her lower lip softly, she tried to decide which outfit would be best and eventually decided to go with the pile that included a top of light blue material that matched her eyes.

Jennifer took the selected pile and laid it on the bed, and lifted the panties up first, unfolding them and holding them out. As usual, they were bikini style, and pink. For the most part the men preferred bikini to thongs, at least for every day wear. These were particularly low-cut and tied on the hips. She stepped into them and pulled them up her shapely legs. The French cut scooped low in front, so low that they only barely reached the top of her young, smooth slit. In back a good inch of her ass crack was visible. She smiled again and rubbed her pussy lightly once more, dampening the thin material with the slight moisture from her sex.

Turning back to the folded clothes, she saw there was no bra available for her today. She held up the powder blue top, shaking it as it unfolded. Spaghetti straps, a deep scoop neckline, the hem three inches under the bust. She pulled it over her head and tugged it down. It fit tight, the thin material clinging like a second skin. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined as it molded itself perfectly to the shape of her 32-B breasts. It was a look that almost begged for hands to close over her young boobs, and she blushed with pleasant thoughts at the prospect. Finally she picked up the last article of clothing, a miniskirt that flared out, the thin material seeming to float. She slipped this on as well, pulling up the zipper, and twisted her hips, watching the skirt seem to float around her upper thighs.

There were no shoes today, so she ran her hands down her outfit to smooth it out and left the large room for the kitchen. There was only 45 minutes to go until the men would be ready for supper, and she'd better have it ready to go when they wanted. She hurried lightly down the stares and began to fry up some large steaks. While fixing up mashed potatoes, she thought about her clothes with mixed emotions, and not for the first time. Not the appearance of the clothes - she loved how they looked and felt on her. But the fact that she was wearing them at all. For the first several weeks after she'd succumbed to the sexual slavery of her new family, she was allowed to wear nothing at all when she wasn't at school. It made her feel cheap and dirty, and she enjoyed it.

But it was also true that over the course of time, she began to feel less and less conscious of her nudity. It began to cease to be shocking or daring, or even embarrassing. And by the same token, the men too began to grow used to the sight of the naked girls, and the sheer thrill of seeing them unclothed was slowly being deadened. Jennifer realized that, despite all the crass motivations of the men in the household, they were really very wise. They recognized that the thrill of having sex slaves was slowly dwindling, and they recognized much of the reason for it. So they began to insist that the Jennifer and her mother dress again. But only in clothes that they themselves picked out. Soon everyone in the family discovered that girls dressed like sluts were far more entertaining to watch and much more easily humiliated than girls who are constantly naked.

The dinner table was set, and Jennifer was just setting the steaks and potatoes on the platter when the door swung open. Her step-father John entered, a tall, muscular man and very handsome, with Jason, the oldest of his sons, and the twins Tommy and Tony behind. The teen girl's heart skipped a beat as she turned to greet them with a smile. She could never be sure when they might find the slightest excuse to punish her. If her collar was bent, or the tablecloth uneven - anything was reason if these men were of a mind to beat her. Sometimes they did it only because they enjoyed it.

But she looked at the faces of the men and could see in their smiles that there was no punishment imminent today. She ran to John and threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, the top of her head not quite reaching his collar bone. "Hello sir!" she said as he patted her bottom, squeezing the left cheek. "Welcome home!" John, like the other boys, was sweaty and hot from a hard afternoon working in the fields and pastures, but she didn't mind. It just meant another shower, probably a shared one this time. As her step-father relaxed his hold of her, Jennifer slipped away and approached Jason, hugging him as well. "Hello sir!" she said brightly. Jason grinned and helped himself to a feel of his step-sister's ass as well. "Thanks cunt," he replied, kissing her hotly as she lifted her face to his. Then she moved on to the twins, but kept her hands clasped behind her this time. They had a different preference for a greeting. Pulling her shoulders back and thrusting her firm breasts out as far as she could, she said brightly, with the same happy smile on her face, "Welcome home sirs!" Tommy and Tony laughed softly and each reached out a hand to clutch at a breast, squeezing and rolling them firmly as she stood meekly before them, blushing as her nipples stiffened once more under the thin blouse.

The men sat around the table as the girl served them, putting steaming steaks and piles of potatoes on each of their plates in turn. As she finished filling each mans plate, she asked pleasantly, "Your guess sir?" And each of the men responded with a simple number. "Three." "Two and a half." "Five." "Five and a half." Then, spinning on her heel so that her miniskirt floated up daringly, she went to a laptop computer on the counter, turned it so all could see the screen, and started a video. Soon in full screen, high definition, Jennifer herself appeared, lying naked on Tommy's bed (she had no bed of her own), and she looked directly at the camera, spreading her legs, her hands hovering over her pussy. "OK," her voice came over the computer speakers. "Start....now!"

The real Jennifer had a stopwatch in her hand by now and she punched the button to start it going. At the same moment, the Jennifer on the screen thrust her hands between her legs and began rubbing at her pussy in rapid, firm, circular strokes. Soon she was moaning and her young hips were undulating slowly up and down. The real Jennifer, standing beside the screen, blushed deeply, embarrassed as all the men watched. This was one thing that still hadn't lost its punch to her. In moments the girl on the computer screen was crying out. "Yes! Oh yes it's going to happen soon! Oh yes! Oh I feel so hot and slutty! Oh God!" Jennifer blushed deeper with every word her recording spoke, but she didn't move. Then men's eyes flickered between the screen and herself, enjoying her humiliation. On the screen, Jennifer's fingers plunged into her pussy, and she started fucking herself hard, rubbing her clit with her thumb, every detail of her movements captured in crystal clear high definition. Then the recording howled out "Yes! Now! Oh God now! Oh yes!"

Jennifer punched the button on the stopwatch and read out the time. "Three minutes, twenty-one seconds," she said. "Jason was closest." She walked over to Jason's seat and knelt on his right, facing him. "May I join you sir?" she said to the winner of the bizarre contest. Jason nodded his agreement with a grin, and Jennifer stood up and sat down in his lap. As he immediately lifted her skirt and shoved a hand under her panties, Jennifer began cutting his steak and feeding her step-brother. Every third or fourth bite Jason told her she could have herself, and that constituted her own dinner. The other men discussed the day's events casually while the girl squirmed in Jason's lap with growing passion, but she dared not allow herself to have an orgasm.

After dinner was over, Jennifer put the dishes into the dishwasher and generally cleaned up the kitchen. Then she returned to the family room, swinging her hips a little and with her hands clasped behind her. A glance at the clock told her that her mother would be home any moment. At her husband's command, Maryjane had found a new job at one of the local strip clubs dancing. Although thirty-three years old, Maryjane still had a body that could compete with any girl in her early twenties. "Is there any way I can entertain you tonight?" she asked the men. Tony wasted no time replying. "Show your panties!"

Jennifer blushed. It really was effective to allow her to wear clothes. She still got a little thrill out of showing off like this. She lifted her skirt high, and the men's eyes leered at her tiny panties, a dark damp spot caused by all of Jason's groping between her soft legs. "You hot fuck toy!" Tony said with a chuckle. Jennifer nodded. "Yes sir. Thank you all for this outfit. It's very pretty and sexy, and I love wearing it!"

It was then that Maryjane Lyons-Davis came in the door behind her daughter. She saw her daughter showing her underwear and smiled approvingly. She herself was dressed not much differently in a micro-skirt and halter top, along with four-inch pumps. She was heavily made-up and still had glitter clinging to exposed parts of her body from her stage make-up. Pausing only a moment to admire her daughter, she hurried over to John in his favorite chair and knelt in front of him. She leaned forward, kissing the fly of his jeans with genuine devotion, and then lifted up her hands to him, holding a large stack of bills. "For you Master," she said. "Two hundred and fifty three dollars."

John took the money his wife had earned and nodded approvingly. "Nice. You must have shook that ass well tonight, bitch. You did well."

Maryjane blushed, looking down and her blonde hair hiding her face for a moment. "Thank you Master," she replied, and kissed his fly again.

John nodded again, but his voice growled. "Cut that crap and suck my cock, you whore." Maryjane, trying to put out of her mind the innumerable lap dances she'd performed over the last six hours, eagerly opened her husband's jeans and, in full view of the children, began to suck on his enormous erection. Across the room, meanwhile, the boys were closing around Jennifer, hands reaching for her, lifting her top and slapping her ass. It was going to be a typical night in the Davis household, Maryjane thought as she caught, out of the corner of her eye, the vision of the boys pushing her daughter back over the coffee table, her clothes pulled aside and her legs wide.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. All movement and sound in the house immediately stopped for one horrifying moment. It was rare to have visitors here, at least unannounced visitors. The boys scowled as they stood up and and pulled up their zippers. John grunted in frustration as he slapped Maryjane's face. "Get up! Straighten yourself up. Answer the door!" Maryjane obeyed immediately. No one had given Jennifer orders, but she stood up, a little weak in the knees and dazed with the growing lust that always accompanied the perverted attention of her step-brothers. She shook her head to bring herself around, and she straightened up her clothes, pulling her panties back up since they had been tugged down around one ankle.

Maryjane, fluffing her hair and trying to breathe normally, went to the door and, with one backward glance to make sure everything was in order, opened the door as Jennifer and John move up behind her. Two people stood on the stoop outside. A gorgeous blonde woman of about thirty and a cute, perky red-haired girl John guessed to be thirteen.

"Hi sis," said the young woman to Maryjane with a smile that was both slightly embarrassed and pleading. "Can we stay here for a few days?