Jennifer's New Family

Part 2

"I had to leave him MJ. I had to get out of there. I especially had to get Chelsea out of there."

Maryjane Lyons-Davis listened to her younger sister with only half of her attention. Her mind wandered to a myriad of problems that she could foresee would disrupt her entire world in the next two hours if she didn't think of something quickly. Jennifer, under direction from John, had taken Chelsea outside to play. He had also had some whispered words with the boys, who had disappeared downstairs and had not been seen since. But Melinda wanted to stay here, in this house, for a few days at least with her daughter. Maryjane was terrified at the thought. Even one day, one night in this house, would raise questions she couldn't answer. Why didn't Jennifer have a bedroom? Where did she sleep? How could she explain that her daughter took turns sleeping with each of her stepbrothers. Goodness, even clothing was a serious issue.

She had noticed the curious look that Melinda had already given her. The hint of glitter still covered her body, much of which was exposed since she wore so little in the way of garments. She hadn't asked her directly about it yet, but her blue eyes spoke volumes. Maryjane simply pretended not to notice, delaying the inevitable for as long as possible.

"Frank has always been a little rough around the edges, you know that," Melinda was continuing. "When I first met him that was part of his charm I suppose." Her voice took on a wispy, though sad, tone as she reflected back over the years. Maryjane knew there was a lot of regret within those memories. Melinda had caused something of a scandal in the family when she announced in tears that she was pregnant at only 16. The father, Frank Jurgens, was just out of college, but there was nothing that could be done to him legally. Melinda had reached the age of consent. In the weeks before the rushed marriage, the sisters had discussed him in the darkness of the bedroom they shared, their words floating quietly between the twin beds. Maryjane discovered that he hit her occasionally, but Melinda insisted she still loved him. One secret that never traveled to her sister's ears was that on more than one occasion Frank had taken advantage of a moment alone with Maryjane to grope her, despite her protests. He only snickered when she pushed his hand away from her firm breast, or twisted out of the way of the hand that gripped her between her legs.

"I've always accepted his ways, I guess. He's a man after all, and there's something I always secretly found thrilling about strength, but frightening too. I won't lie, I've thought about leaving him before, but I never had the courage. But last week...last week..." Melinda looked away and shuddered violently, shaking her head.

Dimly, Maryjane was aware that her sister was about to tell her something terribly important. Something she should pay close attention to. Her sister needed help. She should be prepared to give it. But what help could she give? What could she do before her sister discovered her dark secret, that she was a sex slave to her own husband. Worse, her own daughter was as well. Her pussy tingled as she recalled that at this very time yesterday she was lying on the kitchen table with Jennifer, both of them naked, licking each other's sex voraciously as the men of the house sat around the table, watching, grinning, and commenting. She shook her head, trying to return her attention back to her sister's plight.

"He beat her, MJ!" Melinda cried out in a sotto voce whisper. John was in the next room, giving the women some privacy, acting like the courteous host, and the 31-year-old woman did not want him to hear. "I mean, not like he used to do to me...nothing like that. But in some ways worse. My god MJ, Chelsea's only just turned thirteen. And on her birthday he...he spanked her. He said it was just a joke, a birthday spanking. But she was in tears, and not just because it hurt her. He...he did it bare bottom. Oh God." Melinda paused, dropping her had to bury her face in her hands. Maryjane saw her sister's shoulders shudder as she tried to control herself. She put out a sympathetic hand to her shoulder, a pointless gesture but she could think of nothing else to do. At last Melinda regained some composure and looked up again, though not quite looking into her sister's eyes. "Sometimes we...." Her face turned a bright red in an embarrassed flush. "Sometimes we play like that, Frank and me. You know...naughty schoolgirl. He still likes to think of me that way I think, like a cheerleader fantasy. And sometimes he likes, you know, spanking me. It was like that with Chelsea. It was the same game, MJ. The same! With his own daughter. It's just...he didn't have sex with her. But I should have done something. I should have stopped it, but I didn't know how. But I finally found the courage to pack up and leave. Yesterday."

Maryjane squeezed her sister's shoulder. She should say something comforting, she knew it. But all she could think of was the damn glitter sparkling on her outstretched arm. Suddenly she felt something he hadn't felt in months. Genuine shame. She'd been embarrassed often enough, almost daily, in the past year, but actual shame she hadn't felt for a long time. She felt it now, here in the presence of her sister crying out to her for help, and yet she could barely think straight for fear of her own dark secrets being revealed. "You did the right thing Mel," she tried to assure her. "You did the right thing."

The boys returned up from the basement. The crossed the room as they went to the next, smiling amiably on their way to see their father. As they gathered around the chair where he said, speaking with him in low voices, Melinda's eyes followed them carefully. "Do you know how they look at you?" she said unexpected. "I just saw them. It was...I don't know. I just wonder if, well, I don't want to preach or anything, but do you think maybe your clothes are not quite...appropriate? And what's with the glitter?" All these things were said but Melinda's eyes never left the three large, strong, handsome boys.

Maryjane swallowed. There it was - the question she feared. She put on a smile. It was forced and awkward, and she knew it. "You know," she told her sister. "You have games you play with your husband. I do too." A weak explanation. She attempted to strengthen it. "When you came, well, it sort of caught us off guard." She grinned awkwardly again and shrugged her shoulders.

Melinda blushed again, flustered and embarrassed. "Oh my God! Oh, I'm so sorry! Oh my God!" Maryjane shook her head, dismissing the apologies and was about to say something to put her mind at ease. But at that moment she caught movement from the next room again, and turned her head just in time to see the three boys heading out the front door of the house. Jennifer and Chelsea were out there. Maryjane's heart caught in her throat, suddenly pounding with something near panic. Ironic, she thought, that only an hour ago the thought of her daughter sexually servicing those three made her swell with a kind of pride. But now....She glanced up at John, who in turned smiled and winked. But what did that quizzical expression mean? Was he attempting to reassure her that her sister and neice were safe? Or that he had designs on them.

John hauled himself out of his chair and approached the two women seated near each other, all smiles. "The boys and I have been talking," he said, coming up behind Maryjane and resting a hand on her shoulder, squeezing firmly. "We certainly can't turn you out in your hour of need." Maryjane's heart rate quickened further. "You and Chelsea are certainly welcome to stay here as long as you need to," he added, ignoring the sharp look his wife gave him. "I'm afraid we don't have much in the way of spare beds, however. If it's acceptable to you, we can have Chelsea share Jennifer's bed downstairs in her room, and you can sleep in Jason's room. Jason will gladly take the couch for as long as you need."

Maryjane's mind whirled. Jennifer's room? She hadn't had a room of her own in almost a year! But she knew far better than to contradict her husband. Her heart sank. There was little doubt in her mind that he had more in mind than generosity to her beautiful sister. She looked at Melinda again, who was smiling gratefully up at John. She looked very much like she herself did, very slim, lovely firm breasts, straight white teeth. Exactly the sort that would attract John. She shuddered inwardly, wondering what she had gotten her little sister into, and frantically trying to work out in her mind how she could get her sister out of the predicament. Then another thought returned to her, even more terrifying. What were the boys preparing for with Jennifer and Chelsea?

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Jennifer sighed, wishing silently she had an off-switch for her ears. She was sitting on a log near the barn, Chelsea sitting close beside her. She knew better than to take the girl inside the barn. The men had long ago converted it into a playroom of sorts, where they could amuse themselves by watching herself and her mother suffering in some relentless machine designed to torment, stimulate and humiliate them. She had learned to tell when she could expect a new ordeal there. The men, usually the sons, would hole up in the barn for hours a day. Hammering and welding could be heard from within, often engines would be fired up, and then they would come out, laughing and slapping each other on the back. Then Jennifer and her mother would be led naked to the barn, usually with their hands bound, hearts pounding with the fear and uncertainty of what awaited them. One of them would watch while the other was strapped in place, spread and vulnerable, and the entertainment of the men and the misery of the women would begin. She'd had no idea how many different painful sensations the nipples and pussy could experience. She never would have imagined how much she could crave that pain.

The men kept the devices well hidden in a locked room in the back corner of the barn. One never knew when unexpected visitors would come calling. She began to think of a recent device that hand clamped and stretched her inner labia, and felt her inner labia swelling with the memory, but the jangling voice of her young cousin intruded on her consciousness once again.

"Have you ever like kissed a boy?" she said. "Oh my gawd, I've never but I want to sooooo bad! I think it would be so awesome! Once I went to the lake with some boys and my parents didn't know and there wasn't any place to change into a swimming suit and there was like 10 of us, six boys and four girls. And we all had to change into our suits like totally out the open. We girls had to change behind a tree one at a time while the rest made sure the boys weren't looking, but secretly I kinda wished they would look!" She gasped with exaggerated shock at herself. Jennifer thought it was remarkable because it was the first time since meeting Chelsea that she could recall seeing the girl breathe. "I think it would be so awesome to like get caught naked by accident, you know? I mean, nothing happening or anything. I'm not ready for that I know. Just having a guy, you know, catch me naked by accident? Has that ever happened to you? You're really pretty. I bet loads of guys want to see you naked!" She laughed and laughed at her own scandalous statement.

Jennifer was actually considering answering the question just to get a break from Chelsea's jangling voice. It was true that boys were taking a lot more interest in her this year. Partly it was because her body was continuing to develop. It wouldn't be long, she hoped, before she was a C cup. But she knew that mostly it was because she dressed sexier than any other girl in school now. She wore push-up bras that were even more embarrassing than no bra at all, since they emphasized her breasts so much. She was given thin blouses to wear, short skirts, and always showed as much skin as she could get away with in school. On top of that, everyone knew of course that her mother worked as a stripper, and she, as her daughter, took a lot of teasing on that account, especially since she practically dressed like a stripper herself. She'd been asked out a lot, but her stepbrothers wouldn't allow her to date yet. She didn't really mind. She had four wonderful cocks that were regularly fed to her anyway.

"Well actually, you know what?" Chelsea leaned in, speaking quietly, conspiratorially now, looking around as if the farmyard was crowded with people that might overhear. "Something sorta did happen that day at the lake. I was swimming, and kinda by myself y'know? And a guy swum close to me and he was really cute and tall and he put his arms around me from the back and carried me into water a little deeper so he could still stand on the ground but I couldn't. And then he put his hands on my boobies, but under the water so nobody could see. And I told him not to but I was afraid to scream or anything cause I didn't want anybody else to know, and then you know what he did? He totally felt between my legs! I mean, just over my suit but totally felt me up! And he wouldn't let me go and I couldn't get away and he just kept touching me, like rubbing you know? And I was so scared but totally getting turned on!"

Jennifer thought it sounded kind of nice, but she didn't believe it had really happened. This little twit would never have gotten turned on all of a sudden like that. Jennifer was certain it was just a fantasy Chelsea had made up, probably in bed that night as she rubbed herself and pretended it was a boy doing it. She sighed again, dreaming of getting away and suck Jason's cock. But her young cousin just kept jabbering at her in a high-pitched voice that was really starting to get on her nerves.

"Do you like to dress like that? I wish I had clothes that were that sexy, but mom would totally ground me for life. Do you know that your nips show through? Oh my gawd, I bet your step brothers even look at you! Eeewww!" She giggled and giggled, slapping her thigh.

"Yeah we do sometimes."

The deep voice was quiet, but its effect was like a rifle shot. The two girls whipped around and looked behind them. There was Jason and the twins standing casually behind them, grinning. "Jen's a hot, sexy girl," Jason continued. "We like that she dresses nice and sexy. And you like it too, don't you Jennifer?"

Jennifer nodded, swallowing hard. Normally she would have been thrilled by the nearness of the boys, but with Chelsea around she was off her guard. She didn't know what they planned, but she was scared of revealing too much to her cousin about her home life. For some reason, as irritating as Chelsea was, she injected a sense of normalcy back into Jennifer's life that she'd all but forgotten about, and she found her stomach getting a little queasy from nervous anticipation. Chelsea, in the meantime, looked like a frightened rabbit, not knowing how much of her risque conversation they'd overheard, and her cheek flushed a bright pink as the three men circled around the girls, sitting down close beside them, the twins on either side of Chelsea and Jason beside Jennifer.

"Oh my gawd!" squealed Chelsea, biting her lip as Tony and Tommy sat close on either side, their bodies pressing against hers. "Oh my gawd," she repeated. "How long have you guys been there!?

Tommy grinned, draping an arm around Chelsea's shoulders as she swallowed and a tinge of fear colored the expression of uncertainty and embarrassment on her face. "Long enough," he said. "Long enough to hear how you like having your boobies felt." The men chuckled as Tommy used the ridiculous term. As Chelsea's face turns a deep scarlet with embarrassment, Tony added, "You dress pretty nice too. I like your taste in clothes." He ran his fingers down the girl's thigh, over the denim skirt she wore, while Tommy was squeezing her shoulder, the motion pulling her pink blouse further to the side until the ball of her shoulder was exposed and the white strap of her bra.

Chelsea's face dissolved into a panicked expression as she squirmed between them. Jennifer just averted her gaze, not knowing what to do. Arguing with the boys was something that no longer even occurred to her, yet she felt sorry for her young cousin. Instead she simply folded her hands into her lap and pressed her body against Jason, trying to ignore everything.

"Guys...guys stop it! I didn't mean it! I just made it up!" Chelsea was squealing in a tiny voice as she protested, unable to get away. She tried standing but Tommy kept her pinned down. Tony, meanwhile, had slipped his fingers under the hem of her skirt and was pushing it up her smooth thighs, spreading his fingers across her flesh as he moved his hand slowly higher. "You got nice legs," he said, and Chelsea only squeezed her legs together. "Let's see those legs."

Chelsea's green eyes went wide as panic gave way to terror. "Stop it! You can't! Jen make them stop! Tell them to stop!" Instinctively, without thinking, Chelsea acted reflexively, lifting her hand and swinging it harder than she would have thought possible, her palm connecting solidly with Tony's cheek.

Jennifer gasped, trembling against Jason. "Guys...guys you shouldn't. Not her!" It was as close as she could bring herself to making a protest. She almost offered them her own body instead, but making such an offer in front of Chelsea was something she still couldn't bring herself to do. And she saw the blazing anger in Tony's eyes, and could do no more than turn her head and bury her eyes in Jason's shoulder. Jason only grinned.

"Now that," Tony said as he looked at little Chelsea, his cheek reddening, "wasn't nice. I think you'll have to be punished for that." Tommy nooded his agreement. Jennifer swallowed. Punishment in this family could mean so many things. She looked around. They were out of sight of the house. On a hot day like this the house was closed up. No one inside would hear anything from this distance. There was nothing to stop the boys from doing anything.

The twins looked at each other and nodded once over the head of the squirming girl between them. Tommy shifted his tight grip on her slightly, and bent her forward at the waist. She squealed in protest but could not fight the strong men. Then he twisted her body around and to the side, and before she knew it she was over Tony's lap, her bottom thrust up into the air like a little girl ready for a spanking. Tony clamped a hand down over the back of her neck to hold her in place while Tommy held tight onto her her wrists which he pulled behind her.

"No!" Chelsea screamed. "I'll tell! You better let me go or I'll tell! I swear I will! You'll get in big trouble!" But her words were ignored as she felt one of the boys, she wasn't sure which, yank her skirt roughly up to her waist, exposing her cotton panties, white with a print of tiny roses on them. Chelsea screamed again, her terror and humiliation so powerful now that she was unable to form words. She squirmed uselessly in their strong grip as Tony placed his hand squarely on her bottom, caressing and squeezing the firm flesh.

"Nice ass," muttered Tommy gleefully, and yanked her panties down to her ankles. Just that quickly Chelsea's ass was shown to the world, and hot, bitter tears of shame streamed down her red cheeks as she howled, still unable to form any disticnt words of protest. Then Tony began to spank to spank her. He held back nothing, but brought the flat of his hand down on her bare bottom with all the power he possessed in his muscular arm. The swats echoed across the farmyard like rifle shots, and Jennifer huddled against Jason, trying to shut it all out. Jason's hand was under her blouse, pinching her pink, stiff nipple while he stared at Chelsea's reddening bottom that faced him.

Chelsea's cries grew into shrieks of pain as Tony's hand came down on her again and again. It seemed to go on forever. Her bottom burned with pain. Then it stopped unexpectedly, and the girl quivered over Tony's lap, sobbing with pain and shame, hot tears spattering the dirt inches below her face. There was little fight left in her, she just wanted to run away. She felt her body being lifted up and was grateful that it was over. She was raised to a sitting position on Tony's knee, but then the boys continued to push her backwards, back until she was lying face up across Tommy's lap. She shut her eyes shamefully. Her arms were trapped under her between Tommy's legs. She couldn't lift them to cover her exposed pussy, and she felt new depths of degradation as she felt everyone staring between her legs. She had just started to grow pubic hair, a light fringe of bright red that accentuated her mound and framed her slit.

"Nice cunt," said Tommy, grinning down at the girl's sex. Bright pink inner flesh had blossomed out from underneath the out labia, moist and inviting. "Jesus, only thirteen years old and already a slut. Look at how wet the whore is from a spanking!" All three of the men laughed loudly, and Tommy emphasized her shame by putting he large hand between her legs and spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. As he slipped two fingers into the hot folds they instantly became slick with her juice. Chelsea, helpless to do anything to stop it, could only shake her head and cry as she was molested, feeling the fat fingers exploring into her most intimate places as Tony forced her legs further apart. She'd never felt more dirty in her life.

Tommy teased at the entrance to her tight pussy, threatening to slip a finger inside her, but never actually did it. Jennifer couldn't help herself finally from peeking over at her cousin. She was squirming against Jason herself now as his other hand was between her legs, fingering her much the way Tommy was fingering Chelsea. She was thrusting her pelvis against his hand, though Chelsea still couldn't see them from her position. Chelsea was shaking her head violently, sobbing "...nononono..." repeatedly. Tony, meanwhile, was opening her blouse and pushing her bra up over her budding young breasts. Stretched out on her back as she was, Chelsea's chest was almost flat, but there was a swelling at her breasts that hinted at perhaps a large A cup when she was upright. Her nipples were pink and hard as little rocks, the aureolas swollen and puffy as Tony pinched them firmly.

Tommy, meanwhile, began to focus on little Chelsea's clit, feeling the hard nub under his index finger. He stimulated in firm little circles, then drew his fingers in long, slow strokes up and down the length of her wet slit. "You fucking little cunt," he told her with a grin. "You love this. You're gonna cum any minute now, but you sit there and pretend you don't like it!"

Jennifer sympathized with her cousin. She recalled feeling much the same kind of humiliation in the early days of her new life. Her mind hating what was done but her body always wanting more. It wasn't until she learned to align the desires of her mind with those of her body that she truly understood who she was. She wondered if Chelsea would one day do the same, but then she gasped sharply as Jason's finger sunk deep into her pussy and she started to ride him enthusiastically.

Chelsea, however, shook her head in denial, even as her slender hips arched upward under Tommy's touch, as if begging for more, increasing the pressure of his fingers against her sex. She shuddered, sobbing, wincing as Tony twisted her nipples. Yet she spread her legs wider, doing at least as much of the work as Tommy was as she lost herself further and further to the sensations the men were forcing upon her. Her hands clenched into little fists under her, and he hissed as she sucked air through clenched teeth. Her squeals by now were inspired at least as much by desire as by protest.

And then, unexpectedly to her, she felt an explosion of desire erupt within her. Her back arched high, her hips in the air and rolling, jerking up and down against Tommy's hand as he clutched her sex tightly, the cum juices flowing between his fingers as she suffered an unwanted, but so desperately needed, orgasm. Jennifer watched her with a gasp and thrust her body down hard on the three fingers Jason now had in her own pussy, grinding against it, and as she watched her cousin cumming hard between her two step-brothers, she was rewarded with a powerful climax of her own. She bit her lip to keep from crying out, to stop herself from betraying to her cousin what she was doing just a couple of feet away.

Chelsea slowly came down off her climax, her body damp and weak, chest heaving as she gasped desperately for air. Her pretty green eyes were closed, her soft lips parted, and tears continued to stream from her eyes. She felt her degradation was complete. She couldn't make sense of what they had just done to her, and how she had responded. The hands on her relaxed their grip, and she rolled limply to the dirt at there feet, quivering and sobbing lightly, while the boys grinned down at each other. Jennifer, cleaning her step-brother's hand with her mouth as her duty demanded, looked down on her cousin with pity. And something else, a feeling she couldn't quite place.