Jennifer's New Family

Jennifer's New Family - The Second Year

Part 6

Jennifer Lyons shuddered visibly even as she forced a smile onto her full, soft lips, standing framed in the doorway as Robert's dark eyes openly violated her barely-concealed body, traveling down slowly from head to toe. He lingered first on the thin material of her pink halter top that clung like skin to the swell of her growing breasts, a cartoon kitty smiling out with its back high across her chest. He licked his lips as he continued down the cutoff top, visually caressing her bare ribs and tummy. Several inches below her navel, riding dangerously low on her lovely hips, the waistband of her pink micro-skirt seemed to taunt at him, to dare him to expose her more fully. The hem of the pleated skirt wound around her like a serpent, low in the front, curving up high on each hip, and then swooping low again in back, just barely enough to conceal the tiny pink panties she wore beneath. The curves of her firm ass cheeks were visible below the hemline. Her smooth, shapely legs were bare all the way down to the pink trainers she wore on her small feet.

As she let her date get his fill of the sight of her, she could feel her nipples swelling against the thin fabric of her top that fit so tightly. She knew that her face was as pink as her shameful outfit. Yet her three stepbrothers were behind her, watching her every move, and under their gaze she could bring herself to do nothing but present herself this way. For a moment she thought how odd it was that this was, in fact, the first real date she'd ever had in her life, despite all the sexual experience she had at home. Jennifer had never before "gone out" with a boy.

Robert Hardcastle licked his lips, convinced his every fantasy had come true. Jennifer thought that probably a few fantasies he'd never even had might come true for him tonight, and she felt the butterflies in her stomach yet again. He towered over her, a huge young man over six feet in height, while she herself was just over five. The silence of his stares grew longer and more uncomfortable, and the young girl swallowed in ever-increasing embarrassment. Finally she took a couple of hesitant steps forward, knowing her stepbrothers were watching and would approve, and wrapped her arms around Robert's broad chest, hugging him tentatively and saying, "I'm so glad you're taking me out. I just know we're going to have a great time!" Then she turned her blue eyes up to him and smiled a little as she bit softly at her lower lip.

Robert grinned down at her and nodded, returning the hug much more strongly. She felt completely swallowed up by him, as if she had disappeared within the enfolding embrace of his large, muscular form. Then, keeping one arm around her shoulders to pull her against him, he led her out to his sports car parked in the driveway. He opened the door for her in an almost gentlemanly fashion, and she allowed herself to begin to believe that perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. If he was, at heart, a nice guy, then maybe sex with him wouldn't be so horrible. Perhaps, even, he would keep their sexual relationship private. But then her thoughts clouded. The men wanted proof that she had sex with him. She wasn't certain how she would manage that yet, but in her pounding heart she knew that it could only involve revealing herself to be a total slut to him, a girl who didn't care about her reputation. Or even, perhaps, as a girl who desperately wanted a reputation as a slut.

Robert got into the car beside her and turned the ignition over. Jennifer saw the boys watching her from the window as the pulled out onto the road. Robert still hadn't said a single word to her, she realized, and it was getting to the point of being creepy. She had her hands folded in her lap, fingers curled tightly around the short hem of her skirt to keep some shred of modesty about her. There was gooseflesh along her arms and legs as if she was chilled, but the evening was warm. Strangely, at that peculiar moment, she thought about her stepbrothers back in the house. Mom and Aunt Melinda were with John. Only Chelsea was available to entertain them. She shuddered as she thought about what they might do to the poor girl.

"Goddamn I never knew you were so hot!" Robert's voice barked out, low and eager. It occurred to the girl that this was the first time she'd ever heard him speak. "When you gonna show me those panties, Jen?" His face was turned to her, a wide toothy grin on his face.

Jennifer returned a trembling smile of her own. "Well, when we're alone and you can give your full attention to how they look on me," she said, trying to be teasing.

Robert barked out another sharp laugh. "Hah! You are such a little slut, girl!" He patted her upper thigh with a large hand. "I knew about your mom a'course," he added. "Guess you're taking after her!"

Je3nnifer bit her lip again, still struggling to smile. Everyone at school knew her mom was a stripper of course. Some of the kids even knew that she'd given lap dances to their fathers. And in at least one case that Jennifer knew of, to their mother. It was the thing she was teased about more than any other at school. Yet still she had managed to maintain a virginal, even innocent reputation of her own. She knew that all that was about to change radically. He was driving into town, and she asked a question that suddenly occurred to her.

"Um, Robert....where are we going on our date?"

He smiled broadly again, his large hand still stroking her bare thigh softly. Jennifer was surprised to discover that she'd spread her legs a little. "I know a park a few miles out of town. It's small and no one ever goes there much." He turned his head to wink at her. "We can have all the fun we can handle out there!" Then he turned his attention back to the road. "But first, we just gotta go to Charlie's. The guys'll shit a brick when they see what I'm out with!"

Jennifer's heart leapt into her throat. Charlie's was a run-down soda bar on the edge of town that many of the rougher kids hung out at. He wanted everyone to see her. It wasn't lost on her that he'd said "'what' I'm out with." She was already an object in his mind, a fuck toy, as her family liked to call her. But the idea of all those kids staring at her, barely dressed, sent her into a near-panic. Even through her terror, the incongruity of her reaction struck her. Here she was, used every day at home, rarely wearing any clothes at all at home, and she was perfectly comfortable. Even more, she'd grown to enjoy the attention. But now that she was faced with the same circumstances outside the home, with her friends and neighbors, she trembled like a virgin.

"Please Robert," she said in a voice with only a hint of pleading, leaning toward him in a coy, seductive way. "Can't we just go somewhere that we can be alone? I just want to be alone with you." The words came with a little difficulty, but she desperately wanted to avoid being seen by so many of her schoolmates. She reached out a hand and placed it lightly on his thigh. "I promise you won't regret it!" she added.

Robert chuckled as he came to a stop sign, and took the opportunity to lean into the girl and kiss her hard on the mouth, his tongue immediately plunging between her soft lips. Jennifer fought the impulse to gag as this near-stranger kissed her so intimately, but did not pull away, hopeful that she was convincing him. His hand slid higher on her thigh, until it was resting on her tiny panties. She shivered at the sudden touch, and though she gave a convulsive little jerk, she managed to stop from twisting away from him.

Finally he pulled back from her, grinning down into her face. He squeezed the hand between her legs, and she gave a little squeal, a little louder than natural for his benefit. "God you're a slut!" he said as if paying her a high compliment. "We won't stay long. I promise. I already got a boner so bad it hurts" He laughed again and took off again down the road. Jennifer slumped back in her seat, feeling like she ought to plead with him some more. But no words would come. She wondered if, after a year of mindlessly obeying every order from the men in her family, she had simply lost the ability to protest against the desires of men who desired her.

They continued on in silence, Jennifer's heart hammering in her chest. She wished her nipples would soften, but they were hard as little rocks and outlined perfectly through the material of her halter top. His fingers tickling at the inside of her upper thigh certainly wasn't helping matters any. Robert was enormously pleased, and Jennifer understood why. He thought she had promised him all manner of exotic pleasures, and she knew that she would have to fulfill those promises, even though they'd been made by someone else. The buildings became more sparse, the streets dirtier. She had never been to Charlie's, but she'd heard whispers about it at school, and knew they must be getting close. Robert turned the car into a side street and they traveled a few more blocks. Then they turned into a parking lot and moved behind an old grocery store. There was a small dirt alley back here that they drove further down, and finally pulled into what looked like an empty lot with cars scattered around. About 30 yards away was an old building with peeling paint and boarded up windows. A few kids were leaning against the wall talking. Jennifer blinked as realization dawned on her. Charlie's wasn't a soda, it was just a place, and old building someone had figured out how to get into. A place where they could drink beer and do what they want, out of sight of the police. She drew in a shuddering breath, suddenly more apprehensive than ever.

When Robert parked the car and got out, Jennifer made a quick decision, opening her door and leaping out of the car herself. If she waited for him to come around, there would be no way she wouldn't flash her panties at him as she clambered out. Robert was still smiling ear to ear as her slipped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close to his huge, hard body. When she was comfortably against him he dropped his hand down her back to rest firmly on her bottom, squeezing and patting her. She knew that she was blushing again as she kept her hands clasped in front of her lest the small breeze present blow her pleated skirt up as they approached the two boys outside the entrance.

The boys were grinning at her. She didn't know them, but they knew Robert and called welcomes to him and wolf whistled at her. "Dude, that's a great piece of ass!" one called out. This earned her butt another squeeze. Their eyes were locked on her breasts and legs as he introduced her.

"Guys, this is Jennifer. You've heard of her. Her mom's a stripper over at Zippy's."

Jennifer's heart sank again. Her introduction as "the stripper's daughter" boded less well for her. She gave the boys an embarrassed smile and, as Robert pressed his hand against her butt allowed herself to be guided into the old building. It took her a moment to adjust to the dim light. There were about a dozen people there, mostly boys, but she noticed a couple making in one corner, and a couple of other girls drinking beer and flirting with a group of boys. Everyone looked a couple of years older than herself. Around the room were battered tables, but no chairs. There were open cases of beer about, and music was playing from somewhere, though not loudly so as not to attract the police. There was light from a couple portable camp lamps.

As the door opened, light from the setting sun streamed through, and all eyes turned that direction. Everyone looked at Jennifer, her form a dark outline against the bright light. But all could see the sexy figure and the skimpy clothing, and she endured more whistles and catcalls. Robert guided her further in and popped open a beer for himself. He offered one to Jennifer, but she shook her head. She felt she would be doing well not to just throw up, she was so nervous. He led her around to each group of people, introducing her, making sure everyone knew her mom was an exotic dancer. She was surprised to see that one of the girls was Amber, a good friend of hers and a very attractive brunette. She was dressed in a pair of low-rise tight jeans and her blouse was unbuttoned halfway down. Clearly she was already on her way to being drunk. She was between two boys and seemed to be taking turns kissing them. Jennifer was shocked, as she never imagined Amber was like this.

Amber looked at Jennifer with a knowing smile as her pretty eyes roamed up and down her body every bit as much as the boys' gazes. Jennifer forced herself to smile at greetings such as "Hot damn, bitch!" and "What a great fuckin' slut outfit!" Robert did not take offense at any of this, but only laughed along with them, and even began referring to her as his "slutpuppy." He even laughed when one of the guys pretended to stumble and fell forward on her, his hands landing on her firm breasts and squeezing harshly. Fully half of the boys were guys she knew well, and even they looked at her with lascivious desire in their wide eyes.

Eventually Robert pulled her away and wrapped his large arms around her, kissing her deeply. Se allowed herself to melt into him, if for no other reason than to try to forget her surroundings. He lifted her off the floor easily, pulling her up into his arms, cradling her like a doll, one arm under her shoulders and the other under her knees. More whistles as he spun slowly around, giving everyone a look under her skirt. "Take it off slut!" came a call from a boy. There was general laughter as Jennifer's soft cheeks turned a deeper pink with shame. "You go girl!" she heard Amber call out, almost derisively. "You can be the club cunt!" The laughter grew louder, and the girl's ears burned as she was kissed again, still spinning. Whistles and catcalls were all around her, degrading names were shouted out. Then, at last, a loud, chanting chorus of "Strip! Strip! Strip!"

Jennifer tried to block out the noise. She kissed Robert more feverishly, hoping to get him hot enough that he would take her away so that he could fuck her. She preferred even that to this public humiliation. But she felt her body tilted upright, and as she struggled to get her bearings she realized that Robert had placed her standing on top of one of the tables. She looked down at him questioningly but he only laughed and said. "Guess you really like that idea! Sure turns you on anyway! So strip baby! Give us a show!" He slid his hand up her inner thigh and, ignoring her pleading eyes, rubbed her crotch firmly, betraying the wetness that stained her panties. She blinked her blue eyes rapidly, desperate not to start crying. "She's wet guys! What a horny cunt!" Robert laughed loudly.

The demands for her to perform a strip show grew louder, more intense. Everyone gathered close around the table she stood on. "She has see through panties on!" they called. "I can see the whore's pussy!" "Get a light over here!" Jennifer tried to shield her eyes as they adjusted the portable lamps to shine fully on her, and she stood as though in a spotlight on a stage. The crowd began clapping rhythmically, and Jennifer struggled to maintain her balance. The world was whirling around her, hands were reaching out to her, touching her legs. Wide eyes gazed up at her, staring under her skirt. Her face was now a bright scarlet. Robert caught her attention again. He was not smiling now. "Strip," he said quietly, his dark eyes narrow.

Swallowing hard, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach, she felt an old sensation - the sensation of being ordered, and she found herself beginning to sway her hips. Robert's expression was suddenly terrifying to her. She turned around as she started her hesitant dance, seeing all the faces. There was Amber again, in the midst of three boys now. One of them was openly massaging the crotch of her jeans as she swayed her own hips, pressing her ass against the boy behind her. Her pretty eyes seemed to sparkle as she looked up at Jennifer. Even as she watched, another boy slipped a hand inside her half-open blouse, and the brunette laughed in response. Jennifer could read her lips. "God she's such a slut!" It hurt her to think of a good friend saying that about her.

As she continued her tentative dance, she inwardly sighed and knew there was no point in delaying any further. She crossed her arms in front of her and pulled her top over head in one quick movement, handing it to Robert. Howls of approval rang throughout the room as her breasts were exposed. "Shake it!" came the call, and Jennifer found herself obeying again, leaning forward and shaking her shoulders, letting her tits hang down as much as they would and swing provocatively. Her face turned deeper red as the boys all jostled for position to get a better look at the young stripper, some in front to see her jiggling breasts, others in back to see her exposed ass. She gave a little spasm of surprise as she felt someone grope her high on her inner thigh.

Standing straight again, Jennifer, now near tears with shame, nevertheless performed provative hip-grind for her audience, then turned to face Robert as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tiny skirt, snapping it out and back suggestively. Robert grinned, getting the message, and reached out to grab the hem and pull it down her legs. She stepped out of it now, dressed only in sheer thong panties and pink trainers. She turned around, looking at a sea of leering faces, as well as a sneer on Amber's pretty face, and her heart sank further, even as her lust grew. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could hear comments that her pussy was swollen, visible through her panties.

Someone behind her was impatient, and reached out and yanked them down her legs. Naked, her heart hammering, Jennifer grew dizzy, the room spinning as she turned and swayed her body on top of the table. Hands were reaching up for her. Demands for sex rang in her ears. She tried to prepare herself for the very worst.