Maryjane Lyons-Davis drove toward home with a weary, aching body. Thank heavens it's Friday, she thought dully as she sighed deeply. She thought of the dinner Jennifer would have waiting for her. Her daughter was a marvelous cook for her age, and with her mom working in the factory so hard and long, she needed all the help she could get.
As she had so often these past weeks, she thought of her situation with more than a tinge of bitterness. After ten years moving up the ladder in a large corporation, a buyout had reduced her to the unemployment line. New jobs were difficult to find. In the end, she'd had to take work on a factory line just to keep a roof overhead. She had married John Davis when it was clear that the factory job alone would not maintain a standard of living for her and Jennifer. She'd been seeing John for some time, and although she enjoyed his company, she knew that she would not have agreed to marriage quite yet if she'd been able to pay the bills.
Maryjane frowned slightly. John seemed different since they'd married. He was harsher, more demanding than he had been. Or perhaps she'd just overlooked his rough edges. Their relationship to this point, she had to admit to herself, had been mostly physical. He had a marvelous cock, and he knew how to use it. She even found herself enjoying the games he liked to play, games she would never have thought she would consent to. But even now, tired as she was, she got a tingly thrill thinking of lying spread-eagled on the bed, bound to the four corners while he teased her just at the edge of pain.
The woman shook her head. Thirty-two years old, and she was still behaving like a star-struck teenager in many ways. Well, that wasn't all bad, she thought. But still, since she had married John, the games had changed somehow. The intensity was increasing. Twice in the last week she'd had to ask him to stop pinching her nipples, because it hurt too much. Ask, hell...he made her beg. Made her promise to reward him if he would stop. He never used to hurt her at all.
Well, at least now she had a decent home for her daughter. She knew that Jennifer didn't care for the boys, but that was to be expected. Jennifer had never lived with a male before. Her father had died the night before he and Maryjane were to have been married, when she was eighteen, just three months into the pregnancy. He had gotten drunk at the bachelor party, and been killed in a traffic accident that he had caused.
Barely out of childhood herself, Maryjane did her best to raise her daughter, and was proud of her girl. She was pretty and intelligent. She just wished she got along better with John's boys. Of course, Maryjane knew the boys didn't make it easy for her. She knew they teased her. She'd even caught them making sexual references to her, which embarrassed Jennifer no end. She had spoken to John about it, but he just said that boys will be boys.
Maryjane turned into the driveway and parked the car. Living in the country was nice in many respects. She liked the quiet, being away from the bustle of the city. She went into the house through the back door that led directly to the kitchen and saw Jennifer there just finishing setting the table. She was dressed in a halter-top and a skirt. The older woman experienced a moment of mild distress that her daughter's nipples poked clearly through the thin material, but she reminded herself that her baby was growing up. Still, she told herself that she would have to remind the girl about the importance of modesty as her body continued to develop. She kissed the girl on the forehead.
"Hi honey, how was your day?" she said.
"Okay," Jennifer said quietly. Something about her voice made Maryjane stop and take a closer look. Her face seemed flushed and her eyes bloodshot.
"Are you all right honey? You look a little warm."
"She's fine," said John Davis, entering the kitchen. "Ain't ya, honey?" He put his arm around her and patted the girl's rump.
Maryjane noticed that her daughter seemed to cringe, but then nodded, looking at the floor. It seemed to the older woman that something was left unsaid, and she knew it would be difficult getting it out of Jennifer if she didn't want to say. She decided to ask John about it later.
Dinner seemed oddly strained to the young mother. John talked normally, but the boys were very quiet and kept looking furtively at one another and at Jennifer, and smirking. Jennifer was totally absorbed in her food, but seemed to shift a lot in her chair, as if she were sitting on pins. Maryjane wondered about it, and decided she would ask Jennifer after the dishes were done.
When dinner was finished and Jennifer started clearing the table, the rest of the family went to the kitchen, except for Jason. "I think I'll help Jenny with the dishes tonight," he announced. Maryjane was surprised at this, but pleased too. Maybe the children were finally warming up to one another, she thought. But she noticed that Jennifer seemed to shudder, and continue to look at the floor.
As everyone else left the room, Jason, true to his word, took a stack of dishes from the table to the sink, which Jennifer was filling with water. Jason moved behind her, very close. Jennifer shivered as he pushed his body up against her, trapping her against the counter. The boy's arms snaked around the small girl and closed over her budding breasts. She gasped and squirmed a little, but did not try to get away.
"That's right, little bitch," Jason whispered in her ear. "Just stand there. Do the dishes. I'll just stay here and...keep you company." He laughed softly again.
Jennifer was totally confused. She didn't know what to do. She felt her nipples stiffening, and he pinched them firmly through the thin material of her top. She wanted to scream, to run away. But she'd been promised that if she didn't let them "punish" her as they saw fit, it would be much worse for her. She tried to concentrate on just doing the dishes, but the more he played with her breasts the more excited she could feel her body becoming. She wondered what was wrong with her that being treated like this would make her all itchy between her legs.
Jason fondled her breasts until the dishes were completely done, as well as rubbing his crotch up against her ass. Finally, when she finished, the girl turned slowly, still looking at the floor, Jason looked down at her and grinned.
"Lift up your skirt," he said quietly. "Gotta make sure you ain't cheating on us. No panties allowed until Monday."
Jennifer drew in a shuddering sigh, working hard not to break down crying again. She knew she should do something; she shouldn't let them order her around like this. It was evil, dirty. But she couldn't think of anything to do except what they demanded. She lifted the hem of her skirt, exposing her naked pussy to her stepbrother.
No sooner had she bared her sex than it was covered again, this time by Jason's hand. Jennifer gasped sharply! It was the first time anyone had directly touched her pussy besides herself! The feeling of his hand there between her legs was humiliating, but strangely exciting. She was already so worked up from having her breasts fondled for the last twenty minutes, that she could hardly stand it.
"You little slut," Jason chuckled. "You're wet! You love this shit don't ya?"
"N-no...please stop...I'm not wearing panties, I did what you asked."
But Jason kept feeling her, his fingers sliding up and down her wet slit, teasing her clit, and probing the entrance to her tight virgin cunt. Jennifer shivered, feeling herself get more and more excited, leaning against the counter for support. She whimpered softly as his finger circled her stiffening clit.
"Oh yeah, bitch," Jason whispered into her ear. "You love this shit. Tight little prude like you don't wanna admit it, but your body's tellin' me all I need to know."
Jennifer felt dizzy; the world was spinning around her. She realized he was right, she was actually pushing her pussy forward, and her body was going up and down. Jason was hardly moving his had at all anymore. Without realizing it, she was working her own body, trying to get herself off! What kind of pervert was she? He was assaulting her, and she was acting as if she wanted more of it!
The young teen shook her head, riding his hand up and down, moaning softly so her mother wouldn't hear. If her mother saw her acting like this she didn't think she could take it. She tried to deny what she was feeling, what she was doing, but it was impossible. She felt something building inside her, something she couldn't resist. Gradually she was spreading her legs wider, rolling her hips in circles...she was behaving like the worst slut the confused young girl could imagine!
Suddenly she felt something release inside her...something horrible and wonderful at the same time! She threw back her head and clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from crying out in ecstasy. She thrust her pussy wantonly against her stepbrother's hand, gasping for air, rising and falling rapidly.
Warm fluids suddenly released from her body, soaking Jason's hand, and Jennifer gritted her teeth as her body convulsed in paroxysms of pleasure. She found herself beating a small fist against his chest in her ecstasy, and clenching her thighs against the hand between them. Finally the climax subsided, and Jennifer couldn't help but sag against him. All the strength seemed to have left her body, and if he didn't hold her up she would have collapsed to the floor.
Jennifer took deep, gasping breaths, leaning against Jason, who withdrew his hand and laughed silently. "You little fucking slut," he taunted, and Jennifer burned with shame.
She forced herself to stand upright and let her skirt drop down again, and Jason took a step to the side. Just at that moment Maryjane entered the kitchen. "How are you kids doing?" she said with a smile.
"Just fine mom," said Jason with a broad grin. He put a hand around Jennifer's shoulder. Maryjane saw that his hand was wet, and assumed he must have taken his turn washing the dishes. Jason grinned and rubbed his wet hand over Jennifer's face. "We're having a lot of fun. Right Jenny?"
Jennifer scrunched up her nose against Jason's hand. When he took it away, she continued to smell the evidence of her own debasement. She had acted like a slut, and she knew it. She felt more miserable than ever in her young life, and wondered how much worse it could get. She didn't think she could ever tell her mother what was happening now. How could she explain getting orgasms under these conditions? Her mother would hate her, she'd think she was a worthless whore.
Maryjane, meanwhile, smiled warmly. She saw Jason rub his wet hand against her daughter's face, saw the cute way her daughter wrinkled up her nose, and saw the antics of young teens acting perfectly normally. She left the room, confident that Jennifer and the boys were finally starting to get along. She would sleep easier tonight.
