Chapter One

 

I'm not dumb, and I'm not a slut. Though I can do dumb, slutty things, and have, and will certainly continue.

Have you ever noticed how sex, how being really aroused, can be like being drunk? It fucks up your head and makes you do really dumb things, because nothing matters but satisfying the pleasure you're feeling, and the hell with consequences. All that matters is right now.

When you're a girl, you get used to wearing very little around the house. That's true even if you're a tomboy and you're living with a father and three older brothers. Because they barely notice you and certainly aren't going to care what you're wearing. Well, father isn't entirely true. He's my stepfather, and they're my stepbrothers, but since I've lived with them my whole life I didn't think of them any different.

In my house, if you can call it a house, I had felt completely unappreciated since my mother had died when I was nine, and I wound up in a house with a not very sensitive, macho father who raised his sons to be the same as him. The only thing he appreciated was strength and success in sports.

Yes, of course I became a tomboy. What else was I to do? Be a girly girl? My stepfather's disdain for frilly girly things was pretty open and obvious. The only thing he thought women were good for was cleaning house and having babies. And, of course, having sex, thought I hadn't thought about that when younger.

So what was I going to do to make him proud of me? Well, nothing. I tried, don't get me wrong. What kid wouldn't? I was really good in sports, and I did my best to downplay being a girl. You wouldn't have found a lot of differences in the way I acted and the way my older brothers acted, talked, or even dressed.

But my stepfather was a big, powerful man with broad shoulders, and so were my older brothers. And they kept them that way working around the junkyard where we lived. That's right, we lived in a fucking junkyard! How's that for encouragement for a girl!?

My family were not particularly educated, but they sure knew cars and trucks and engines and small appliances. In that I became pretty much as good as my stepbrothers. Even my old man had to admit as much.

But I was still a fucking girl, so even though I could rebuild an engine I was still the one who was supposed to do the cleaning and cooking and laundry! I'd been doing them since I was about eleven, and by my eighteenth birthday, let me tell you, I was getting kind of sick of it!

My stepfather and brothers would come in from working all sweaty and shower up and then lay around watching TV while I cooked and cleaned! It wasn't like I hadn't worked all day. I worked mostly in the office keeping books and accounts, even though I would have rather worked in the garage or repair rooms.

High school had been a disaster. When you live in a junkyard, well, to say you're not going to be accepted into the 'in crowd' is a gross understatement. Add in three large, football playing older brothers who would have beat the crap out of any guy who so much as looked at me sideways and I had not enjoyed myself.

I quit at sixteen, same as them, as soon as it was legal. The only thing I needed to know was how to count and how to read and I knew them both just fine by then. So I kept books during the day, and I cleaned the damned house at night.

House? What a joke. It had been a barn once. My stepfather had 'fixed it up', which meant he'd cut windows in the walls, then added insulation and drywall on the inside, as well as cheap, laminate flooring. He'd then built rooms into it, which again, consisted of drywall and two by fours. He'd wired the place himself, so it was a wonder it hadn't burned up and killed us all.

The outside was mostly unpainted plywood with some tar-paper over it. The roof was mostly tin, and leaked, and made the place hotter than hell on some days. And this luxurious manor house was placed right on the north side of a junk yard filled with cars, trucks, refrigerators, stoves, washers, dryers, dishwashers and the occasional tractor. Not to mention a big ass pile of tires.

It was three months after my eighteenth birthday and it was a hot night. I was alone in the house watching a porn movie on the satellite TV. It was about one in the morning and my brothers were all out on the town. My stepfather had gone to play poker with some friends. I hadn't dated since forever, but was feeling more and more frustrated about that.

Every time some good looking guy came in the office I felt myself undressing him with my eyes, and I'd started to masturbate more and more frequently. I didn't have any of the sex toys another girl my age might have, of course. My family had no respect for privacy and if my stepbrothers had found a dildo or a vibrator, well, let me tell you I'd never hear the end of it!

They called me slut often enough as it was. Not that they really meant it. It was just an all-purpose insult to be used against any girl they were mad at. I called them assholes and morons and jerkoffs all the time too. Of course, those were a lot more accurate in my opinion.

What I did have was the small, round leg to a sofa we'd once had. It had been serving as my dildo for years. There was no question what it was. It had the small round metal tip, and it widened from there to the end, where the two inch screw pushed out from the center.

The thing I liked about it - aside from no one knowing what I used it for - was that I could easily fit it into myself and pump it in and out, and as I got more excited and pushed it deeper, it got wider and wider, until, if I got it right to the bottom, it was really thick and I'd feel my pussy stretching and stretching!

So I was taking the opportunity of being alone in the house to sit on the torn sofa and watch the Satellite TV. It was pirated, of course, so it wasn't always that clear. Tonight was good, though, and I was watching this girl, blonde like me, getting it hard from behind.

I was slumped on the sofa, my knees drawn up and spread wide. Because it was hot I was sweating a little. And I had unbuttoned my nightie and had the sofa leg about halfway into my pussy, which was wet and steamy as I pumped it gently in and out.

My nightie was really just a threadbare shirt which had once belonged to my brother Mike back when he was trying to actually wear shirts with collars. It was white with thin blue stripes, barely long enough to cover my butt, thin, and kind of tight across my chest, but who was gonna notice that?

But now it was wide open and I moaned as I slumped a little lower, panting, thrusting the chair leg deeper and deeper as I stared at the screen. I felt excited being so daring in the house. I rarely had it to myself, and to act so outrageous, to be virtually naked and masturbating in the living room thrilled some dark side of me.

I was getting more and more excited, breathing heavier, and sweating, because it was hot. I groaned as I pushed the chair leg deep, because it ached when I did that, and I liked to ache. I liked watching rough sex, hard sex, and that was what I fantasized about when I masturbated.

I was about three quarters of the way to what I was sure was going to be a really good climax, and one where for once I wouldn't have to force my lips closed to keep anyone from hearing it. I pushed the sofa leg a bit deeper and moaned as the tip touched a part of me I rarely touched. Then I felt the straining lips of my sex closing behind it, with only the screw sticking out.

And then I heard the sound of the front door closing.

I froze for a second, then quickly jerked my shirt closed while I grabbed the remote and changed the channel!

"Who's home?" I heard my stepfather growl.

I fumbled my shirt closed as best I could as the light snapped on and he shuffled into the room. I could smell the booze on him as I stood up.

"Just watching a movie?" I said. "The guys are out."

He grunted and looked at me oddly, then walked past me. I felt a shudder of relief that I'd gotten the shirt buttoned and the TV changed before he'd seen anything!

"You do the dishes?" he called as he flicked on the kitchen light.

I glared at him and moved that way, feeling a little odd. Like I said, the sofa leg was right up inside me! Only the screw was sticking out between my tight pussy lips. But at least that meant it wasn't in any danger of falling out.

"Of course," I said.

"Better, or I'll tan yer ass," he muttered under his breath.

Tanning my ass was a common threat from him, at least for me. For my brothers it was kicking their ass.

"What are you all dressed up for?" I asked, eyeing him as he opened the fridge.

"What? Dressed up?"

"Well, you're wearing a shirt with a collar. That's dressed up for you."

He popped the top on a beer and took a deep swig.

"I can't wear a collar?"

"I wasn't being insulting. It looks good on you."

It did, in fact. My stepfather was a handsome man, which was why he'd attracted my mom, I guess. He had square jawed face with full lips, and shaggy dark hair. He looked younger than he was, and he had no trouble, from what I'd overheard, attracting the ladies. But he'd never had a steady girl or anything, not since my mom.

"Thank ya, darlin," he said.

And then he shocked me by reaching out and hooking two fingers into the front of my nightie to tug me forward. He gave me a kiss on the forehead and then waggled his eyebrows as he looked down.

"Yours looks good on you too."

I realized then that I hadn't gotten the top button done. Well, not the top button. I never did the top button, but I hadn't gotten the second button done, and well, it was guy's shirt, a boy's shirt. It was a little long for me but I'd kind of put on a bit of a growth spurt around about sixteen and while I was slender I had nice boobs.

And with the second button down, well, I guess I was showing a little cleavage. Actually, worse than that, because my nipples were still hard and kind of poking against the thin cotton.

I blushed and crossed my arms over my chest and he laughed in amusement.

"What are you ashamed of? A guy with a big dick is never ashamed of it. Why be embarrassed you've got big tits?"

"I don't have big - !" I started hotly, even more embarrassed. "I'm not... big!"

That was important to me. I knew what he and my brothers thought of girls with big tits. They were nothing but sluts, whores, bimbos, air heads who were only built for sex.

"Look big enough to me," he said with a grin, leaning against the fridge and taking another swig from the bottle.

I scowled, knowing he was just enjoying making me feel uncomfortable.

"D cup, right?" he said sly.

"I am not!" I said in annoyance. "I'm only a C!"

"Thirty eight I think."

I glowered at him. "If I had a thirty-eight D cup bra laying around anywhere you can be damn sure one of the guys would have been whipping it around and making fun of me for it!"

He chuckled and sat down heavily on one of the kitchen chairs.

"Anyway," I said, resenting how easily he'd gotten a rise out of me, "You shouldn't be looking there."

"Kind of hard to miss. Oh don't get huffy. I was just teasing you, darlin'."

"You're a dick!" I said.

It wasn't the first time I'd said that. We kind of acted like five guys around the house and in the junkyard, you see.

"Now that ain't no way to talk to your daddy," he said. "You watch yourself or I'm gonna tan your little butt."

I gave him the finger and started to march off to bed, but he caught me by the back of the shirt and yanked me back. I squealed, reaching behind me to jerk it down since, well, I had nothing on underneath. Next thing I know he had pulled me over his lap, kind of laughing to himself as I flailed and punched at him, or tried to.

"Let me go! Don't you dare!" I cried.

"You need to respect your elders and betters, brat," he said.

My face flushed a hot red as I felt the hem of the shirt yanked up to bare my bottom, and a burst of energy had me kicking and twisting frantically as he laughed and then slapped his hand down on my bare ass!

Crack!

"Oww! Don't you - stop it! Let me up! Let me go! You bastard!"

Crack! Crack!

"You're really looking for a spanking, ain't you girl," he said, his voice slurring a bit.

Fuck!

Crack!

"Ow! Fuck! Stop that! You asshole! You fucker!"

Crack!

"Oww!"