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Episode 4: Don’t Judge Me! Or my Stepdad! Or my Brother! LOL!
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 4: Don’t Judge Me! Or my Stepdad! Or my Brother! LOL! - "Hi! My name is Violet. New kid on the block. You don't know me, but you will. Once you do, you won't be able to get enough of me. Just ask all the hot guys in Indy! HA! All 500 of them. Start your engines, Boys! I look good lying a checkered flag. Red light! Yellow light! Green light... HO!"
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Anal Sex Cream Pie Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
“Hi, it’s me Violet again. I think I’m becoming as addicted to relating my adventures as I am in having them. Maybe this just fits into the puzzle that I’m piecing together in discovering who I am. I love taunting guys what can I say? If I’m taunting you, I’m glad I could help. Girls? If you’re also reading this know I’m not opposed to the experience. I just haven’t reached into that territory yet. Bisexuality has crossed my mind but at this point in my exploration I haven’t dared to dabble. I’m pretty certain I’ll get there. I hate typing LOL, but I think it is inevitable. Sorry ahead of time I know I will abuse it.
“I enjoy telling people the things that stimulate me. Right this minute, day, week, it’s all about my evolution from timid to relatable. I’ve done things as you know, if you’ve read my first examination that has shattered my ideals on restraint. At the mall I couldn’t resist going further and further to see how men accepted me. My appearance changing so much in the last year I don’t even recognize myself in a mirror. I only recall the chubby me with less than stellar breasts. Now look at me. I’m 5’5, 118. My chest has stopped growing at a busty 36D, but they look amazing. Perky and bouncy. Trust me I test them often.
“I didn’t get this way by natural evolution, it wasn’t without a bit of assistance. I worked out a lot to get the curves going. Nothing aggressive just cardio and dieting more often. I love food but it’s not my priority in life. I want to be the sexiest that I can be. If that means no morning bagels with sour cream so be it. I’m turning into something I’m proud of, guys are taking notice. Just read my mall adventure if you don’t believe me. Narcissism? Some, I’m sure. I’m still blown away by it. I feel very blessed these days. You might not feel like I do, but hey, I’m me.
“Back to my tits. Before last week at the mall I had rarely gone without a bra. It just felt wrong but now I think I’m going to stop wearing them unless I have to. Panties might go bye-bye too. Riding a mass transit bus home commando was certainly liberating. While I didn’t tease all that much on the bus a few boys did get a chance peek up my skirt. So brief they almost missed it. When I got off the bus I pulled my skirt up just enough to let the driver see my butt cheeks. That ended the mall adventure.
“Coming home I barely got in the house before my mother got home. She would not have approved of my wardrobe. At least without any undies on. She was young once so she knows a short skirt or two in her time. We’ve joked about it before. Anyways, I escaped being chewed out. Besides, she cheated on my real dad so she’s no angel.
“Now a week later I’ve had time to think about things. I know I took a huge risk letting the guys at the mall take advantage of me like that. I wasn’t really in control over things. While it was definitely a rush I kind of want to take the lead next time out. All week long I’ve fielded texts from Kyle, Jamie, and Scott. Including the three men that waited outside for me to leave, Jake, Chad, and Ian. I asked them all who kept my underwear? None of them fessed up.
“I never laughed so hard at men. Every single one of them showed me their dicks via pictures telling me I caused their suffering. I wrote Poor Baby back each time. Well, except Jamie. He just wanted to see me again. While I’m honored he chose restraint to prove himself I’ll be honest. Those cock pictures made me dizzy. Kyle and Scott were huge. Jake a very close third. Chad and Ian much smaller but cute none the less. Yep, ADDICKTD!
“From work I would say hi to all of them. Talking about how bored my job was and sending an innocent selfie. I’ve really thought about looking for another job. Something where I can feel guys staring constantly at me. I considered a lifeguard job so I could wear a bathing suit but between being forced to wear a one piece and dealing with screaming kids I gave that option up. Kids cramp my style and I really want to wear an illegal style micro bikini and have guys fight over me. LOL!
“Two days ago I finally got brave and took some titty pics sending them to all of the guys. Dead on, nipples standing tall. A shot in the mirror of my bare ass too. No pussy yet. It’s not as if they didn’t get enough of that reality at the mall. All I wanted was to hear them beg. They did, quite a lot. Soon enough, I say.
“Today when I woke up I went down for breakfast, this being my day off I was trying to decide what to do. I couldn’t spend money I had another week before I got paid. Whatever I chose to do needed to be close to home. I strolled about the house in my newly purchased Colts jersey, underwear beneath just in case my future dad ducked out of his office above the garage. My future stepdad actually. My mother Julia and David live together in his massive home. I have a very classy mom who makes a great living as an Interior Decorator. She’s out in the field almost every day. Which leaves me the only other female to inhabit our five bedroom home. She can’t help herself, her job is her life.
“David works from home as a Data Analyst for a Pharmaceutical company. He also takes care of accounting for my mom, placing orders and paying her workers. He keeps himself locked in a lot. He’s really cool, always been there for me over the last three years. He’s seen me grow up more than my real dad.
“My real dad John is a building contractor. That in itself was the only common interest mom and he had. After years together raising me and my brother Victor they finally gave up. Oh! While Victor is his real name he goes by his middle name of Chad. I mostly call him Victor. I lived with mom while Victor stayed with dad.
“Now, here at home David’s sons live part-time here, part-time in a college dorm. Troy and Brad are his boys. Both of them are pretty hunky, but let’s face it, basically brothers even if mom and David aren’t married. They treat me like a baby sister regardless.
“The boys used to tease me about my large ass and little tits until I shaped up. Now they notice my curves and take time to tease me. I usually shut that down pretty fast because I’m afraid of what might happen. Namely, they worried I would tell my mom and David. Not even! LOL!
While I hadn’t really flaunted myself in front of them I did respect them. Even David looked at me differently now. He kept it clean, but I was the one being looked at. I know he undressed me with his eyes. Heck, all three of them do. I just laugh it off and act naïve.
“Trust me I’ve been tempted to see their reactions should I be sly. After last week my hormones are in hyperdrive, so, there is that. Even at work I struggle around my boss and other boys working there. They’re actually all that prevents that new job theory. They like me. A LOT! A LOT, LOT! Drool city! Even in my cruddy green Park District shirt.
“Brad and Troy go to college locally, so they come home every other weekend to visit. It’s more to sponge money off of David, eat our food, and do their laundry. Otherwise, it’s party time. One or the other was due to come through the front door at any moment. While sitting at our kitchen bar I kept an eye out the window. Not truly knowing if it was a guarantee, I considered the unthinkable.
“Should I tease my future stepbrothers? Was I an idiot to even risk the repercussions of that? Evil won out. I had a brilliant idea. Racing upstairs I gathered up almost every pair of underwear I had, save for the thong I was currently wearing. Clean or dirty I put them in a basket. Dirty on top! I then hurried downstairs and started a load of regular clothes for mom which was waiting on her to get home. She can’t say I wasn’t a good daughter and didn’t help her out. Leaving my basket in front of the washer I went back to the kitchen for more monitor duty. After the load finished washing I left it there on purpose hoping Troy or Brad would come home.
“I had almost given up on them, doing the dishes to keep busy. Finally, it happened! Troy pulled up outside in his Ford Edge and I watched him open his hatchback to grab a big basket of laundry. Nervous now, I ran upstairs to act as if I didn’t know he had gotten home. From my bedroom I listened for the front door to open and close. Pacing my carpet I found myself eying my jersey in my dresser mirror. I had underwear on. Should I risk going commando? The tiny holes were enough to see flesh all the way down. The hem of the shirt barely covered my ass. With indecision I just did it. I removed my panties and went to my bedroom door and opened it. To my shock there was David.
“I jumped back holding a hand to my heart. He hadn’t noticed anything yet outside of my tits bouncing slightly. He said nothing but warned me that Troy was home. I told him I had mom’s laundry in the washer and dryer and I should probably get them out so Troy could use them. He thanked me for helping mom.
Easing past David i charged downstairs. No way that David did not look at me walk away. Sunlight through a skylight over the staircase was a big help in seeing my skin through the shirt. At the landing before the second set of steps I looked up at David. All I got was a smile. I smiled back. So far, so good, I pressed on.
“Shuffling through the kitchen I feigned ignorance grabbing tea from the fridge. As I stood there in the sunlight from the kitchen window I heard Troy exit the mudroom and enter the laundry area off to its left. I heard him grumble at the washer in use after opening it. He had just nudged my basket aside. I crept closer to sneak a peek at his actions. Without noticing me he sat his basket on the dryer and examined the laundry. Finicky about touching other peoples clothes he hesitated. His attention wavered looking down at my basket of underwear.
“I was right, he took the bait. Quiet as a mouse I waited until he bent down to sift through my undies. I was nearly busted when he plucked up a pair of my panties to sniff it, choosing first to look back and listen for noises. Convinced he was alone he inhaled my panties. I even heard him say Damn Violet smells good. I clenched my fist triumphantly. Troy at least had thoughts about me. Brad would be tested another day.
“Devious me decided to catch him. Stepping in I gave him hell, telling him I saw what he just did. He denied it and stood facing me holding the pair behind his back. He could have just as easily dropped my panties back into my basket. I rolled my eyes at him and continued giving grief. Stepping up to him chest to chest I darted from side to side to prove him a liar by seeing my panties in his hand. In our duel I brushed my chest against him numerous times laughing about it. I told him to just fess up and give me my underwear.
“Finally, he said he needed the washer and asked me to get my stuff out of it. I told him it was mom’s which made him fidget with a bit of embarrassment. Hitting him in the arm I growled and turned my back to him. Opening the washer I gathered up mom’s stuff and then leaned over to open the dryer door. In bending over I know my shirt rose up on my spine revealing my bare ass. It took me four times to snatch up all of mom’s things and free up the washer. Once done, I had to stretch high to get dryer sheets from a shelf. Definitely a full butt shot, my cute clam smiling brightly. A snapped glance over my shoulder I saw his eyes staring right at it. Troy was drooling.
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