Chapter 1

Juliette was in the shower, and she didn’t realize I was watching. Her long blonde hair was dripping wet with shampoo as she massaged herself with the soap and sponge. She looked like she was really enjoying touching her perfect body. She had big fake boobs that jutted off her chest like twin torpedoes ending in pink points like two balloons. She had nearly washboard flat abs and a perfect bubble butt.

The sexy woman was in her late thirties, and she had a smoking hot body. Juliette looked a lot like Nicole Kidman in the face. She had a very thin and upturned nose and a wicked little smile. Juliette looked like someone who had a wild side and bitch when the mood struck her. She had dreamy eyes, and even though I was hidden behind the window, I felt like she was looking right at me. If she knew I was just outside, then she would have surely yelled at me and put on a towel. I told myself that I was just overly worried about nothing. I didn’t want to wait until she yelled at me, though, so I was constantly wondering if I should look away before I got caught.

I felt guilty that I was watching my Father’s girlfriend take a shower. My father had been dating her for almost a year, but this was the first time I spent the night at her house. My father’s girlfriend lived on a rural farm, and they didn’t need curtains because there wasn’t another house for ten miles in any direction. I felt guilty, but I couldn’t look away.

I had seen plenty of porn on the Internet, but I had never seen a grown woman naked in the flesh before. Watching her get all soaped up and rub herself down was the most sexually satisfying experience of my young life. I felt ashamed, and I felt a sense of constant adrenalin that I might be caught at any time.

It was dark outside but bright in the bathroom. There was nothing but the sound of crickets and the occasional pigs and chickens in the background. I was still afraid I’d get caught at any moment.

My Dad was happy I was outside because he thought I was getting off my video games and enjoying the outdoors. I had no idea what to do on a farm, and I was uncomfortable outside by myself. I had not initially intended to peep on Juliette when I first came outside, but when I saw the light flick on in the bathroom, I could see her naked body in the window. I came to investigate and discovered a perch where I could easily see into her room.

I had frequent moments of panic where I wondered if I should even be watching and what kind of trouble I could get in if I got caught. It was too tantalizing watching the water bead down her sexy body to stop!

Juliette used a razor to shave her pussy bald. She smiled like it was a treat to touch her own pussy as she explored it and pulled her lips apart. When she turned around, I noticed she had a tattoo on her right butt cheek. It was a very large ace of spades. She was very limber and bent forward so that she could shave the peach fuzz and stray hairs between her butt cheeks. I could see her pink pussy and even the outline of her butthole from where I stood. A clear liquid like soap was dripping from her pussy, and she pushed one of her long fingers into herself and fingered it. It was obvious she was enjoying the shower.

Juliette’s pussy was a deep gash with big full lips and a very large clit. The big pussy seemed to fit her. She seemed like a very sexual woman who needed an industrial sized pussy and she wouldn’t accept a delicate pussy. I don’t mean that her vagina looked well-worn or used up. It just seemed to fit a body built for speed and the big pussy flaps looked very natural on her.

I could just imagine her face twisting into a snarl if she discovered me watching. It filled me with dread picturing getting caught. I seldom ever got up to any mischief, and I had never done anything like this. I was just now entering puberty, though, and I was intensely interested in the opposite sex.

Juliette has two daughters. They are both blonde and attractive like her. Becky is a Senior in High school, and she has big boobs and a great shape like her mother. She is very stuck up and rarely ever talks to me except to laugh when I trip over my own two feet. Her sister Stacy is about my age, and she is gorgeous but much thinner with much smaller boobs. We are both Freshmen, and even though my Dad has dated their mom for over a year, they have never talked to me at school. I didn’t blame them, though. I am not exactly popular, and I am painfully shy.

Juliette’s daughters remind me of Barbie Dolls and look delicate. They both work on the farm, though, so they are no strangers to hard work. Stacy is always climbing trees and is something of a tom-boy. They’ve rarely spoken to me since I came over to their house. Becky is always on her phone, and Stacy is usually doing something around the farm.

My brother Joe is a Junior in High School. He is outgoing and cocky, and everything I am not. He is a Linebacker on the Varsity football team. Joe never talks to me at school either. He is usually the first to make fun of me and pick on me for being scrawny. He and my father were inside the house, talking about Football. My dad is a huge supporter of the High School Football team. He wants Joe to get a scholarship to college. Dad expects me to get there due to my intellect.

Juliette shocked me when she bent over and picked up a black latex dildo shaped like a black guy’s cock. It was huge compared to my own dick. It was very realistic and had balls and everything! She smiled as she slid the cock between her legs and began to thrust her hips up and down. I was watching her fuck herself! I wasn’t sure if technically this was cheating on my father or not – but I liked what I was seeing. The water cascaded off her big tits as she mounted this thing and held it in place with one hand while playing with her stubby, hard nipples with the other.

“Danny? DANNY!” I was instantly shocked back into reality when I heard my father calling me. My first thought was that he must know what I was doing. I turned red and prepared to be in trouble. “Danny? Where are you, son?” my father yelled from Juliette’s front porch.

“Coming, Dad!” I yelled. I was ironically cumming in my jeans when I answered him. I adjusted my dick and ran over to him.

“Where have you been? What have you got all over your pants?” Dad looked at me in disgust. I know my Dad favors Joe and wishes I was athletic too. He loves me very much, but he doesn’t really understand me.

“I was just out playing,” I said, brushing my pants and hoping he didn’t realize I jizzed in my underwear.

When I came inside, Joe was sitting at the table, stuffing his face.

“Slow down, Champ!” my dad told him not to over-eat and that it was rude to eat before everyone else got to the table. “I’ve got some announcements to make,” my Dad smacked the bread out of Joe’s mouth.

I laughed, and Joe offered me a surly look and a growl but didn’t pick the bread back up to defy my father. Joe is tough, but he doesn’t challenge my father on anything. Tonight they were planning to leave for a Football Camp over the weekend. The entire reason we had come over was that my Dad didn’t want me to spend the weekend alone at the house. I’ve outgrown babysitters, but I’ve never been on my own for three days.

Dad said he had an announcement to make after dinner, and he wanted everything to be special. He told us both to be on our best manners.

“Why? Juliette’s daughters are total cunts to me,” Joe snickered.

Dad kicked Joe’s chair. He didn’t tell him not to call them that. He said just not to say anything like that during dinner. My dad has a sense of humor, and Joe does too. I assumed they were joking. I would never dare to say something like that to my father.

Becky and Stacy weren’t what I would consider cunts anyway. They both frequently complained, sighed, and rolled their eyes. They seemed stuck up and aloof most of the time at school. They kept to themselves but at home they were entirely different. They were much more talkative and animated. Stacy came across a little like an outdoorsy tom-boy and that surprised me too. I assumed girls had no interest in climbing trees or going outside but she was more at home outside than she was inside.

Stacy was usually a little more pleasant than her older sister, but the two of them bickered with each other more than they ever talked to my brother and me.

They were arguing over a blouse when they walked into the dining room. Becky claimed it was hers and that Stacy stole it, but Becky said it was always hers in the first place, and it looked better on her.

“Girls, we are going to have to have a talk about your attitude later tonight,” Juliette entered the room. She had a natural charisma that seemed to soak up all the attention when she entered a room. It may just have been my boyish hormones and the fact I just watched her hump herself with a sex toy in the shower, but I watched her delicious body as she sashayed over to my father and planted a kiss on him. He patted her butt.

My Dad hadn’t dated much since the divorce. At least, I didn’t know if he did or not. I seldom saw my mother after they separated. I don’t remember him ever being as openly affectionate with her as he was with Juliette.

“I am sure you will keep them in line while Joe and I are gone,” Dad smirked.

Becky and Juliette quietly set the table and served us dinner. They both glared at my Dad and their mom silently but didn’t challenge either of them.

“You’ll be staying with us all weekend, Danny,” Juliette said as she sat down. I blushed and looked away from her. “You sure you want to be around some sour bitches like us all weekend?” she asked.

I remembered my father said not to be inappropriate at dinner. I politely said that I didn’t mind being here without commenting further. I looked down at my plate to try to avoid her smirking gaze.

“Oh, you like sour bitches?” Juliette’s giggle was so sexy that people would probably call one of those 1-900 sex-lines just to hear it. I mumbled that I didn’t but Juliette wasn’t finished with me. She had a mischievous delight in her eyes but she was being friendly as she asked more questions that made me uncomfortable.

“Did you see anything exciting or interesting while you were out adventuring on my farm tonight?” Juliette asked as she took a sip of water. Her lips were wet and glossy from the water, and it reminded me of the water cascading down her body a few minutes earlier. I tried to hide my uncomfortable arousal. I felt like she was directly challenging me to admit that I peeped on her during her shower. My skin crawled, and a fresh wave of humiliation ran up my spine. I felt like Juliette suspected or knew what I had done. I felt so very guilty for watching her that I wanted to come clean and admit it. I felt like she was testing me to see if I was honest.

Becky and Stacy giggled a little and sat down with us.

I mumbled shyly that I had not seen anything interesting as I took some mash potatoes and gravy from a dish on the table.

“We aren’t shy around here, Danny. You can look at me when I talk. I know I am old and not very interesting,” Juliette smiled politely. I felt like she was toying with me now. If she knew what I had done, then she should be telling my Dad and calling me a creepy little weasel. I’d heard Becky use those exact words to describe me when I first arrived.

I apologized and took some pork chops and a long sip of water. I looked at her, but I tried to resist the temptation of looking at her low-cut top. Her cleavage was on full display, and she had some wonderful knockers. Joe was outright staring at her like he was hungry for her body. I felt ashamed to look at her – I didn’t want my Dad to think I was a pervert or gawking at his woman. I didn’t want anyone to think I was a pervert.

“I am not shy. I just uh, don’t like to talk,” I stuttered an excuse.

Stacy mocked the nervous and awkward way I answered her mother. Becky laughed and echoed her.

“That’s going to cost you later,” Juliette looked sharply at her daughters, and they quickly apologized and said nothing. Juliette let me off the hook and didn’t keep asking me questions. Instead, she focused on my father. She smiled at him, and I think they were playing footsie under the table. She smiled like she was having a small orgasm for a moment and sucked in some air after a long glance with him.

Stacy and Becky teased their mom for her strange behavior. Joe laughed too.

Dad thumped Joe on the back of his head with his thumb. It wasn’t hard, but it was hard enough for Joe to straighten up. The dinner continued politely after that, with everyone making polite conversation.

“Do you mind if I work tonight?” Juliette asked my father. I didn’t think it should be up to him whether she worked or not. I knew Juliette drove for Uber and Lyft, and she had to do what she had to do.

Dad said he didn’t mind. “Danny isn’t a baby. He doesn’t need constant supervision,” he said with confidence.

“It is my brats who need that,” Juliette was half-teasing and half-serious when she offered a lemony smile to her daughters.

“We will talk about that after Joe and I return on Sunday night,” Dad said.

“Oh? You are finally going to start spending more time over here?” Juliette asked him flirtatiously. Dad had been spending weekends at their house about once a month since they started dating, but this was the first time Joe and I were invited.

“You know it is funny that you mention that, Juliette Horley,” Dad said with a strange expression on his face. “I’ve been thinking a lot about something,” he said as he got down on one knee.

Juliette was as surprised as everyone else when my dad proposed. He did it in a very sweet way and offered her an engagement ring. She put her hands on her face in surprise, and her daughter’s squealed with delight for her happiness. “Oh, yes! A thousand times, yes!” she hopped up and down. Her boobs bounced up and down as she got excited. I tried not to think perverted thoughts during my father’s happy moment, but all I could do was imagine Juliette bouncing up and down on my dick with the same jubilant enthusiasm.

Juliette slipped the ring on her finger and kissed my father deeply while they embraced. They were obviously very well matched. My dad wasn’t the most handsome guy in the world. I’d say he looks like a scruffy version of Steve Gutenberg or Paul Rudd. I was genuinely happy for the both of them, and it caught me by surprise like everyone else.

Dad said that he’d take her down and have the ring “sized” properly after he got back from the Football Camp with Joe. It looked like it fit perfectly on her finger to me, though.

“So, does this mean they are moving in?” Becky was the first to realize that meant we’d soon be a family. She had a sour look on her face like she smelt something stinky.

Juliette looked at my father for an answer.

“My apartment in the city is way too small for your pigs and chickens and definitely not your horse, Beck” Dad smiled at her sarcastically. He looked at Juliette and said that he planned to move our things in.

“Did you boys know about any of this?” Juliette smiled at us impishly. She had a grin that reminded me of Samantha on Bewitched. It was the kind of expression like she knew the punchline to a funny joke that no one else could hear.

“No, they don’t know about any of the ways things are going to be, and I’d appreciate it if you wait to show them,” Dad smiled broadly.

I immediately suspected we’d have to work on this farm slopping the hogs and whatever it is that you do on a farm. Joe did too, and when he complained, my Dad said that we’d both learn to love it here.

I did not know if I should call Juliette Mom now or not. I didn’t want to ask anyone, and I hadn’t actually called her Juliette either. I noticed her daughters frequently called her Ma’am, so if I had to address her at all, that is what I said.

After Dinner, my dad disappeared with Juliette for a while and left us out in the living room with the girls.

“Nice going, twat-meister” Becky smacked her little sister as soon as the adults disappeared. “You got me in trouble with Mom by arguing about that blouse,” she stared petulantly at Stacy.

“Twat-meister, that is funny!” Joe laughed and interrupted the two girls bickering. They stopped briefly but didn’t reply to him. Their quiet stares seemed to be scolding him for eavesdropping on their argument. I liked how they dressed my brother down without saying a word. Then they continued to bicker with each other about whose fault it was that they were in trouble.

“Gosh, do you think Juliette is going to be strict with us?” I asked Joe while the girls traded barbs with one another.

“Who gives a shit? She isn’t my Mom, and if she tries to tell me what to do, I’ll take this foot,” he pointed to his left foot and promised he’d shove it up her ass. Joe liked to talk tough all the time.

“No, you won’t!” I insisted.

“Will too, Twat-Meister!” Joe laughed and applied to me the insulting nickname that he just heard the girls use. He made the sound of a whip with his mouth and asked me if I knew what that was. He didn’t wait for me to answer before telling me it was the pussy-whip and that I was definitely someone who could be whipped with it.

The girls giggled when they noticed him teasing me. They stopped fighting with one another and observed him lambaste me. Joe asked them if they thought what he was doing was funny. He was cocky like he thought he was irresistible.

“No, I was just thinking the closest you’ll ever come to a pussy is an imaginary whip that you hit your brother with,” Becky said and then high fived her sister. Stacy’s mouth fell open, and she stifled a laugh at my brother’s expense.

Joe was about to say something snarky back to them when my Dad returned from the bedroom. He was tucking his shirt back in like he was getting dressed. It was pretty obvious he probably had a last-minute quickie with Juliette before he had to leave. I didn’t blame him – she had extremely kissable lips.

I knew it was wrong for a son to think his step mom is hot. I felt guilty for my feelings but I was still very enamored with her. Juliette’s nature seemed so comfortable with her innate sexuality that it was probably difficult for anyone to ignore that about her.

“You are all going to be one big family. Everyone in the family has their roles to play,” Dad explained. “You may fight, you may bicker, but you are going have to learn to get along. Juliette has raised her girls by a set of rules, and I’ve raised you by my own set of rules. We are going to sit down when I get back and go over how all of that works. In the meantime, I want you to focus on this Football Camp. You worked hard to get there. You belong there with the all-star players in the county. I want you to think about your mission this weekend and only that until we get back,” he instructed Joe.

“Yes, Sir,” Joe agreed in a military fashion.

“Good, go get your bag and let’s bug out! We’ve got a long way to drive, and we have to be up early,” Dad said. It was still around 7pm, and it was already dark, but they would need to leave soon to check in to the camp.

“Danny, I want you to listen to Juliette and BEHAVE yourself,” he smiled at me proudly. He seemed unusually proud of me when he said that. “I understand you are naturally curious about this farm and want to explore all of it. I assure you that you’ll have that chance when I get back to satisfy your curiosity, Son,” he smiled at me.

My guilty conscience told me that Dad was sending me some coded signal that he knew I peeped on Juliette in the shower. My brain told me that it could not be happening, and it was just my imagination. If he even suspected I had tried to catch a glimpse of her while she was in the shower, he would have torn me a new asshole and grounded me for life. I smiled at him and said that I understood.

“That’s my boy,” Dad laughed and tousled my hair playfully. He kissed Juliette goodbye and told him to take really good care of me. He hugged both Becky and Stacy and squeezed them tightly before leaving with Joe.

“Alright, girls, I am going to give you one job, and that is to make sure that Danny is happy. Do you think you can do that?” she asked them.

“Yes, Ma’am,” they both answered reluctantly. Juliette tousled my hair just like my father. I felt a tingle all the way to my cock when she touched me. I should not be feeling so turned on by my future step-mom, but my hormones told my dick to start getting erect. Juliette had a very playful quality to her like she knew exactly what the power of her touch would have on a young boy like me, and she enjoyed my reaction.

Juliette left wearing a skimpy skirt and the same low-cut blouse she had on at dinner. I watched her sexy walk as her butt wiggled back and forth in the tight-fitting skirt.

“Put your eyes back in your head,” Stacy noticed I was staring at her mother. “Mom is just dressed like that for tips while she drives,” she said.

“What? I am not staring!” I was mortified that she noticed. In retrospect, it was pretty obvious I was staring at Juliette’s butt while she walked out the door.

“Oh please,” Becky laughed at me as she looked up from her phone. “We saw you and Joe at Dinner. You are both creepy boob watchers,” she sneered.

I was about to apologize or deny it, but Stacy told me that it was fine and that most boys are boob-watchers.

“What do you have to worry about? No one is looking at your itty-bitty-titties,” Becky teased her younger sister. Becky had big tits, but Stacy had normal-sized boobs for a girl her size and age. They were respectable sized-mounds. I didn’t know bra-sizes, but she definitely wasn’t flat-chested.

“Like your knee-shooters are anything to look at?” Stacy reached up to her sister’s tits and gave her nipples a friendly twist through her shirt.

Becky’s mouth went open with shock, and the two girls started to grapple in the living room. I have to admit I liked watching the two of them roll around on the floor. They were wearing tight-fitting shorts, and they were both hot. It was arousing watching them smack each other and roll around on the floor. They whispered obscenities in each other’s ears and giggled, so it wasn’t all that serious of a scuffle.

They stopped fighting after a few moments and collected their breath. “Stop staring at us, it is creepy as fuck,” Becky turned up her nose at me and sashayed out of the room.

“Don’t take Becky too seriously,” Stacy assured me that her sister was more bark than she was bite. She needed to recover after their knock-down-drag-out fight because Becky easily overpowered her. “We are going to be sharing a house. We are going to be in close quarters, and there isn’t a lot of privacy around here,” She said.

The house wasn’t that big, but I had been given my own room when I arrived. I noticed that there were almost no curtains earlier, and I assumed that was what she meant.

“Thank you for being nice to me,” I thanked her.

“Oh, I am not being nice,” Stacy smiled at me wickedly. “I was just stalling while Becky put shaving cream in your suitcase,” she laughed. The two girls must have conspired to play a gag on me while they were rolling around and whispering.

I ran to my room and saw Becky leaving quickly, holding a can of shaving gel. I ran into my room and saw that my bag had been filled with shaving cream.

“Totally worth it,” Becky said it would be worth getting in trouble to sabotage my only bag of belongings. “It looks like you came in your jeans, and now you don’t have a change of clothes!” she chuckled at me.

I was totally humiliated. I thought it had gone unnoticed, but obviously, the girls picked up on it.

“Oh look, he is turning beet red! Who does that remind you of?” Becky laughed as my face reflected my feelings of intense embarrassment.

“I don’t turn THAT red,” Stacy laughed. Becky assured her she did, and the two bickered playfully while admiring their little practical joke on me.

I felt powerless that I could do nothing about what just happened. They were girls, and I couldn’t punch them. Even if they were boys, I was too wimpy to try to kick anyone’s ass. “That was not very nice,” I said.

“That was not very nice,” Becky imitated my serious tone and held up her fingers like a Vulcan wishing someone long life and prosperity.

“No, it is more like this,” Stacy giggled and imitated my voice like I spoke with a foppish British accent “By Jove, you girls should not have placed shaving cream in my luggage. I shall tell on you both,” she chuckled.

Becky grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and pulled me close to her. “Mom hates tattle tales and snitches! If you come to her and tell her we did this, then you will regret it,” she threatened.

“What should I say? That I did to myself?” I asked them.

They both made fun of my high pitched voice and ignored my question. They skipped off playfully and ignored me.

I went into my room to sulk.

“Stay out of my panty drawers,” Stacy demanded through the door. It became obvious to me as I looked around the room I was in that It belonged to Stacy. It was very Spartan with almost no decoration. There was a small dresser, a desk, and a bed. The closet had some clothes in it.

I did rifle through her things, but I did so very carefully. I was angry about how they treated me. I thought about putting shaving cream in their things, but I knew Dad would not be happy if I retaliated. I found she had a lot of clothespins in her room. I didn’t’ think anyone still hung clothes out on a line to dry, but this was a farm after all. She also had a dildo of her own in the room. The red latex dildo was small, like a finger. I sniffed it – it smelled good.

That is when I heard laughter outside the window. I turned and saw the two faces of the girls looking through the window. They were peeping on me. “Do you like the smell of my butt?” Stacy asked wickedly through the window.

“Oh my god, he is such a little creep! I bet if we waited, he would have jerked off in your drawers,” Becky grinned.

I was mortified. I had been caught red-handed. I wasn’t angry at them for laughing at me. They were right – that was a very creepy thing to do, and I had no excuse and explanation. I assured them if they didn’t tell their mother about the dildo that I wouldn’t say anything about the shaving cream.

“He thinks that is a dildo,” Becky laughed at me for not knowing precisely what the proper term was for her sister’s sex toy. I was pretty naïve about sex in general, even though I was a tremendous porn aficionado. I had brought tons of it on my phone.

I noticed Stacy flicking through my unlocked phone and admiring my taste in unusual porn. “He likes bondage!” she said gleefully as she looked at photos of sexy slaves wearing leather bras with bindings on.

“Oh my! Let me see! Let me see!” Becky held out her hands for the phone. They played keep-away with me by tossing it back and forth. I warned them not to break my phone. I was more worried they would break it, and I’d definitely get in trouble.

“Such a cry, baby!” Stacy finally let me have my phone back after they were bored teasing me. “You don’t see us crying because we get in trouble. We take our lumps and never learn from it,” she admitted with pride.

“Enjoy looking at the girls in those photos. They are models who get paid to pretend to be somebody’s slave. Does that turn you on?” Stacy looked at me like I was a shameful display of manhood. I felt ashamed of my fetishes. In truth, I had no particular fondness for bondage. I collected all sorts of porn, and she just happened to find those pictures when she was scrolling through my collection.

“I bet he has cuckold porn! I bet he likes being whipped!” Becky theorized.

“Do you like getting whipped? We’ve got a ping pong paddle in the living room if you want to pass the time?” Stacy offered. I did not like pain or getting whipped.

Strangely, a part of me was tempted to say yes just because two pretty girls showing ANY attention to my body would be better than no attention. I felt they were teasing me, though, and not serious about the offer. I told them to leave me alone.

“Oh, you are no fun!” Becky tousled my hair the way my father had except in a patronizing way, and the two girls left me alone. They may bicker when they are alone, but when they have a common enemy, the two of them had teamed up against me in perfect solidarity.

I couldn’t help but wonder if I had been tested and found lacking. They may have been wanting to see if I would stand up to them or if I could take their jokes and teasing and give it right back to them the same way. I felt jealous that my gregarious older brother probably would have passed that test. I had folded and come across like a fastidious, shy little nerd, though. I didn’t like to take risks because it made me worry about the possibility of getting in trouble.

The moment had passed for me to call out the girls and stand up to them. If I went looking for them after they left my room and tried, they would have just laughed at me. I focused instead on trying to clean the shaving cream off my clothes. I took my sticky clothes to the bathroom and started washing them out in the sink. I would need to wash the cum out of my jeans as well.