Chapter 1

“Please, My Lord, please fuck me! I can’t stand it anymore! I need you to make me cum on your hard cock! I need you to cum inside me and fill me with your cock juice! Please, I beg you to fuck me and put out this fire in my hot, horny pussy! Please, my Lord and Master, fulfill my purpose: take my virginity and give me a baby!!”

I looked down at the strawberry blonde on her hands and knees before me, begging me to fuck her. In less than 72 hours, I’d done it. I’d taken my prim and proper stepsister, Rachelle, the Purity Pledge Ambassador for her school and turned her into a horny little cunt, begging me to take her most precious gift, her virginity and put a baby in her. All while her bitch of a mother watches from across the room. I’m gonna do it too, just like I told the bitch I would. Let me tell you how this all came to be.

First, my name is Zackery Lendi, and I’m a certified genius. No seriously, I graduated from high school at fifteen and had graduated from University with three degrees by my 18th birthday one in Psychology, one in Finance, which was the one my father wanted me to have, so I’d be ready to take over his legacy someday. My dad is indeed that Lendi as in Lendi Financial group. Then my last degree was in biochemistry, which had always fascinated me. Looks wise I’m about average. I mean, I’m not a Hollywood leading man/Model handsome, but I’m not cringe worthy. I am in shape with a few well-defined muscles, think Lacrosse player; not gym rat. I was a bit of a social outcast because, well; I was always several years younger than my classmates. But I was rich and because of the worst time in my life, I was wealthy without depending on my dad, thank God. You see, my mom, who was from an old money family, died when I was ten and left all her family’s money to me in a trust I inherited in two installments. The first installment when I was 18, the second just a few months ago when I turned 21.

The big downside to my life came about the time I graduated from high school. See, my dad had been alone for three years, but started dating this woman when I was fourteen. On my fifteenth birthday, he brought her to our home, along with her twelve-year-old daughter. They informed me that Dad was engaged to the woman named Ruth. After the wedding, she and her daughter, Rachelle, would move in and become my stepmother and stepsister.

My new stepmom was, looks wise, what is called a Trophy wife. Long blonde hair, full pouty lips, the biggest tits I’d ever seen at fifteen, and well, the ass to go with them sat on top of long toned legs. However sophisticated, Ruth wasn’t. She was a prude, to be honest, but a lovely-looking country prude. She was immersed in her church, and religion was what she lived and breathed. Her daughter, on the other hand, was pretty in the girl next door, way. Her hair was more of a strawberry blonde. She was only twelve at the time, but her breasts were already starting to grow, and she was pretty. She was also very into something I’d never heard of before. Apparently, the youth group at their church practiced something called the Purity Movement. Most churches preach abstinence before marriage, but this church went way beyond that. They believed that a couple’s first kiss should be the one they have at the end of their wedding. There was no dating, only courting in groups; and no male-female touching, not even holding hands. To me, it was just strange, and I never fit with any of them, including my stepsister.

Worse, once I started college even at fifteen, I was seeing couples living the college adventure complete with all the sexual experimentation that came with them. This led to the second big surprise in my life. Despite being a financial shark, my father was undoubtedly the Alpha male at work; at home, my stepmother had him wrapped around her little finger. He did anything she asked of him.

She made all the decisions, and what she said was the law. Probably another reason we didn’t get along. I was strong-willed and smart and saw some of her beliefs and actions as stupid. However, like a lot of guys with my IQ level; I was socially inept and didn’t do well at being tactful. We butted heads often and violently. Mostly, I think Ruth’s problem was I had this wealth that she couldn’t get any access to thanks to my trust fund. As the years went by, my stepsister went from pretty to gorgeous, but she also became the spokesperson for the Purity Program fully buying into staying perfectly pure before marriage. When I turned eighteen, my dad called me into his home office. He congratulated me on my graduating University with three degrees. With his next breath, he informed me I had a month to use my trust fund to move out of the house. The reason; Ruth felt that having a grown man corrupted by college life living in the house would be detrimental to Rachelle’s purity mindset. That was when Dad and I had a conversation that set me on the path I found myself on today.