Chapter 1

"I'm worried about Millie," Nick said as he reclined against the pillows and watched his wife to be getting ready to join him.

"Of course you are dear, she's your daughter. I wouldn't dream of marrying a man who wasn't concerned about his daughter under these circumstances." Judith stood up from the dressing table and walked over to the bed, her sheer flowing robe accentuating rather than hiding her startling physical beauty.

"She came to me yesterday sobbing and begging me not to go through with this." The brief flash of anger on Judith's face was missed by Nick as she dropped her robe and slid, naked, into the bed beside him. By the time his eyes found there way back to Judith's face he could see nothing except her deep concern for the well being of her soon to be stepdaughter.

"That's perfectly understandable," Judith said with a soft soothing, and seductive, voice. "For the last seven years she's had her daddy all to herself." Judith rolled onto her side and placed her right leg over Nick's leg and her right hand on his chest, with such expert casualness that Nick would never have guessed that her pubic hair tickling his hip and her thigh teasing his cock, were anything other than lucky accidents.

"It's going to take awhile for her to get used to having to share her Prince with me and my daughters." Nick looked at the naked woman lying next to him and could not believe that this exquisite body had given birth to three daughters. Judith moved her leg up, stroking his cock more forcefully with her thigh and pressing the warmth of her crotch more provocatively against Nick's hip as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"My daughters and I understand how rough this is going to be on Millie," another seemingly innocent adjustment of her position further stimulated her future husband's hardening cock and pressed her warm, wet pussy directly against him. Judith knew this conversation would be ending soon.

"All four of us are eager to help Millie adjust both to family life and to her other problem."

"Are you sure about Millie's, ah, orientation?" Judith's right hand moved down across Nick's belly and firmly grasped his now fully erect cock.

"Women notice these things, we don't condemn her for it, we just want to help her accept it." The subtle perversity of slowly caressing Nick's hard cock while discussing his fourteen-year-old daughter's sexuality was not lost on Judith.

"Now you just relax," Judith said as she rearranged her body to bring her mouth closer to the hard cock in her hand, "you just leave everything to me. Just lay back and let your little slave girl suck on this big monster." Judith took her husband-to-be's cock completely into her mouth while she worked the underside of his cock head with her skilled tongue. His deep guttural moan told Judith all she needed to know about his willingness to leave everything in her capable hands.

Millie sat cross legged on her bed with the white, terry cloth robe pulled tightly around her body. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she held her arms across her stomach and rocked slowly forward and backward. How could he not see what was going on? She kept asking herself. She wasn't sure she could stand living with that monster and the three monsters in training called her daughters. Millie knew that life as she knew it was over, her only hope was to hang on until her daddy came to his senses and kicked this gold digging gang of low class sluts out of their life.

Millie's head was still spinning from how fast it had all happened. One day she was living with her daddy just like she had been for fourteen years, then the next day everything crumbled around her when her father announced that not only did he have a girl friend, but he was going to marry her and they would be moving into a new house that he had just bought for his fiance and her three daughters.

Millie quickly wiped the tears from her cheeks when Tami, her new 'roommate' walked through the door wearing nothing but a bath towel wrapped under her armpits. Even though Tami was the youngest of her soon to be stepsisters, she was still a year older than Millie. To the best of Millie's memory this is the first time she had to share a bedroom with someone else. The thought that she'd never have a room to herself again added to Millie's depression.

As soon as the door closed Tami let the bath towel drop to the floor then changed the station on Millie's radio and danced naked around the room as she brushed her hair. Millie read her book and tried to ignore the naked. She was even willing to not make a fuss about her changing the station on the radio without at least asking her first.

"Would you please stop that and put some clothes on for god's sake," Millie said slamming her book shut when she could no longer stand the other girl's choice of music or her uninhibited naked dancing.

"Why?" Tami asked as she came to a stop right in front of Millie and with her hands over her head and her feet spread, slowly moved her hips in exaggerated circles. "Is it turning you on?"

"God no, why would it turn me on?" In truth Millie was doing her best not to think about the area between Tami's legs or the disgusting things she had probably allowed boys to do with it.

"Well, you don't go out with boys so we figured you had to be a lezzy." Tami stepped closer to Millie and thrust her crotch forward. "Hey, it's ok if you like to lick girls I've done it once or twice myself."

"Get away from me," Millie yelled pushing Tami away from her bed. Millie dropped her book, got off her bed and, clutching her robe tightly around her, dashed from the room. With tears streaming from her eyes, Millie ran through the hose to the 'parent's wing'. Forgetting the new rule that everyone always had to knock and wait to be invited in before entering any of the other bedrooms, Millie grabbed the knob of her father and his slut-wife-to-be's bedroom and tried to turn it. When she found the knob locked, Millie banged on the door with both fists.

"Daddy," she yelled, "daddy, please." She continued banging on the door until it was opened and Judith, wearing a robe Millie found to be scandalously revealing even for a wife to wear with her husband.

"What do you want?" The icy, menacing chill in Judith's voice made Millie step away from the door. She felt an overwhelming desire to run, but there was no safety to be found in this house.

"I want to talk to my father," Millie demanded after mustering her courage.

"Why? You want to weep and sob like a little baby again while you beg him not to marry me?" Millie staggered back, she felt like she'd been kicked in the stomach while her thoughts, such as they were raced around in circles in her mind. How could he? She thought over and over again, how could he have shared their private talk with this horrid person?

"Surely you don't think your 'daddy' can keep any secrets from me?" Judith asked with what Millie believed to be the vilest grin she'd ever seen. Millie had never felt so betrayed in her life, she could not even trust her father to keep her confidences while this woman was around.

"Especially when I have his hard cock in my mouth." Millie took several deep breaths trying to stave off the hyperventilation that would be caused by the panic attack she could feel swamping her ability to think clearly. Never in her life had she ever imagined her father with a penis of any kind, much less a gross 'hard cock'.

"So my dear, innocent little Millie," Even though Judith had her arm around Millie supporting her, her voice seemed coming from somewhere far away, "unless you are willing to start sucking your daddy's cock, he's going to be under my control." Millie felt her legs give out and thought she was going to fall to the floor, but Judith's strong arms supported her and held her against the hallway wall. As the first wave of panic passed and Millie's eyes focused, she realized that her stepmother-to-be was holding her by the neck and had opened her robe. Millie tried to push Judith's hands away and close her robe again.

"You've got a nice body," Judith announced as she examined Millie. Other than doctors no one had seen Millie naked since her mother died seven years ago.

"You won't have any trouble finding a girl friend to keep you happy." Millie shook her head, she wanted to scream at her tormentor that she wasn't a lesbian, but the hand on her throat cut off her speech. Millie renewed her struggle when she felt Judith's hand on her breast.

"I like young firm breasts," she said softly with her mouth close to Millie's ear, "my daughters and I are all going to help you accept your lesbianism." Millie shook her head again, silently denying Judith's conviction about her sexuality.

"We will teach you how to make love to other women so you'll be ready to satisfy your girlfriend after you find her." Judith released her grip on Millie's throat and, while the girl struggled to regain her breath, stripped the terry cloth robe from her body.

"Now go back to your room 'Little Lezzy' and get some sleep. We have a wedding rehearsal tomorrow. After Judith returned to the room she shared with Millie's father, Millie slumped to the floor and with her back against the hallway wall tried to cover her naked body with her hands while she silently wept. For fourteen years Millie had lived with the comforting knowledge that she was under the protection of her father and that he would give everything, even his life, to keep her safe. Now it had become clear to her that talking to her father was the same as talking to Judith. Millie had no one she could confide in. There was not a single person on her side. As long as Judith held her father virtually enslaved by her sexuality Millie was without protection.

Millie stayed in the hallway until the night chill became too much for her naked body then, standing and stretching her stiff joints, she made her way back through the house to the bedroom she was forced to share with the youngest of her enemies. She opened the door as quietly as she could then closed it behind her. Using only the night light for illumination walked to her dresser where she pulled a pair of panties and a nightshirt from the second drawer. After pulling the night shirt over her head, Millie bent over, stepped into her panties and pulled them up her legs. She barely suppressed a scream when something cold, wet, and sticky was smashed up against her pussy. Millie ignored the giggles coming from the other bed as she removed her soiled panties then used them to wipe her crotch clean before climbing into her bed and hiding under her covers while she cried herself to sleep.

When Millie woke up the next morning she was alone in the room. She lay in bed not wanting to face the first day as a member of a 'blended' family, until there was a loud nock on the door followed by Judith's voice telling her it was time for breakfast. Millie moaned, she had forgotten that it was 'decided' the night before that the whole family would eat their first breakfast in their new home together.

"I'm coming," Millie yelled back as she pulled the covers aside and sat up. After changing into a sweat shirt and a pair of sweat pants Millie wandered, some what reluctantly, to the kitchen.

"What the..." Millie let her statement die mid sentence as she took in the scene. Her father was setting at the far end of the table and every one of her soon to be step relatives were wearing matching 'baby doll' nightgowns. Not just her forty something step monster to be, but also her nineteen, seventeen and fifteen year old future stepsisters were wearing short, frilly semi see through tops that were not long enough to hide the equally frilly and equally semi see through panties. She couldn't believe that her father was sitting there with a big silly grin on his face while his wife to be and her daughters walked around the kitchen with their nipples and even their pubic hair faintly visible.

"You just get right back to your room and put on the baby dolls I left there for you," Judith grinned, obviously enjoying Millie's discomfort, "we want all of Nick's 'girls' to match this morning." Millie looked to her father, beseeching him with her eyes to save her from this humiliation.

"Go on honey," Nick said, "Judith is just making sure everyone feels like they fit in." Millie stomped back to her room with fresh tears welling up in her eyes. She could not believe that her father bought that 'everyone fitting in' malarkey. How could he even consider making her wear clothing that would allow him to see her body displayed in such an obscene manner? Was he really that oblivious to how slutty they all looked? Millie picked up the clothes, if that's what you wanted to call them, which were left on her dresser. She considered just refusing to go along with their demands, but the memory of being pinned against the wall by Judith's surprisingly strong hand the night before convinced her to acquiesce to these unreasonable demands, at least for the present.

"Did you notice how she wants to hide her body under baggy clothes?" Judith asked Nick as soon as his daughter left the kitchen.

"She's always been that way," Nick responded, "I thought it was just normal teenage girl behavior." As he talked Balinda, the oldest of Judith's daughters placed a cup of coffee in front of him and, in the process practically pressed one of her semi visible nipples against his cheek.

"Trying to hide her body is typical of a girl who hasn't come to peace with her sexuality." Judith advised as she slipped between her future husband and the table then sat in his lap. "Feed me breakfast," she purred in his ear."

Millie made the mistake of looking in the mirror before she left her shared bedroom. There was no way she was going to parade around in front of her father wearing an outfit like this. The top and the panties were even more see through than the ones Judith and her slut daughters were wearing. She was just starting to remove the disgusting 'baby dolls' when Balinda and Faye, Balinda's seventeen year old sister, came into the room totally ignoring the 'knock first' rule that their mother claimed she insisted on.

"Come on Little Lezzy, everyone's waiting for you," Balinda said as they each took one of Millie's arms and, ignoring her protests, walked her out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.

"You may not want to dress sexy for males," Faye said as the walked along beside Millie, still clutching her arms, "but you're going to have to learn to wear sexy clothes if you want to get a girl friend."

"I am not a lesbian," Millie protested, stopping in the middle of the hallway, "I have a boy friend."

"Every lesbian goes through a period when they try to be normal and have boy friends." Balinda responded as she and Faye urged Millie to keep walking.

"But don't worry Little Lezzy," Faye said as the paused just outside the kitchen door while she adjusted Millie's hair, moving strands of it off her face in a manner that seemed a little too intimate to Millie, "we've talked to your father about it and he understands the turmoil your going through trying to accept your sexual orientation. He knows we're going to help you adjust to being a lesbian."

"Here she is," Balinda said as they stepped into the kitchen, practically dragging Millie into the room between them. Millie's mind was reeling, and her confusion was not helped by seeing Judith sitting in her father's lap while her father fed Judith from his plate. She would have sworn that she saw his father's hand release his wife to be's breast and slip out from under her baby doll top just as Millie stepped into the room. Was her father really playing with Tami's mother's breast while Tami watched them?

"You're the youngest," Judith said to Millie as she climbed off Nick's lap, "so you will serve us this morning, then each morning we'll have a different server." Judith sat in the chair next to Millie's father. "I've already served Nick, so all you have to do is serve the rest of us." Great, Millie thought as she crossed to the stove and started dishing eggs, potatoes and sausage onto a plate for Judith, I've just been turned into a servant. Even more embarrassing than having to carry plates of food to her evil step relatives was the way her father pretended not to notice her attire while he starred at her practically naked breasts and especially at the patch of pubic hair that she knew was plainly visible through the shear panties she was being forced to wear. She could feel her face burning with increased heat every time she caught him looking at her. His quickly glancing away each time made it even worse by accentuating the 'dirty-ness' of the situation in her mind.