Becoming Her Stepdad's Slave

Lena dried her wet hands and looked around. She was done cleaning the kitchen, but still had a list of chores to do. She was trying to keep up the house for her newest step-father, Kyle. Her mom, Sherry, had already bailed on them. She had taken off not more than six months after marrying him. But Lena was used to it. Her mom had been in and out of men's houses her whole life. It wasn't unusual for her to leave Lena with her new "family". She got good at cleaning up her mom's messes. In this case, quite literally.

When Sherry had met Kyle, she had followed her pattern and quickly moved in with him, Lena in tow. Sherry and Kyle got married when Lena was 19. She knew she was lucky he was letting her stay with them, newly married. Lena had just turned 20 when Sherry skipped out again.

Lena had hoped she'd never have to stay in one of her stepdad's houses as an adult, but she just wasn't ready for the real world yet. She didn't want to go to school and she didn't want to work either. All her life, her mom had been inconsistent and impulsive, so it was no shock to Lena she had left her here. Her new stepdad was still letting her live there, even with Sherry being gone. He hadn't even asked for rent. But Lena didn't want to rely on his kindness too long, so she earned her keep by being helpful. She tried to be as useful as possible to both Kyle and his son, Jackson.

Her stepbrother had come home from college for summer break two weeks ago. She knew by the way he was praised by his father in the year she had lived here that he was a Golden Boy and could do no wrong. But it was new to live with him, he hadn't come home last summer. So now there were two large men she was sharing a home with, and she hardly knew them. She just committed to doing her best to keep up after them.

When Jackson had gotten back, Lena was dumbstruck. She had seen pictures of him, but They'd never actually met. He was much taller than she expected, easily 6'4" compared to her stepdad's height of 6 feet. They both had the dark and handsome thing going for them. Short, dark hair with wide shoulders and chiseled faces. They both had denim blue eyes. She could understand why her mom wanted Kyle, he was hard to ignore. But she also knew that she wouldn't stick around. And here she was trying to make up for her mom's bad behavior.

Kyle came in through the back door. He had been mowing the yard and pulled off his shirt, sweat dripping down his face and barrel chest. he looked around at the clean kitchen and nodded approvingly.

He met Lena's eyes and said, "The kitchen looks great, honey. I really appreciate all your hard work."

Lena smiled and whispered, "No problem."

He looked at her again, sternness edged with pity in his eyes, and said, "You're such a pretty girl, you know I don't understand why you have to speak so quietly. You should speak with confidence. Look at you!"

He took that moment to gaze fully up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. She had caught him doing this before but she tried to ignore it.

"I also don't understand the clothes you drown in. You know you should really dress for what your body allows you to. I bet you have a great figure under all that. You should be wearing more form-fitting clothes and showing off your body. It's what beautiful young women like you do," Kyle said as he grabbed and tugged at her clothes.

Lena's face always went red when he talked to her like this. He had even once offered to buy her all new clothes if she would just wear something more "appropriate" for her age. She tended to wear loose baggy clothes to avoid attention. Her mother had been in the room when he said that. She had huffed and rolled her eyes when he offered.

"Thank you," she said quietly and scooted away. She was walking down the hallway to her room when Jackson's door opened and he stepped out in front of her looming over her. She was only 5'6", so he was almost a foot taller than her. They bumped into each other before she could stop herself. He grabbed onto her shoulders, casually running his thumbs back and forth.

"Sorry about that," he said, still rubbing her shoulders. "I'm glad I ran into you. I wanted to let you know I'll be gone a lot today. Are you going to be doing anything fun? "

Lena lowered her eyes and shook her head no. She could hardly get full sentences out when coming face to face with Jackson, he was just that good looking. He chuckled lowly and dropped his hands to her waist, rotating her to the side so he could walk past her.

"Dad wanted me to wash his laundry since he couldn't get to it, but I have a job interview this afternoon for the summer break. I figured you'd be home, would you mind doing that?" Jackson said over his shoulder, adjusting his shirt in the hallway mirror.

"Of course," she said quickly. "Truly, no problem."

He patted her head, smiled at her and said, "You're the best Lena, thank you." With that he walked away.

Lena went to her bedroom, intending to waste time to ensure Kyle had left the house before she gathered his laundry. After about 30 minutes, she headed to his room. It was early afternoon and he typically had coaching duties at the high school. She changed into some shorts and a loose tank to beat the heat of the day. She rarely even wore shorts around the house if she wasn't alone but the house was stifling. The air conditioner was shot but the repairman hadn't made it by yet.

Lena walked to her stepfather's room. The door was ajar so she opened it and walked in. She froze when she realized he was standing in the middle of the room with no clothes on, his toned body in profile to her. He was looking in the closet mirror. She dropped the basket she was carrying when she realized he was fully erect and had one hand on his cock, rubbing languidly. She quickly turned beat red, spun around and scrambled from the room. She ran to her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Seconds later she heard him pound down the hallway towards her door. "Damnit Lena, I'm sorry you saw that, but I didn't know you were coming into my room," He awkwardly called through the door.

She was too embarrassed to answer. He continued, "Lena come out and let's talk about this."

Did he even stop to put clothes on?

I'd die of embarrassment,

she thought and frantically replied, "No need! I'm so sorry, it won't happen again!"

She heard him sigh. "Lena, please, I just want to explain to you." He waited, but again she was quiet. He continued, "I miss your mom and, well, I was thinking about her."

Oh dear god,

she thought. He just made it worse. She didn't need to know he was jacking off thinking of her mom. He was so

huge

. How did he not hurt her tiny mom? And why was she thinking about that now? She groaned quietly, ashamed at her own thoughts.

Why am I thinking about what he looked like?

He sighed once more, this time padding back to his room. An image of his rock hard body and even harder- she stopped that train of thought before it left the station. But before she could stop herself, she very quietly opened the door to sneak a peak, but he was already back in his room.

~

The next day, Lena woke early so she could leave the house before she had any contact with Kyle. She did the grocery shopping and picked up Kyle's dry cleaning. After some time, she couldn't conjure any more ideas for errands, so she was back much sooner than she wanted. Kyle was still home. She walked in and tried to avoid his eyes.

She swore she saw a small smirk on his face when she did glance at him from the corner of her eyes. He finally cleared his throat and said firmly, "Look at me."

He reached out to her face and lifted her chin so their eyes met. She was surprised he had touched her. Even more surprised at the jolt that went through her. He said slowly, "I'm so sorry. I didn't think you would walk in like that."

Lena lowered her eyes, though he still held her face up. "It's OK," she said, barely audible. Her face was getting increasingly crimson. The second he dropped his hand, she hurried off to her room, her embarrassment raging.

~

The next day was much of the same. She started by getting things cleaned up and prepping some food for their evening meal. She wanted to have most of the cleaning done before Jackson got up. He had been sleeping into the late morning, so hopefully she'd be able to disappear when he got up.

She realized she wouldn't be so lucky when she started to hear noises from the laundry room. He was awake. He startled her when he began to yell for her.

"Lena get in here! I don't know what I did!" he called.

Lena hurried to the laundry room where she found his tall figure hunched over the washing machine with a bleached black shirt in his hands.

"I wanted to help you out and do something nice for you since you did dad's clothes. But I may have messed up," Jackson didn't sound exactly regretful.

Lena looked into the tub basin. It looked like the majority of her clothes. They were easy to spot as most of them were black and loosely fitted. Every garment in the machine had huge white spots. Her eyes got huge when she realized that Jackson had used bleach on her clothes. Now they were all ruined.

"This is everything?" she asked.

He nodded. Lena stood there, shocked. She looked down at what she was wearing. They were just her ratty clothes she cleans in. What should she do? She has no clothes now.

His face lit up as if getting an idea. "Some of your mom's clothes are still here. She's your size, isn't she?" A small smile bit at each side of his face, as if he was trying not to laugh.

He wanted her to just wear her mom's clothes? They were the same height, yes. But where Sherry was slimmer and tight, Lena was curvier in the chest and rear with a small but soft waist. She thought about her mom's clothes. most of them were short, tight, and cropped. In fact, she couldn't think of one piece of clothing her mom owned that she would be comfortable wearing. They would squeeze her tits and ass. She's not sure her mom's clothes could contain her.

"I can't wear my mom's clothes," Lena said slowly.

"Why not?" He asked.

"Because... Well... they won't fit. They're too tight," she finally ended on.

Jackson's smile grew. In his deep baritone he said, "Your body is just like hers. They would fit, you just wouldn't be comfortable." He teased her as his eyes took a second to roam up and down her body. "At least from what I can tell underneath all that fabric."

He extended his hand and swatted playfully at her shirt, pulling it forward a little bit. He played with the hem and lifted it enough to see a sliver of her stomach. She stepped back from him, trying to create some space between their suddenly close bodies.

"I'm just not used to showing myself off like she is," Lena finally admitted. "It makes me uncomfortable."

Jackson looked at her while she fidgeted under his gaze. He stood up and said, "Well, I'm throwing all of these away. They're ruined. Maybe my dad will get you some new clothes, but right now I think you should just wear your mom's stuff."

Lena had no intention of wearing her mom's slutty idea of fashion, so she bent down to grab her ruined clothes and throw them into the dryer. Jackson gently but firmly pushed her aside and looked down at her, his gaze dark. He practically growled, "I'm not letting you wear these. These are awful even before I ruined them." He turned around and left the laundry room with her clothes in hand headed for the trash can outside.

Lena couldn't believe what had just happened. Had he done that on purpose? He seemed mad at her because she said she didn't want to wear her mom's clothes. She knew she had to give in. She didn't have a choice but to placate the men of this house.

Lena, resigned to her fate, trudged into her stepfather and mother's room and closed the door. She began to rifle through Sherry's clothes to find something to wear. The best she could come up with was a pair of shorts that barely covered her full ass and a midriff shirt that stretched tautly across her chest. The only tops that didn't show her belly were very low cut. With Lena's large breasts, it was almost obscene how far up her cleavage would be.

She quickly looked at herself in the mirror and assessed her reflection. She knew she was a good looking woman. She had long dark hair and bright green eyes. She knew her body was what dreams are made of for most guys. She just hated it. She was not used to showing it off. She didn't want to be like her mom and encourage men to look at her. In fact, she wished she could blend into the background.

She sighed dejectedly and walked out of the room, forgetting her clothes piled on the floor in the room. She decided to catch up on her emails before getting back to work on prepping dinner. Kyle would be back soon and she wanted to make sure that he had food as soon as he got home.

She realized she didn't want to ruin her mom's clothes, so she decided to change back into what she had worn this morning. She remembered she left the clothes in Kyle's room. She walked to his room, but the floor was clear, no clothes anywhere.

That's weird,

she thought. She looked more thoroughly, but still didn't see the baggy shorts and shirt.

Did Jackson take them too?

With a suspicion he had, she had no choice but to leave her current outfit on while working on dinner.

At first, she was very uncomfortable in the outfit. But as she got involved with her complicated meal of Chicken Cordon Bleu, she soon forgot to be self-conscious. She found herself humming, feeling different. At least she could keep cooler in the still-hot house with less clothes on. She was walking past the patio sliding door when she was startled by the reflection of herself in the glass. She was red and slightly sweaty from working so hard. Her hair was shiny and loosely hanging around her bare shoulders, piling up on her large chest. Her legs were shapely and led up to her round ass, filling out her mom's tiny shorts. She realized her body really

was

quite nice. Since she could see it, she was able to appreciate it for a second.

But that second quickly passed as she heard the front door open and Kyle walking in. She quickly threw her arms around her chest and made a beeline for her room. She was behind her closed door before she realized she had to go back out. And she had nothing to wear but this getup.

Embarrassed, she slowly walked back into the kitchen. He was setting his keys down onto the table, no doubt knowing she would pick up after him. He walked up to the stove, took a deep whiff of the food cooking and rubbed his belly. "Where is my favorite girl?" he said to himself. He turned around and froze, finally noticing she was in the kitchen with him.

His favorite girl?

Was her mom supposed to be back? Lena wasn't sure, but she quickly moved past him to the stove, trying not to look like she had heard him.

As she passed, his eyes followed her the entire way. He noticed her outfit, but said nothing. Every step she took made her large tits jiggle. Even completely covered as they were, the fabric of her shirt stretched so tightly across her chest that it was see-through, showing the outline of her bra and the bounce of her soft flesh. He had never seen her show her stomach. It was still perfect, a holdout from her teenage years no doubt. Her skin was honey toned and smooth, just begging to be touched. As she walked behind him and his gaze followed, it was drawn to her bubble butt, both ass cheeks just barely peeking out of the bottom of her denim shorts. There were holes strategically placed to show more skin in the delicate areas of her body.

Lena could feel his hot gaze all over her. She rigidly stood in front of the stove, trying to catch her breath. She was so flustered from having to dress so minimally in front of Kyle that she was frozen.

Kyle cleared his throat, "Did you take my advice and finally find better clothes? You look amazing honey, you're going to get taken away from us, looking like that. Come here."

Kyle leaned in, spun her around and drew her in for a hug. She knew he must have meant it to be fatherly, but his hand wandered down to her ass and left it there. His other hand pulled her tight and rubbed her bare back along where the shirt didn't cover her. He held on a lot longer than any hug he had given her before.

She hugged him back, enjoying the affection. But as she grew more self-conscious, she pulled back. "I made dinner for everyone," she offered, pointing at the meal.

"Thank you Lena, you're such a good girl," again, he reached out for another touch of her belly.

She blushed when he called her good girl. She looked up curiously. Maybe she was imagining his intense look. And the heat radiating off him. She couldn't tell.

Kyle called Jackson to the table for dinner and they all sat down to eat. She sat across from the handsome duo, trying to focus on her food and not them. She still felt painfully aware of her revealing clothing.

"So dad, what do you think of Lena's sexy new look?" Jackson asked Kyle out of the blue.

Lena startled and dropped her fork, the food halfway to her mouth when she did so. A piece of chicken bounced onto the table and fell to the floor. She sat there, her mouth wide open, watching it roll away.

Both men chuckled. She scrambled out of her seat to pick up the errant piece of meat. She leaned over at the waist, forgetting that her ass would inevitably be on full display in her mom's shorts. She was so nervous, she accidentally flicked the meat with her finger when she reached for it and it flung under the refrigerator. Getting more and more flustered, she dropped to her knees and crawled across the kitchen, bending down to look under the refrigerator. Her ass was straight up in the air and testing the tenacity of the small swatch of fabric covering her southern lips and dipping in between her ass cheeks.

When she finally secured the bit, she stood up and turned back to the table.

The two men sat quietly at the table, staring down at her. Kyle still held his fork halfway to his mouth, as if forgotten. Jackson had both his hands gripped into tight fists and resting on the table. Both of their eyes had gone hooded and dark as they watched the performance she didn't even realize she was giving.

"Sorry about that..." she said, trailing off.

Kyle shook his head, as if clearing his mind and said, "I really like the new clothes. Those shorts... they look amazing on you. Isn't that your mom's shirt?"

She nodded her head yes, staring at her food intently. "All my clothes got ruined. I had to wear something from her closet," She said. She raised her eyes and glanced quickly at Jackson. Him and his dad were smiling at each other. She looked back down.

"Well, I'm happy to get you new clothes, you know that. I'll take you. Soon," Kyle said.

"Thank you sir," Lena acqiuesced, not sure why she went so formal when she addressed him.

"Sir? I like that! Sir... yes, let's keep that up," Kyle nodded at Lena.

Okay...

Lena thought.

"Lena, I'd like you to clean the hot tub tomorrow. Its time for that."

Lena wasn't sure how to and almost asked, but then thought better of it. "Yes sir." She finally said.

Kyle smiled and tilted his head at her, "Good girl."

~

The next day, Lena got up and dutifully tackled cleaning the hot tub. Kyle had shown her how to empty the water and instructed her to get in and scrub the walls and jets to be thorough.

Kyle's house was pretty nice. It had a small basketball court next to the pool and hot tub. Jackson and Kyle hung out in the backyard the entire time she was cleaning. They both had beers and were on and off the court shooting hoops. She wore another outfit out of her mom's closet today, this time opting for a full length, white halter top that wouldn't ride up when she bent over into the hot tub. But that meant her tits where practically hanging out of her shirt. She didn't even have a bra to secure them in place, her mom's bras didn't fit her. She opted to wear the bottoms to one of her mom's swimsuits. They were the only boy cut bottoms that her mom owned, so Lena settled for those.