Ps, I would like to thank DRGriffin for all his help in editing.
A note to all my readers; someone commented that my stories were all the same. Without getting into a lot of detail, I watched an episode of the "Walton's" on TV. An experienced writer told Johnboy, "Don't write about Chicago or New York. Write what you know about." I took that to heart, using a fictional 800 students that is 800 different fictional stories. Are there commonalities? Sure, but they are different lives with different stories.
This seven part story is a reverse story of one I wrote but never posted. It is complete and as soon as my editor returns the parts to me I will load them. 72 hours later they will be there for your viewing pleasure.
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Chapter 1
Our story begins in a small community in Nova Scotia called Chester. This was one of those bedroom type communities which 100 yrs ago was a fishing community. As the city developed the people wanted out and kept moving out to get the peace and tranquility of the ocean. Many years ago when we were young and accident happened, and it is still to this day not really clear. The government kept it very hush-hush.
There was a military plane that apparently was having some sort of problem and was going to crash. I guess it did from what we were told. It had a benign chemical on board that was jettisoned before it crashed. It was a stormy night with an onshore breeze. This chemical, managed to put our whole community to sleep like the story Rip Van Winkle.
This chemical when mixed with the rain caused this to happen. The community was asleep for five years. The government quarantined our whole area and said, "It was some radioactive area to keep everybody away." I think they even put some radioactive material around so it would register on devices. Meanwhile we all were taken to a secure facility where IV's and what not were used to keep us alive.
The Government took care of everything. Our homes were kept up. Our parents work was there for them when they awoke. A deal of sorts was made that all the kids at age 25 would receive 250, 000 dollars. The adults were all paid an amount as well. This was of course with the signing of a nondisclosure agreement.
When we awoke, it was like we went to sleep one night and woke up the next day. They poked, prodded and did tests on us for a year. No one could explain it. We were not a day older. The 10 year old who was now 15 still looked and were developed as a 10 yr old.
There were some unique issues that arose. For instance, an 11 year old was now sixteen able to get a driver's license as long as he could reach the pedals and learn how to drive. The province had to issue them a license.
A fourteen year old was now nineteen could walk into any bar and buy a drink or cigarettes. The government could not stop this from happening without letting the world know what happened. They tried to discourage them but in the end if they wanted it the government had to back down. The government, to help us get re acclimated, gave us all the latest gadgets. We all got laptops and pc's for the house. We all got cell phones and a number to call for a how to do something.
There was a bad side to this and that was fighting. As these 14, 15, 16 year old people were 19, 20, 21 in a fight they could be charged with assault and a criminal record.
It has been 5 years since the community awoke and things were back to a somewhat normal state.
My name is Sharon Davis, I am now 18 and just had my first period a week ago. I have twin brothers a year older Shawn and Steve. My father Dan and mother Silvia work in Halifax about an hour's drive from home. Our home is a two story home overlooking a bay almost a kilometer away. The next home is back up a side road. There was one other home about the same distance past us.
Our front yard had a storage/wood shed off to the right side of the house and a garden off to the left. We grew potatoes, carrots, cucumbers and pole beans. There also was a small blueberry patch and a strawberry patch.
The first floor had a typical country kitchen, meaning it was huge.By the window was the big old polished rock maple table. The wood stove was a big enterprise with a water warmer and an oven warmer up top on one end and a firebox on the other and had the kimak burner also. It was very seldom used except on the coldest nights of the winter.
There was an overstuffed couch and an overstuffed chair close to another wall near the walk in pantry. Off to the left was a short hallway. The living room and a half bath a staircase going upstairs where there were 4 good size bedrooms.
Passing through the living room was the master bedroom it was large with a four piece bath the shower was about 8 feet by eight feet with grab bars all around and wall jets from just about any angle you wanted. Even in magazines we never saw such a shower. The master bedroom also had a commanding view of the bay with sliding doors that went out to a private deck. This bedroom only had a roof over it so the upstairs noise would not bother them or vice versa.
A couple of years ago my brothers sprouted up. They were now both over six feet. Me I was still petite, small framed and only five foot five inches tall. My hair was like moms fire red and straight. Yep that was the Irish decent I even had the freckles to go with it. I suppose I would have been teased about that two except Shawn hair was as red as I was. Steve his hair was brown almost blond like dad.
Chapter 2
My life was a living hell. Both boys complained that their age they didn't need a baby sitter. At first it wasn't bad the three of us shared the work.We got up had breakfast, did the dishes, made a lunch and walked a kilometer to the end of our road and caught the school bus by 8:30 am. By three pm. we were dropped off and by 3:30 we were home.
Dad and mom left for work at5:30 as dad had to work from 7 till 5.Mom had to work 8 till 6 pm. They normally got home around 7:30.
I don't think it was even a year after we woke the Shawn and Steve figured a way to take advantage of the situation. First, I was asked to get the wood they had something to do. Then it just graduated to me doing almost everything. When I started to complain I would get my pants pulled down and spanked.
They made my ass red but were careful not to leave marks. When I went to my parents, they denied it and said, "I was the one trying to get out of doing her fair share." Dad took their side and I was spanked again.
Soon I was their slave doing all the house hold chores while they played on my computer. I couldn't figure out why they had their own. But for fear of being spanked, which they did regularly, I kept to myself and did my homework and all the house work.
I had decided I wanted an education so bad to get away from them I spent all my free time on advanced learning. So, at age 18, I was advanced a year in the same grade as they were. My parents were pleased but my brothers were wild figuring I was trying to show them up.
Things started to go really wrong now. I was pushed around at home and they didn't worry about a bruise. They said I fell helping them getting wood or some other chore. I had to agree or I knew I would be punished by dad because he always believed Shawn.
One day I was making supper and I was late and forgot to put an apron on and wouldn't you know I splashed grease on my blouse I had to get that off and spot cleaner on it right away. I had seen Steve go out earlier and assumed Shawn was gone to so I took my blouse off, my tits were just starting so I wasn't wearing a bra yet. And for some reason I liked the blouse material move across my nipples. Anyway I went to the laundry room took my blouse and put the spot cleaner on it, and left it in the sink to soak. I walked up stairs and as I approached my room I heard a moan and I was in the doorway looking at Shawn.
He was on my computer and his blue jeans were down around his ankles with his hand wrapped around his big cock. I was like a deer in headlights. First time I had ever seen a cock sure I seen them in underwear but this time his pants were at his ankles and he was pumping his cock.
I immediately got this funny feeling between my legs. He looked at me and his face turned red and he said, "Well don't just stand there, get your ass over here now, " he shouted.
I just instinctively did as I was told like I always did my mind was still in automatic mode. Standing in front of him my eyes glued to his cock and balls. He moved his hand away and gave me a good view of his veins budging from the side of his cock and a wet stuff oozing out the top. It didn't look like pee.
"Get a good look because now that you are eighteen you will be seeing a lot of it slave."
It wasn't until his hand touched my nipples that I came back to life never even heard what he had said, I quickly covered my breast, shoving his hand out of the way.
I went to step back and he slapped my face, "You stay where you're at and put those arms down slut."
"I am not your slave, you're in my room. What are you doing? I need a blouse mine got grease on it. What are you doing on my computer? You got your own?" I went to get a tea shirt and he said, "You best not if you know what's good for you."
"If you think I am going to stand in front of you showing my breast your nuts. There is no way that is going to happen."
Shawn said, "Slut you best look at this computer now before I put you over my knee for being such a slut. You should be ashamed looking at all these guys and girls sucking cock if you wanted to learn we would be glad to show you."
I put a tea shirt on and trembling walked back over to him. He grabbed me and pulled me down on his lap and I could feel his hard cock in the crack of my ass. It felt good but I wasn't giving in to this bastard.
"Go ahead slut bring up your history files." I did it was all porn sites and the dates went back a few years. I said, "You bastard that's not mine and you know it. I will just delete it, " knowing that if they went to this much trouble, that it wasn't going to be that simple.
"You must be stupid, slut" he hit the switch on the computer and said "go ahead, slut, turn it on delete it."
"Stop calling me that, " as she fired up her computer it came up with just her name and password and her history file was clean no porn.
"What did you do? How can you do this? Wait, you prick, you added a second user didn't you? I will fix that...ahh..." I felt a sharp pain and heard my rib crack when Shawn punched me in the rib cage. The pain was ungodly.
"Listen, slut, you will address me properly." I went and rebooted my computer and when it asked for password to admin mode it wouldn't take mine. "Shawn, you changed it."
"Yes, my slut, now are you ready for our parents to see what you have been doing in this unsupervised room?"
We will say, "Steve and I did our best to make sure you were being brought up right. But we never thought about her computer. We thought she was doing her school work on it. I was always wondering why she was looking at our crotches. Disgusting to even think about it. I guess we will have to monitor her room as well, dad."
I was beat. The fire in my side hurt like hell.Every time I breathed, it hurt. "Ok you win. What do you want?"
