*All characters in this story are 18 years old or above*
It was always made clear to me that I was beautiful growing up; from family, class mates and even strangers. The compliments were nice but I never thought much of it. My life was dedicated to horse riding, ever since I was 5. Though when I got older I noticed that the attention I got changed.
By the time I was 18 I was a bright-blue eyed blonde with toned legs, a big bum, slim waist and a 36G boobs. I first noticed the differences with my step-brother Alec. I would catch him looking at me a lot more and being more touchy, always wanting to cuddle.
School was worse. Kids always slapping or grabbing my bum, talking about my boobs and grabbing them. Eventually my dad had me moved to an all girls school; by this point I was 5 foot 7. Now even men on the street were cat-calling me and staring at me. Friends told me I could get past any bouncer.
Nothing I wore stopped my boobs from bouncing as I walked and I would see men watching as they walked past. Alec was more touchy, always "accidentally" touching my boobs, bum or brushing up against me. Thankfully I was more aware now to let him cuddle me and stuff.
My new school wasn't much better than my old one. The girls all accused me of having a boob job which is silly as it's not legal until you've stopped growing. Telling them this seemed to do nothing to stop them. Male teachers would stare at my boobs the same way strangers do when thinking no one is looking their way.
I kept my head down, focused on school work and my horses. I did notice that I could get whatever I wanted off people just by asking with a smile. Well, when I say people, I mean men.
I guess I got so used to getting my own way that asking for things with a cute smile became instinct. Though by this point many guys would blatantly stare at my boobs even as I was talking to them. I realised the downside of my ways one day when I needed money for horse food and my parents weren't home so I asked Alec.
First I decided to change into tight pink leggings and a thin blue tube top that shows off the curves of my boobs, he can't take his eyes off my boobs in that top. When I entered his room he was on his computer with his back to me. He had his headphones on playing a game so I stood next to him so he could see me. He turned, eyes straight to my tits, then up to my eyes, back to my tits, then to the screen telling his friends online he'll be right back before taking his headphones off.
As Alec turned to look at me and I asked him for money, the usual cute, pleading look on my face, he did something that shocked me. He grabbed my top, pulled it down then latched his mouth onto my right nipple, squeezing my bum as he pulled me towards him and sucked away.
I was in shock. I couldn't believe what he was doing. By the time I snapped back to reality I realised this was turning me on. I grabbed his head and tried to push it back but it wasn't budging. I tried to pull his hands from my bum but no luck. I told him to stop, asked what he thought he was doing but he just kept sucking and squeezing. I was getting more aroused so I started insulting him. When I called him pathetic that's when he responded.
In no time at all he hooked his hands inside my legs, picked me up and dropped me on his bed with himself in-between my legs. He pinned my wrists above my head, looked me in the eye and said:
"Pathetic? Coming from the girl who changes clothes for her step-brother to look like a slut for him for money?"
I had never seen him so serious.
"Always flashing your big tits around and bending over in tight jeans! It's about time someone showed you what happens when you dress like a slut!"
With that he leaned back and grabbed my leggings pulling them down. I tried to stop him, screaming at him and trying to keep my leggings on but I failed. As soon as he got them off I got up to run but he grabbed me from behind, holding my tits as he pulled me to his bed. I warned him I would tell my dad. He reminded me our parents were away for the next 2 weeks. He turned me around to face him, grabbed my throat and looked me in the eye. He didn't squeeze much but I've never seen so much anger.
"I would rather not hurt you", he said. "Try to fight me and I will. Understood?"