Hello, Gals and Guys, it has been a while. I've been working on this story for about a year and a half. Sorry for the length, but there was no way to split it into chapters without ruining the flow of the story. I always welcome constructive criticism, but if you're going to criticize me anonymously without any insight, your comments will not be appreciated. Thank you to Kabirsawher for reviewing it.
I hope you enjoy it!
How I Became My Stepbrothers' Slut
Hi, my name is Maddy Mayes, and I just turned eighteen last week. My dad raised me by himself from the age of seven until I was twelve. My biological mom left us three days before my seventh birthday. Dad told me she was unfaithful for most of their marriage. I guess she needed more than he could give her, so she split and left a note. My dad is awesome. I have no complaints about how he raised me; we share a fantastic father-daughter bond. Around my eleventh birthday, he met a woman named Elaine. They hit it off immediately, and I didn't mind that he was dating. Elaine has always been good to me, and I think of her as my mom. I even call her that since she loves me as if I were her own. Elaine had twin sons from a previous marriage, which also fell apart due to infidelity. It was a common experience that brought Dad and Elaine together.
Her sons, Kyle and Kenny, were a year older than me, but our birthdays were only a day apart. They are tall and both were athletes in high school. They're identical twins, but the differences in their personalities made it easy for me to tell them apart. We initially got along, but eventually, the boys grew resentful of all the attention I received from their mother. Kids can be cruel at times, and they relentlessly picked on me. I was a bit of a tomboy growing up and was considered a nerd by most. My hair was frizzy, I wore glasses, and I had braces. I love Harry Potter, science fiction, and I maintained straight A's in school.
Eventually, my body and looks began to develop. Once my breasts started growing, I thought they would never stop. It seemed like every couple of weeks, Mom took me shopping for new bras. She also encouraged me to dress more like a girl. Slowly, I relented. By the time of my eighteenth birthday, I wore a 36C bra. I styled my dirty blond hair with a slight twist that hung to the middle of my back and used contacts now and again. In my mind, I was still the unattractive nerdy girl, but my outward appearance made boys notice me, especially my two stepbrothers. Little did I know that the two boys who had tormented me most of my life were about to make me their slut. It all started innocently three days after our combined birthday celebration when I turned eighteen and they were nineteen.
We aren't wealthy, and our modest house has only three bedrooms. Kyle and Kenny shared a room in an upstairs loft that was twice the size of mine, but they still had to share. I was sound asleep in my tiny bedroom when something startled me awake. I touched my face and found it wet. As my eyes slowly opened, a drop of water landed on my forehead. Still dazed from sleep, I looked up just as another droplet struck my nose. I got out of bed just in time when the ceiling burst open. A deluge of drywall and water crashed down onto my bed.
"Daddy!" I screamed. The water continued to flow from the ceiling, flooding my bedroom. "Daddy!"
Dad burst into my room, looking at the carnage. I stood off to the side, shivering. My tank top and panties were soaked, making them see-through.
He hugged me. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
I nodded. "I'm fine, Daddy. What happened?"
"Looks like a pipe burst. You're shivering. Grab whatever dry clothes you can. I need to shut the water off." He ran out of the room, heading for the basement.
Elaine dashed into my room, helping me grab whatever I could. Finally, Kyle and Kenny showed up. First, the water pouring out of the ceiling fascinated them, and then they noticed me. Their mouths hung open while they stared. My sleeping clothes were completely soaked, making my breasts and vagina visible. The thin tank top became transparent, showing my large boobs and areolas, and because I was freezing, my nipples were harder than rocks poking against the clinging material. My panties clung to each butt cheek, and as I continually bent over to grab whatever I could, they sucked up into the crack of my ass.
"Hey, you two," their mother barked. "Stop gawking at your sister, and help grab Maddy's clothes before they get soaked." This sent the twins scurrying.
Elaine handed me a dry sweatshirt and pants. "Sorry, sweetheart. Boys will be boys."
An hour later, we salvaged what we could from my destroyed bedroom.
I stood looking at the mess, tears streaming down my face. My dad wrapped his arm around me. I buried my face in his chest, sobbing.
"It will be alright, Maddy. I promise."
"Where am I going to sleep?" I said through heavy sobs.
My Dad's hand rubbed up and down my arm and shoulder, trying to comfort me. "We'll figure something out."
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The following day, we held a family meeting. Dad and Elaine explained what the situation would be until they could repair my bedroom, which might take several months.
"Are you serious?" I blurted out when they finished.
"It's the only solution, sweetheart. I know it's not ideal, but we don't have extra room around here," he said about his plan.
Mom placed her hand on my arm. "Besides, Maddy. Kyle and Kenny have already rearranged their room to make space for you."
"I'll hang up a sheet for privacy. Everything will be just fine," Dad added.
I frowned as I looked at my stepbrothers. They were looking at me differently than before. In fact, since last night, I noticed them constantly staring at me, their eyes roaming up and down my body.
I instinctively crossed my arms over my sweatshirt-covered breasts, feeling as though they had X-Ray vision and were ogling my boobs. "I guess it will be fine," I said reluctantly.
We moved most of my stuff into my stepbrother's room. Dad did as he promised, hanging a large sheet from wall to wall and ceiling to floor. He made a slit in the middle so that I could access the door. If I thought my bedroom was tiny before, this felt like living in a closet. There was barely enough room for a bed, my desk, and one dresser. It sucked!
I got ready for bed that night. Taking off my clothes while my stepbrothers were only a few feet away felt strange. A thin bed sheet was the only thing separating us. I put on my usual tank top and cotton panties before crawling into bed. Hiking the covers up to my chin, I turned off the light.
"Good night, Maddy." The twins sang in unison like they were in some TV sitcom.
This was going to be weird, I thought. "Good night, Kyle and Kenny."
Surprisingly, I slept well, but when I woke up, something strange had happened during the night. Usually, in the morning, the covers are wrapped around me. However, I shed them this morning, and only my feet were covered. I didn't think much of it. Maybe I got hot during the night in this new room?
I went to school and felt grateful to return to something normal. I loved school and stayed after my last class to use the library and have a quiet place to study. When I got home, everything seemed pretty normal until it was time for bed. I still had a strange feeling of being exposed while I changed, and everything else unfolded just like the previous night, including the twins saying goodnight.
When I woke up the following day, the covers were again at my feet, but this time, my tank top was hiked up, barely covering my breasts. It felt strange because my skin was quite cold; why would I shed everything while I slept? This continued to happen throughout the entire week.
It was Friday night, and I sat cross-legged on my bed, reading The Lord of the Rings. I wore my usual tank top and panties, but since I wasn't going to sleep for a while, I added a long sweatshirt. Adjusting my glasses, I turned the page, remembering how sexy Aragorn was in the film.
The bedroom door burst open as Kyle and Kenny entered, returning from their friend's house; boys are so loud. They laughed, talking at the top of their lungs.
