Note: All characters in all my stories are over the age of 18. This story relates to another story of mine titled "Begins at the Gym" and is part of a series, so please check the others out after if this is the first one you come across!
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You've probably heard about my little sister Jemma, and what she's been up to with our stepfather since the day he married our mum. I'm Ellie... I'm four years older than Jemma so twenty-three now. The sordid tale begins at the gym, where he used our mum to get to Jemma. We thought he was so hot, and used to enjoy perving on him as a family. It was mild, appreciation of his physique and arrogance, a family joke. Except now he's our stepfather and he's fucked up all normality we would ever have had if he hadn't entered our lives.
There's psychological scars on us all from what he did but especially me. It should be my mum really, she's the one who should be here, where I am, writing this story. I don't know much about my mum's childhood but presumably she went through some form of tragedy for her to have behaved how she did. All I see in her is strength though, iron resolve to simply cope and carry on. She's visiting me later. We don't speak about it ever, but she really should be the one who is sat in this bedroom.
The bedroom I'm in has pale yellow walls, there's no hooks anywhere, a plastic mattress on my bed for the time being and a window in the bedroom door. I can lock my bedroom, but there's other keys which can open it and people peer in to see what I'm up to every thirty minutes or so. Every few hours, an alarm goes off and you hear footsteps running, screams and shouts. It stinks of surgical spirit or something along those lines here, broken only during mealtimes with wafts of pungent stodgy food smells. Everybody says how disgusting the food is but I don't mind it myself. It's not like I take pleasure in anything these days anyway, well with the exception of visits from mum. She said she'd bring Jemma and I'm so pissed off. I don't want to see that little cow, ever. We always had sibling rivalry I guess... she's the middle child. I didn't like the attention I was made to share when she arrived. Jemma is the most brattish, intense spoilt girl you will ever meet. Diseased with narcissism, she has no idea of how much her shit stinks. I see it though. The veil of innocence and purity that might deceive others, especially our stepfather, was ripped from my eyes years ago.
Imagine this: Your mother in her wedding dress. A lovely ivory satin gown, figure hugging but tasteful. Your mother, merrily about to cut her wedding cake, but the groom has vanished. I was asked to go find him. I went to the bridal suite, assuming that he may have gone to collect something from the room and I heard something so haunting that I believed I had imagined it. I heard my whorish baby sister begging him shamelessly not to use a condom on her. That's right, he was fucking her. It wasn't just a fuck though because I knew damn well she was a virgin. He took her virginity, or rather she gave it to him whilst he should have been cutting wedding cake with his wife, our mum.
I pretended it wasn't happening for a long time but it went on right in front of my eyes. It didn't stop. It wasn't a one time mistake. It was a carefully orchestrated relationship, and they get their kicks from exploiting mum. I do suspect that mum isn't completely blameless, in a way she pimped out her prettiest daughter to gain his attention. She'd use Jemma to comfort him when he was mad. Mum was the one who'd started telling Jemma to go sit on his lap and soothe him. Cum stains on Jemma's arse from simply sitting on his knee were what we lived with. Can you imagine a man so hungry for a girl that he will cum just by her sitting on his lap for a cuddle? Maybe you can. Is it possible to imagine this macho dominant guy being reduced to worshipping a little 'princess'? He truly could have had his pick of any woman, he has women begging for attention constantly if truth be known. Scantily clad, stiletto wearing thots who press their boobs 'accidentally' in his face when they brush past him. He took Jemma and I out to a local bar once and I saw it for myself at least eight times that night. All he fucking wants though... is my teenage brat of a sister.
