3 comments/ 78377 views/ 16 favorites Sarah's New Family Ch. 01 By: 0131aj It is not essential to read "Sarah's party" before reading this story but it may help to explain what is happening in the Introduction. Either way, enjoy. Introduction Sarah's cheeks burned red. Thankfully her face was turned to the wall as she stood, naked, in her own kitchen while the party went on behind her. She knew, however, that all the guests were enjoying the sight of her punished bottom cheeks which were just as red as her face. As she stood with her hands clasped behind her back, she thought it couldn't get any worse. She should have known better by now. "Sarah, look who's here." As she turned to face her flatmate, she was stunned to see the last person she would have expected to be there and certainly the last person she wanted to see. Her brother had obviously hopped on the next flight from the UK and followed her here but he wasn't alone. The poor woman blushed even more, trying to hide her nakedness from Sandy but also from the stern looking older man who accompanied him. She was sure she had seen him before but couldn't quite remember when. "Hi, Sarah. Nice to see you again, especially when we can see so much of you. But I thought you had been instructed to stand with your hands behind your back. Are you going to do as you've been told or should I send my collection to your employers?" She knew she had no choice; she could never allow her evil brother to send the film of her masturbating on the plane to the school's Board of Governors, so reluctantly removed her hands which were trying in vain to cover her bald pussy and erect nipples. "That's better, Sarah. It's nice to see you're just as excited about being naked as I am to see you like this. But, forgive me, I'm forgetting my manners. You haven't seen this man since you were a child and probably don't remember who he is. Sarah, I would like to introduce you to your father." The poor woman didn't know where to look, what to do, or what to say, so she simply stood there, naked before the man who had walked out on her mother and his two daughters more than twenty years ago. He had been in the British army and, after a posting to Washington, simply called her mother one day to say he wasn't coming back. Her mother had never allowed either her or her sister to speak of him since that day and, eventually, Sarah had forgotten about him. Now he stood there only a few feet from her naked body, staring at her in disdain. "I think it would be better for all concerned if we were to meet again at a later date; maybe by then you will be more suitably attired." With those few words, he simply turned on his heels and left. Sandy stood there grinning from ear to ear while Sarah finally came to her senses and ran from the kitchen, pushing her way past the laughing guests and didn't stop until she locked her bedroom door behind her. Part 1 The next day she rose after a fitful night's sleep and wondered, dreaded, what the day might have in store for her. She had stayed in her room until she heard her flatmate leaving and only now ventured out of her bedroom. Making her way tentatively down to the kitchen in case any of the guests had stayed the night, she was relieved to see that the room which had been the scene of last night's humiliation was empty. As she poured herself a cup of tea, she noticed a note sitting on the table, the table she had been bent over and spanked upon only hours earlier. It was from Mary, her flatmate, telling her that Sandy had left instructions for her to meet him and her new-found father at a restaurant in town for lunch. Sarah immediately flew into a panic, not only because she was about to meet her father who had only seen her once in twenty years and who had seen her naked as the day she was born, but also because she knew Sandy was going to be there and she didn't trust her brother in the least. Not to mention the fact that it was already after eleven o'clock and she had still to get dressed. She ran back up to her room, wondering as she pounded up the stairs what she should wear to formally meet the man who had abandoned her all those years ago. She knew that he must have thought his daughter was a slut when he saw the state of her punished cheeks last night so she was determined not to give him any more ammunition. She was sure that this was an opinion that Sandy had done all he could to reinforce so decided to be very conservative in her dress. She chose a long, black, ankle-length skirt, albeit a wrap around one, and a high-necked white blouse. Her underwear, however, was another matter. Whenever Sarah was nervous, and although she dressed very conservatively on the outside, she always liked to wear very sexy lingerie to make herself feel comfortable and confident. Thinking that there was no way Sandy would attempt anything in her father's presence, she chose a virginal white, lacy bra which had the added benefit of pushing up her small breasts to show them at their very best. Her panties were of a matching set but there was nothing virginal about them; in fact, there was practically nothing of them at all. The tiny thong consisted of no more than a set of strings connected to the miniscule piece of cotton that fitted snugly against her pussy. As she pulled it on, she already felt better, knowing that this was one set of underwear Sandy was not going to see. Part 2 As she was shown to her booth by the maitre d', she saw that Sandy and her father were already seated, her brother wearing the same smug smile he always seemed to have in her presence. Both men stood on her approach and Sandy steeped out from behind the table to allow her to sit between them. Sarah had a sudden feeling of being trapped between two predators. Over the first course, Sandy did most of the talking, explaining to Sarah how her father was one of his firm's biggest clients and he had recognised him from some old photos that Linda, his wife, had shown him. Her father, for his part, explained how he had remarried not long after he had left her mother and had a new family now, a twin son and daughter, eighteen years old. He also explained that he had been very successful in this country and would now welcome the chance to get to know his daughter again. Sarah's head was spinning from all this information but also from the amount of wine she was consuming. Her glass never seemed to empty as, each time she took a drink, Sandy immediately filled it up again. As he once more reached across the table to pour her some more wine, he startled her out of her daydream as he almost accidentally brushed her right breast with his arm. Just as her she was convincing herself that it really was an accident, he suddenly kissed her softly on the cheek. She didn't know whether she was more angry or shocked that he would be so bold in front of her father, but as she turned to face him she saw that he was smiling that same evil smile that she hated so much. She was about to slap him when he kissed her again, saying, "I've told your father you've turned out to be a real slut, Sarah, but I'm not sure he really believes me, even after the evidence of last night. Shall we show him how slutty you can be?" Sarah was in a daze. She couldn't believe this was yet another situation that she had voluntarily walked into and that it was about to go badly wrong, just like so many others in the past. Her brother then whispered into her ear, so quietly that her father could never have heard what was said. "I haven't shown him the film yet. Do as you're told and he might never see it." Sarah knew she was trapped now and not just by her position between the two men. Even as she felt her tears welling up in her eyes, she felt Sandy's hand moving between her legs, prising them open, expertly finding the gap between her wrap around skirt. Why, she wondered, had she chosen this skirt; why had she made it easy for him; why had she worn that particular thong? In no time, his hand slid along her smooth stockings and found the naked skin at the top of her thigh. She could feel herself tremble with fear and tremble with desire. She tried to close her legs to prevent his hand traveling any further but was shocked beyond belief when her father's big, strong hand suddenly landed on her left thigh and held her legs apart. "Do as you are told, Sarah," was all he said as he continued to eat his dinner as if his daughter was not being molested by her sister's husband beside him. Sandy was obviously enjoying himself and seemed in no rush to go where she knew he was headed. Inadvertently she found herself sliding forward in her seat, almost as if she was waiting for his touch. When he began to tickle her smooth inner thigh, she almost moaned out loud but she could feel her face flush from the realisation that she truly was acting like a slut in a public place, even though she continued to tell herself she had no choice. Whatever she had expected from the meeting with her father, it wasn't this. Finally, just as she began to think he was going to go no further, his hand reached her pussy. Moving her tiny thong aside, he smiled when he felt the wetness as he slipped his finger inside her for the first time. It took all of her strength to stop herself from moaning aloud now, as she bit down on her bottom lip, fighting desperately the desire to fuck his hand when his thumb found her clit and began to massage it as his finger continued to slide in out and out of her now dripping pussy. She was so distracted she hadn't even been aware of the waiter approaching their booth. "Your order," he said, delivering their next course with a pleasant smile. The hand between her legs was slowly removed and she wondered if the waiter was smiling because he had realised what was happening in this secluded corner. As he left, so did her father, excusing himself to go to the bathroom. She was left alone with the one man she never wanted to be alone with. "Sit on my hand," he said with his usual smile. Sarah just glared at him. No way was she going to let him go any further in front of her father. He returned her glare with his usual grin, the one that always made her realise she had no choice but to do exactly what he wanted. To reinforce his command, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket and flicked through a couple of screens until he found what he was looking for. Turning the phone so that she could see what she knew would be on the screen, he smiled as she cringed once more at seeing herself openly masturbate on a plane. Reluctantly, she lifted her bottom slightly and he slid his hand beneath my cheeks. His fingers were against her bare skin and she cursed herself once again for choosing to wear stockings and that particular thong. Her father returned to the table and began to eat his meal, just as Sandy's fingers began to wriggle beneath her cheeks. She could feel her muscles clenching, trying to prevent him from going any further, amazed that he and her father were continuing their conversation as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a grown woman to be sitting on her brother-s hand, in a public place, while her father sat beside her. She suddenly realised her father had asked her a question just as Sandy's fingers pulled the thin strip of her thong aside. His fingertips seemed to scorch her already hot, moist skin as she looked at her father, opening her mouth, trying to answer, but nothing came out. Instead, she felt something going in -- Sandy's fingers pushing forcefully inside her. She caught her breath and could only manage to plead, "What was the question?" Her father gave her an odd look; did he know what was happening now? Couldn't he see? He repeated his question and, somehow, even with her brother's fingers still deep inside her, she managed to answer normally, fighting to hold on to her composure. She tried to concentrate on the food before her but it was hopeless. She placed the hand holding her fork back on the table, unable to consider anything but the fingers sliding up and down, in and out, fucking her with slow, deliberate movements. She could feel the unwelcome pleasure rising in her like a fire starting to reach every inch of her body, and she could feel her juices leaking out around those insistent fingers, staining her thighs, staining the seat. But what was worse, what was much worse was the fact that she could hear the unmistakeable sound of her wetness. It was faint but if she could hear it, so could Sandy, and so could her father. Her face burned red but her brother's fingers were taking her to a place where she would soon be beyond worrying about it. She could feel her hips automatically, instinctively, start to meet his thrusts. She could feel herself, pushing against his hand; she could feel his fingers still deep inside her, his thumb pressing hard against her hard, sensitive clit. She hardly realised that he was still eating his meal with his other hand, still carrying on his conversation with her father, still calmly fucking her beneath a restaurant table. Suddenly, it all became too much for her, the acting like a whore, the possible exposure to the staff and other diners, the fact that her father was sitting beside her, not to mention the insistent movements of her brother's hand and she began to cum, just as his mouth engulfed hers to muffle her cries. Her orgasm was one of the most intense she had ever felt and continued even though he continued to just move in and out, just as slowly as when he had started. His thumb kept up the pressure on her clit and her shuddering only began to subside when he finally pulled his hand from beneath her and brought it to his mouth where he teasingly licked her juices from the palm of his hand before taking his finger in his mouth and greedily licked it clean. "Well done, Sarah. But I think your father is feeling a bit left out. Maybe you should give him your panties as a souvenir." Sarah glowered at him but she knew it wasn't a request and began to stand up, her cheeks bright red once again, unable to believe that she had allowed herself to cum as she sat beside her father in a crowded restaurant. She didn't want to think about what her father was going to do with her now soaking panties but she thought the sooner she made her way to the "Ladies" and removed them, then the sooner she could escape from this latest nightmare. When neither her father nor her brother made any move to allow her out of the booth, she just stood there for a moment, not understanding. As Sandy grinned up at her, she suddenly realised what was being asked of her, no, demanded of her -- they wanted her to remove her panties in the booth. Biting her bottom lip again, this time to stifle a sob of despair, she sat back down and looked to both of the men in turn, pleading for mercy. She knew there would be none forthcoming from her brother but she hoped for better from her father. When he didn't even look at her but, instead, continued with his meal, she knew she was lost. Her tears now flowing from her eyes, she opened her legs and reached into the gap in her skirt, just as Sandy had done moments before. Bending forward slightly, and raising her bottom off the seat, she took hold of the thin waistband of her thong and began to tug it down. Moving almost in slow motion in case she attracted the attention of any of the waiters, she could feel the thing back strap pulling out from between her bottom cheeks before the soaking crotch peeled off her swollen pussy and she was able to drag it down her stockings. Leaning forward even more to slip it over her shoes, she straightened up, not wanting to believe that she was sitting in a public restaurant, between her brother and her father, naked below her skirt, her tiny thong held in her tightly clenched fist in her lap. It was Sandy, of course, who reached over and slowly pulled her fingers open, one by one, until her thong was sitting in her open palm for them all to see. If he had given her a chance, she would have surreptitiously handed it over to her father under the table but her brother was not one for doing things under the table; unless that it is, he was making his sister-in-law cum with his fingers. No, instead, he snatched it from her grasp and threw it on to the top of the table. This time a passing waiter did see what happened and smiled at Sarah. "Very nice, ma'am," was all he said as he walked by, busy with other tables. Sarah was always willing to believe it couldn't get any worse but when her father lifted her thong from the table and held it to his face, she shuddered anew. Her embarrassment was complete when her own father took a deep breath and inhaled her scent from her soaking panties, ripe with her recently spilled juices. Sarah wanted to run and hide, wanted to never see either of these two evil men ever again, but knew she was trapped, trapped and at their mercy. Part 3 Once they had finished their meal and her father had settled the bill, Sarah got the impression that he and Sandy weren't finished with her yet. As they were leaving the restaurant, her father announced that his was time she met his new family, her new family and that there was no time like the present. Since he was holding her by one arm and Sandy had a firm grip on the other, she didn't think she had much of a choice and so allowed herself to be led to the front row of the car park. Instead of the large family car she expected, they stopped beside the biggest Harley Davidson motorbike she had ever seen. As surprised as she was to learn that she was expected to get on to it, she was equally surprised to learn that it was her father, not Sandy, who was the owner. Once again, she knew she wasn't being given a choice but there were still questions to be answered, especially how would she be able to maintain her dignity in a wrap over skirt, stockings and no panties while sitting on the back of a monstrous bike like this one. With great difficulty, she handed her brother her bag while her father pulled on his gloves and helmet. He mounted the bike and sat there, waiting for her to follow his example but she realised there was no way she could do so without opening her stocking-clad legs. After a few unsuccessful attempts, she placed one foot on the pedal, grabbed the hem of her skirt, front and back, tucked it between her legs and then swung her right leg over. That's when the shock hit her. "Ohhh!" she said. "What's the matter now, Sarah?" asked Sandy, smiling again. "Nothing." She knew he was well aware of her predicament but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of spelling it out, especially as she was too busy squirming as the warm leather seat pressed against her bald pussy. "Oh! That's right! You're not wearing any panties. Well, I suppose your father's seat is about to get a soaking." He could hardly contain his joy as he announced this, loud enough for another group of people exiting the restaurant to hear. Sarah blushed as brightly as she had ever done and tried to hide herself inside the helmet her father had silently passed to her. If he was worried about his daughter covering his seat with her pussy juices, he wasn't telling her about it. She made one last attempt to tuck the ends of her skirt under her legs to keep it secure but her father started the bike immediately and took off straight away, forcing her to wrap her arms tightly around his waist, holding on for all she was worth. As they left the car park and swung into the main road, Sarah found herself holding on even more securely, leaning forward against her father's strong back. With her legs on either side of him, she knew she was pressing her naked pussy area into the leather seat. At first, all she could think about was holding on but, as they sped along the quiet roads, she became more and more aware of the strong vibrations beneath her. Sarah's New Family Ch. 01 The further they went, however, the quieter the roads became and the faster her father rode. She could feel the wind tugging at her skirt and there was nothing she could do to stop it whipping the loose ends from under her legs, too afraid to let go of her grip on her father. Daring to look down, she caught a glimpse of her own stocking tops and hoped that nobody else would, thankful at least that this was one view Sandy wouldn't enjoy. As she began to relax just a little, she realised that the throbbing coming from the powerful engine between her legs reminded her of something else entirely; it began to arouse exactly the same feelings her vibrator did and she knew the bike was starting to please her in a very familiar fashion. Even so, she was still shocked when she looked down again and saw not just her stocking tops but, because her skirt was now flapping wildly in the wind, her naked pussy was all too obvious to her stunned eyes. She could hear her breath beginning to speed up; she could feel her breasts become more needy as she pressed against her father's back. The wonderfully familiar tingling was beginning to spread from between her legs and she shuddered at the thought that she might cum again. With her skirt flying, she pressed hard against her father's back and gave in to the vibrations that were making her want to hump the seat. It was about half a mile later when she surrendered to the feeling and allowed a very loud scream to escape her wide open mouth, no longer caring if her father could hear her through their helmets and over the noise of the engine. Far from feeling the relief from an orgasm, however, the constant throbbing of the engine and the constant touch of the soft leather seat kept her at an over stimulated peak that she thought she would never recover from. Barely managing to hold on tight, barely managing to stay on the speeding bike, she hoped nobody was watching as her skirt blew around revealing her legs and much, much more. But, as always with Sarah, someone else was watching, someone she didn't know but someone she was about to meet very shortly. She would have been horrified if she had known that her unseen observer was catching her arrival on camera, her skirt flying in the wind, her stocking tops, her smooth creamy thighs and even her hips all clearly on view to the camera's hungry eye. Part 4 The rest of the day was actually quite pleasant as Sarah was introduced to her father's second wife and his second family. She was a bit shocked to discover that Liz was only a couple of years older than her and that her father had remarried when his new bride had only just turned eighteen. Sarah was very nervous about meeting her new step-mother but Liz welcomed her into her home with such graciousness that she couldn't help but warm to her. The twins arrived a short while later and while Tony acted like the stereotypically sullen teenager, his sister, Jill, couldn't have been more different. As soon as Sarah saw her, and even before she was told, she knew that Jill had to be a cheerleader such was her beautiful face, trim athletic body and natural exuberance. Jill was delighted to finally meet her new step-sister and insisted that Sarah sit next to her throughout the evening, even at the dinner table, constantly questioning her about her life and her "other" family. During dinner, they realised that both Tony and Jill would be attending Sarah's school in the new term since the school had relaxed its admission protocol and was to house both boys and girls together. Jill squealed in delight when she found this out and thought it was incredibly "cool" that her step-sister would be on the teaching staff at her school. Tony said nothing although Sarah did catch him staring at her a few times over the table. After a lovely evening together her father insisted that Sarah spend the night at her new family's home as they had all had more than a little wine at dinner. She was reluctant at first, stressing that she had no change of clothes or nightwear with her but Liz offered to help her out with that since they were both about the same size and, after further pleading from Jill, she agreed. She was shown to the guest room and wasted no time in undressing and getting into bed. It felt a bit strange to be wearing the silk pyjamas that Liz had given her, especially when she thought that the other woman was her step-mother and that these same pyjamas that were now caressing her most intimate parts had also caressed the woman who was married to her father. She fell asleep almost immediately but had a very disturbed night as she dreamed of her father undressing his wife, removing the very pyjamas that Sarah was now sleeping in, and making love to her. It was only when Liz started to cum that Sarah realised that it was her own face, her own body in the dream, in her father's bed and that was when she woke up drenched with sweat. She didn't even want to think about why her pyjama jacket was open, why her nipples were hard, why her trousers were around her ankles or why her hands were between her tightly clasped legs. She didn't sleep much after that. Part 5 In the morning Sarah forced herself out of bed, thinking that a shower might wake her up properly. She walked through to the en-suite bathroom and began to undress, trying hard not to look at the stains on the crotch of Liz's pyjama trousers where her own juices had spilled out during the night. Turning the water to as high a temperature as she could withstand, she stepped in and lost herself in the force of the water and its reviving warmth. Tony, however, had been waiting for just that moment. Standing with his ear pressed to his step-sister's bedroom door, he waited a few more moments after the shower started before he gently knocked. Hearing no reply, he silently turned the handle and pushed the door open slightly. Poking his head round, he did a quick scan of the room to make sure Sarah really was in the shower before entering. He walked over to the bed and picked up her pillow. Inhaling deeply his step-sister's scent, he replaced the pillow on the bed before leaving a large envelope on top of it, just where Sarah's head and lay the night before. That was all he had intended to do but the thought that Sarah was standing naked under the shower only a few feet from him was too much for the hormone-driven teenager to resist. He may have been eighteen but he hadn't had much luck with girls so far and he certainly had never seen one naked, not in reality. Not thinking of the consequences but, instead, being led by his so-far frustrated lusts and by his already hard cock, he crept over to the en-suite bathroom. Once again he knocked gently but, once again, there was no reply. Taking every ounce of courage he had, he slowly turned the handle and pushed open the door. Sarah was oblivious when her younger step-brother entered the room as he realised his secret voyeur's fantasy. He had longed to catch his twin sister, or even his still-hot mother, in just this situation but he never had the nerve before. But now, now in front of him was his dream com true, a naked woman, totally unaware of his presence. If he had decided to leave at that point no-one would ever have known that he had been spying on his naked step-sister but his mind had been overtaken by his lust and his feet were rooted to the spot. He couldn't help himself as he released his straining cock from the confines of his jeans and began to stroke it, staring intently as water poured over her trim body. He almost groaned aloud when she raised her arms above my head to shampoo and wash her long dark hair because, as she turned her body to do so, her perky breasts and bald pussy were completely exposed to her step-brother. Her breasts weren't as big as the ones he was used to seeing on all his favourite porn sites but, right at that moment, he thought they were the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. His hand tightened around his teenage cock as he pumped harder when his step-sister rinsed her hair and then began to wash her wet body. He knew none of his friends would believe him later when he told them that he had watched her lather up and rub the soap against her breasts before pausing just for a moment to caress her hard, erect nipples. When she slid her soapy hands down over her flat tummy, down between her legs, he could take it no longer and began to shoot his spunk all over the bathroom floor. He was still pumping his cock, still cumming, when she turned around and gave her step-brother a nice view of her round firm cheeks. He was still pumping his cock, still cumming, when she rubbed the suds over her gorgeous bottom and gently ran her fingers up and down her crack. And he was still pumping his cock, still cumming, when she bent forward to retrieve the soap from the shower floor. The sight of her round, firm, beautiful cheeks opening up would stay with him for a long time. As she rinsed the suds off her body, allowing her hands to travel over all her sensitive parts one last time, she also allowed Tony time to wipe up his cum off the floor with a towel and to make his escape. Sarah was sure Liz had left a bath towel for her but, when she turned off the water and stepped out of the shower it was nowhere to be seen. There was only the small hand towel hanging beside the wash hand basin so she did her best to dry off, but the towel was too small to wrap around her. Presuming she was alone, she dropped the towel on the floor and walked back into the bedroom. That was when she saw the envelope. Not too sure what to make of it but sure it wasn't there when she had got up, she slid her finger under the flap and opened it. Reaching inside she withdrew a large photo that shocked her to her very core. There in full colour was her arrival at her father's house the day before. What alarmed her, though, was that the photo showed in great detail her skirt blowing behind her in the wind and her naked lower body exposed to the elements. Just to confirm her nakedness, there was a second photo that she now pulled from the envelope. She wasn't even aware of this but the camera had caught the very moment when she had lifted her leg and dismounted her father's motorbike. It was the perfect moment to show off her naked, bald pussy and the photo had captured it almost as if it had been planned. Sarah slumped down on to the bed. The realisation of what was happening hit her like a series of blows to her stomach. Someone in this house had seen her naked pussy. Someone in this house had taken at least one very explicit photo of her most private place. Someone in this house had entered her bedroom while she was in the shower. Had someone in this house watched her naked body as she washed? "It's going to happen again," was all she could think as her whole body trembled in fear. Part 6 As she pulled herself together, determined to leave her father's house as quickly as possible, she looked round to see if Liz had left her a fresh top she could wear home as she had promised. There was nothing lying about in the room so she opened the bedroom door just a little to see if her step-mother had perhaps left anything outside the room. Nothing. Silence. She came back into the room, closing the door behind her and wondered what to do. A cup of coffee seemed in order but she really didn't want to put on Liz's pyjamas again, the memory of her dream making her flush with embarrassment all over again. There was no way she was going to risk running to the kitchen naked, not when there was a potential blackmailer in the house but, thankfully, lying on the bed was the silk robe Liz had given her last night. It was very short, had no belt to draw it together and was obviously meant to be worn over the matching pyjamas. Over the pyjamas it would have been perfectly decent but as Sarah slipped her arms into the wide, soft sleeves she noticed just how short it was. Even when she pulled it tightly around her body it barely covered her breasts and the fact that it had no belt meant her bald pussy was almost totally exposed. It wasn't much better at the back either, as she could feel the soft material barely reaching the bottom of her cheeks. Wondering if she dared risk making her way to the kitchen, the need for coffee took over and, deciding that everyone else was still sleeping or staying out of the way, she opened the bedroom door and made her way quickly to the kitchen at the other end of the large house. With every step she took she realised her robe was pulling itself open but, seeing there was no-one about, she let it fall open, reasoning that the quicker she got her coffee and returned to her bedroom the safer she would feel. The kettle was just coming to the boil when she heard the doorbell ring and that was when everything started to go wrong. Hiding behind the kitchen door, she prayed for the person at the door to give up and go away but, instead, the bell rang again, even more insistently. The last thing she wanted was for any of the family to be woken and for them to find her in the kitchen as good as naked, so she ran to the front hall and peeked out from a ground floor window. Standing there was a delivery man holding a large package in his arms, struggling to hold it up as he moved to press the bell again. Without thinking, Sarah ran for the door and threw it open, hoping that he wouldn't reach the bell before she reached the door. The man was delighted when the door flew open but he was even more delighted when he saw Sarah standing there. The rush to reach the door and the even greater rush to open it had made her forget how she was dressed and now she stood there in her short robe, struggling to keep it closed but knowing that the man was already feasting his eyes on her almost bare breasts and pussy. When he was finally able to drag his eyes up to her face, he smiled and simply handed the package over to her. Sarah instinctively held out her arms to take it from him and at that instant the man's view of her naked body was suddenly no longer obstructed. As she juggled with holding on to the extremely heavy bundle, her breasts bounced around without the restrictions of a blouse or even of a bra. The more she tried to manoeuvre the package to hide her breasts, however, the more she uncovered her naked pussy and the man seemed to take great delight in watching her struggle and in switching his gaze from her breasts to her pussy, depending on which part of her body was more naked at any one time. After a few minutes of her juggling and his smiling, the delivery man eventually tore himself away from the beauty before him, thanked her for making his day, and began to make his way down the steps to his van. It was only as she started to relax a little when she saw him getting into the driver's seat that Sarah actually looked at the parcel in her arms. She couldn't believe it when she noticed it wasn't even for this address and started to shout at the man to come back for it. Over the sound of his powerful engine, however, there was no way he could hear her and he simply waved and began to turn the van around. It was obviously too early in the morning for Sarah because, once again without thinking, she ran down the steps after him to return the package. She was at the bottom of the short flight of stairs before he noticed her and smiled again as he looked down from his seat and down her wide open robe. From his position he had yet another unobstructed view of her naked breasts and Sarah could feel her face burning red as he simply sat in his seat and smiled down at her. Explaining to him that he had the wrong address, the delivery man simply switched off the engine, opened his door and got out to take the parcel from her arms. As soon as her arms were free, Sarah pulled her short robe around her naked body but not before the man got another good look at her naked pussy. She was mortally embarrassed by now but she would have been totally humiliated if he had been able to see the moisture that she knew was building between her legs and could only hope that her juices were not yet glistening on her pussy lips. She hurriedly said goodbye and turned to run back up the steps. The man stood waiting at the bottom, obviously hoping to get a glimpse of her bare arse; after all, he thought, he had seen everything else. She had just reached the top step when, suddenly, a strong wind rose up out of nowhere and flicked the short end of her robe over her cheeks and the delivery man's prayers were answered. Sarah realised what had happened immediately and brought one hand round to pull her robe down but, in doing so, she unbalanced herself on the steps and she tripped forward. The delivery man, being the gentleman that he was, ran back up the stairs to see if she was all right. He was immediately rewarded for his act of chivalry by the sight of Sarah lying face down, her legs open, her robe high up her back and her naked bottom and pussy in full view. Lying there for a few moments to regain the breath that had been knocked out of her by her fall, Sarah suddenly realised that the delivery man was standing right behind her, enjoying the fact that his drive hadn't been a waste of time after all. As she struggled to her feet, he started to help her up but, in doing so, caught his foot on her robe. Sarah almost burst into tears when she heard the robe rip; not because it was her step-mother's robe, although that was bad enough, but because she now stood outside her father's front door, practically naked, the delivery man holding the remains of the silk robe in his big hand. It was then that her father chose to open the front door. Part 7 "What is going on here?" he demanded. Sarah simply stared at him, his face thunderously red with rage at seeing his daughter naked once again. Her face was also bright red as she noticed Liz and the twins standing behind him, their eyes wide with shock at seeing the new member of their family in such a state of undress. Her father may have been enraged but there was more than one other member of the family who was absolutely delighted. Sarah, for once, quickly gathered her wits about her and tried to run into the house. As the others took a step back to let her past, her father slammed the door behind her and grabbed her by the wrist. "Not so fast, young lady. You've got some explaining to do." Sarah hadn't been called "young lady" in a long time but she knew better than to argue with her father. She could see how angry he was but all she could think about was how embarrassing it was to be standing there in front of him, in front of his wife and children, totally naked. Jill seemed to be mesmerised by her small breasts; Tony couldn't take his eyes off her bald pussy; Liz just stood and stared. She tried to explain, she really did, but the series of events that had led her to standing naked on her father's porch, her robe held in the hands of a stranger, seemed totally implausible. Suddenly, Sarah knew what her pupils must feel like when they were standing in front of the Headmaster trying to explain their part in a misdemeanour. It didn't help that she was still naked; no, it didn't help one little bit. As she tried in vain to cover both her breasts and her pussy adequately with her hands, she could feel herself squirming under the eyes of her new-found family. Eventually, her father told her to stop talking and to stop wriggling around. "Sandy told me you were a slut but I didn't want to believe him, not even after what I saw at your party and the way you behaved in the restaurant yesterday. Well, I have two things to tell you. First, you will move all of your belongings into the spare room here in this house and, secondly, you will learn how to behave as a daughter of mine should." Sarah's New Family Ch. 01 Once again, Sarah felt like a schoolgirl being reprimanded rather than a grown woman with a life of her own. She tried to argue that she had no intention of moving in with her father but one look at his face told her he would brook no argument. In one sense, she actually felt relief that she would be able to move out and get away from her flatmate who had humiliated her so badly at the party. She also dared to hope that her morning's ordeal was nearing its end and she might be allowed to go back to her room and get dressed. Her hopes were soon dashed. "There is one final thing," her father announced. Sarah lifted her head and stared at him, not really sure what to expect. Her new family also looked on in renewed anticipation because they all knew what was about to happen and they had all been looking forward to it since Sarah had been caught naked outside with the delivery man. Still holding her by the wrist, her father practically dragged her through to the living room and sat down in the one armchair that no-one used but him. "We have certain standards in this house and no-one breaks the rules without being punished. You have been acting like a slut for far too long now but we know what happens to sluts in this house. Lay down across my lap." When she hesitated a moment too long, unable and unwilling to believe that he intended to spank her in front of the others, her father reached out and pulled her forcefully onto his lap. She couldn't stop herself from falling forward, her thighs colliding with his. She blushed instantly as she heard gasps from her step mother and her step-brother and sister, her naked bottom suddenly revealed to them all. She knew the signs of her most recent spanking had to still be evident, not to mention the autographs on her cheeks from the guests at her party. She squirmed as her father manhandled her into position, his right leg wrapped around her left one and his strong left arm pulling her right one up her back. She tried to cover her cheeks with her other hand but he simply swatted it away in annoyance and told her to lie still. She did her best to keep her legs closed; the last thing she wanted was for her new family to see her pussy lips peeping out from between her legs but with her father's right leg stuck between her two, it was almost impossible. In the midst of her struggles she could feel her family's eyes on her nakedness and squeezed her eyes tightly shut, mortified. She knew they were looking at her, knew they were looking at her upturned bottom and knew there was nothing she could do to stop them. She was so humiliated, so embarrassed, but, as she resumed her wriggling, she suddenly felt his hand pat her right cheek, the soft contact enough to make her realise this was really going to happen. "Please, father, don't do this. Not in front of the others," she pleaded. "Your family have all seen this before and, since you have been acting like such a whore, they have all seen your naked body as much as I have. Having them here will be part of your punishment and I am sure it will be a part that you will remember very well. I have no intention of sparing you from your embarrassment; it is nothing less than a whore deserves." As he finished speaking, Sarah suddenly felt his hand come down hard on her right cheek with a terrific smack. She cried out, as much from the pain as from the cry of "Slut!" from her father. Just as the immediate impact was about to give way, her left cheek erupted in equal pain and her mind tried to close from hearing her own father yell, "Whore!" Smack after smack rained down on her poor upturned bottom, the pain matched by the humiliation, the humiliation matched by the embarrassment of her father's continued litany of charges against her. Each fresh slap brought with it a new word to sting her until she wasn't sure what was worse, his hand or his mouth. She begged him to stop but the more she begged, the harder he spanked her, the heat from his blows beginning to spread from her bottom to her pussy. Her only relief, such as it was, was when he delivered a few slaps to her upper thighs and allowed her cheeks a momentary reprieve. Sarah cried, not just from the pain but from the realisation that his assault was affecting her in the one way she had hoped it wouldn't; not here, not under his hand, not on his lap and not in front of her family. She was, undeniably, becoming wet! This fresh humiliation washed over her as she endured her punishment but, feeling betrayed by her own body, she listened to herself as the sounds coming from her mouth began to change from pleas to more unintelligible moans. Liz and the others noticed, too, that it wasn't just her voice that had changed. Sarah's bottom was no longer wriggling around on her father's lap to avoid his smacks but, instead, seemed be thrusting back to meet his hand. Her step-mother smiled to herself as she realised that her new step-daughter was just as turned on by her spanking as she herself was. Not that anyone else would ever know that. After what seemed like an eternity, Sarah's father stopped spanking her, stopped berating her, to catch his breath and, if he were being honest, to admire his handiwork. Her once perfect cheeks and upper thighs were now a dark red, and sported numerous handprints that he could count as his own. Just when she thought he might be finished and she tried to push herself up from his lap, he tightened his grip on her arm and leg. "Where do you think you are going? We're far from finished, my girl." With that he resumed his spanking and Sarah very quickly resumed her moaning. She could feel the fire burning in her cheeks and could feel the fire burning in her pussy, a fire made all the worse by the fact that it was all happening in front of an audience, an audience, she realised, who were all standing by letting this happen. Watching. She hung her head again, in shame at her position over her father's lap, in shame that her family were watching, and in shame that both they and her father could surely see the moistness on her pussy lips that she could feel all too well. The evidence of her arousal, even the swollen clit that she could feel rubbing against her father's trousers, caused her to moan ever more frequently, as he seemed to pull her legs apart even more, opening her up even more, exposing her even more. The pain in her cheeks was almost a forgotten memory now as her clit burned and warmed her whole pussy with a heat she had not known for some time. She could feel herself almost bouncing on his lap now, almost forcing herself to cum. Her shame mixed with her desire and she needed just one more thing to send her over the edge. It came from the most unlikeliest source. Moving around his lap almost uncontrollably now, she landed on something hard. Her father! Her father was hard! The thought that her father's cock was hard as he spanked her was too much for her mind to contend with and she came as she used his erection to rub herself off. Her head threw back and she let out an almighty scream as the orgasm she never wanted, the orgasm she was desperate for, washed over her in waves. Her whole body shook and she would surely have fallen off her father's lap if he had not held her so tightly; or was he, she wondered, just enjoying the feel of his daughter's wet pussy rubbing against his hard cock. Eventually the world returned to normal and she was able to open her eyes. For a few moments more, she simply lay there, her punished bottom and leaking pussy still exposed to her family's gaze. She could hear the whispers behind her as her family wondered in disbelief if what they had just witnessed had actually happened. Her father lifted her from his lap, patting her bottom gently as he did so. She was deeply humiliated. She had been humiliated a lot recently but this was by far the worst. Not only had she been spanked on her bare bottom in her father's living room, on her father's lap; not only had her pussy been just as obvious as her bottom, but she had been spanked so hard, humiliated so much, she had cum so noisily against her father's trousered cock in front of his wife and children. She stood before them all, her head bowed, her eyes too ashamed to meet any of theirs. "Now, I am sure that is a lesson that you will not forget in a hurry but, just in case you are ever tempted to, turn around, Sarah, I have one final thing to do." Immediately compliant now, she did as she was told, glad to turn her back on them all but mystified as to why she was being asked to do so. "Hands on the back of your head." Again, she obeyed instantly, without question. "CLICK." "Now, Sarah, I will be able to show you exactly what you can expect, if you should ever be tempted to forget my rules. Tony, get this printed off for me and stick it on the fridge door so that everyone can see it. Liz, I think it's time for breakfast." Sarah's New Family Ch. 02 Part 1 Sarah ran to her room on wobbly legs while the rest of the family busied themselves with the preparation of breakfast as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Well, it had, she thought; it most certainly had. How normal was it for a father to spank his naked grown up daughter across his knee, in his living room, with the rest of the family watching? Apparently it was perfectly normal in this family. What wasn't normal, and what she couldn't reconcile in her own mind was how this same daughter had had an enormous orgasm as she lay across her father's lap, as her father spanked her, as she rubbed herself on his hard cock. That would never be considered normal. Throwing herself down on her bed, she covered her nakedness with the duvet and lay face down, her bottom cheeks still throbbing from her earlier spanking. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became, the more humiliated she felt at the thought of her new step-mother, not to mention her much younger step-brother and sister, watching her being spanked and cumming on her father's lap. The tears were just about to pour from her watery eyes when she heard a quiet knock on the door. "Can I come in, Sarah?" Jill. What did she want? Sarah knew she didn't want to see anyone at that point, least of all her new sister who must have been shocked to the core by all that had happened this morning. Before she had a chance to answer, the door was pushed slowly open and Jill stepped into the room very tentatively. "Are you ok? Father does get carried away sometimes." Sarah wasn't sure if she was more stunned by the fact that this was obviously not the first spanking she had witnessed in her father's house, or mystified at the two bottles Jill was holding in her hands. Her younger sister noticed her staring and answered the question before it was asked. "Whenever father spanks mother like that I always rub some lotion onto her bottom to ease the pain a little. Would you like me to do the same for you?" Sarah's head was in a whirl. Her father was in the habit of spanking his wife? Her younger sister was in the habit of watching this take place? And then she rubbed her mother's punished cheeks, her naked cheeks to ease the pain? She didn't know what she was more embarrassed about but her sister showed no trace of being embarrassed by any of it. "No thank you, Jill. That won't be necessary. If you could just leave me alone for a little while, I'll get dressed for breakfast." "Oh please, Sarah. Let me do this for you. I really want to get to know my big sister. Maybe if we started with a shoulder massage, you'll relax a little." Sarah was just about to insist that her younger sister leave the room when she suddenly wondered if it was Jill who had left the incriminating photo on her pillow earlier. Sensing the older woman's hesitation, Jill smiled to herself and, without further ado, or before Sarah could say another word and free her arms from under the quilt, Jill eased it down off her sister's shoulders and had begun to pour some oil from the first bottle into her hands. She gently began spreading it across the other woman's shoulders and back; Sarah found herself actually relaxing under the firm but soothing presence of her younger sister's hands. When she realised that Jill was actually quite good at this, she allowed the young girl to draw her arms out from under the duvet and extend her massage up her arms, kneading each muscle with her sisterly touch. She felt very exposed lying there, naked under the quilt but, as long as Jill's hands went no further, then she felt it would be all right. Seeing that her older sister was now more compliant, Jill moved down the bed and quietly uncovered Sarah's legs, not hesitating before beginning to work her hands up and down them. Sarah tensed as her legs were revealed but couldn't deny that her younger sister seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Gently lifting the older woman's legs apart further, under the pretense of gaining access to the muscles on both sides of the thighs, the younger girl knew how close she was to her prize; she wanted another long look at her older sister's red cheeks and, if she was lucky, she might even get a peek at the bald pussy lips between Sarah's open legs. Sarah was unaware of her sister's ulterior motives but she knew it felt very, very good having those young hands push and squeeze the muscles in her legs. If she wasn't careful she could start to enjoy this and she was afraid her body would betray her all over again and that would be even worse than what had happened in the living room on her father's lap. When Jill's hands slowly pushed the quilt up further so that it was now bunched around her older sister's waist, both women gasped when the older woman's punished bottom came into view, Sarah in humiliation, Jill in amazement. Her older sister's cheeks may have been sorely dealt with but they were still magnificent, round and firm. Without hesitating, Jill took the second bottle, the one with the soothing lotion, and began to softly, shamelessly, knead her sister's firm cheeks. Sarah felt embarrassed lying there, naked but for a duvet around her waist, but this was exactly what she needed. Her cheeks were still throbbing from the beating they had received from her father and, even though her face was as red as her bottom, she couldn't help but let out a low groan of pleasure. Jill couldn't have known that the groan was almost sexual, Sarah assured herself, but she realised that the soft hands on her poor cheeks felt so good and she was sure her arousal was beginning to rise ever faster. Maybe she should have put a stop to it there and then but when she felt those small hands run down across her cheeks, the two thumbs keeping close to the inner curve of her bottom, she had something new to worry about. Seemingly unaware, Jill continued her movement downwards and brushed her hands over her sister's pussy lips, one thumb definitely stroking the other woman's clit. Stunned, Sarah tried to close her legs but her sister's purposeful hands were now working back down her thighs. She couldn't have closed her legs even if she had wanted to. Just as she had convinced herself that it had been an accidental slip and that she shouldn't make too much of it, she felt Jill begin to press harder with her thumbs, feeling them skilfully work on the inside of each thigh, rubbing in circles, teasing her older sister as she began to move back up, higher and higher. Sarah knew she should stop this right now. She was the adult. She was the guest in this house. But Jill's hands felt so good and she didn't have the heart to interrupt her seemingly innocent sister. Maybe if she tried to give her some signal that would alert the younger woman to what was happening and so, when Jill's fingers once again brushed against her sensitive clit on their upward journey, she groaned even more loudly. Jill, however, knew exactly what she was doing and kept pushing her sister to greater lengths. She tenderly massaged the muscles on either side of Sarah's moist pussy, and then moved very slowly, very sensually, back down the inside of the older woman's trembling thighs. Once again she moved her hands back up and, once again, she allowed her thumb to press Sarah's clit, lingering there now, pressing down the soft skin above and circling the vulnerable button. She smiled to herself when she felt her older sister instinctively push back against her hand and decided it was time to go for broke. Jill masterfully slipped her fingers past her sister's pussy lips and in, quickly finding Sarah's G-spot. Her thumb continued to circle the other woman's clit and, despite Sarah's feeble protestations, began to finger-fuck her as if she had her own hard cock or dildo to use on her sister. She had by now climbed on board Sarah's back, pinning her to the bed, enjoying the feeling of dominating her older sister. She suddenly leaned forward and began to whisper into Sarah's ear. "I'm going to make you cum now, Sarah. I'm going to make you cum even harder than you did when you were bouncing on father's lap and rubbing your gorgeous pussy against his hard cock." Sarah couldn't believe she was hearing these filthy words from the eighteen year old cheerleader sitting on her back. When she felt Jill use her other hand to part her red cheeks and begin to circle her tightest hole with a wet finger, she couldn't take any more. As her sister continued to torment her pussy, her clit and now her dirtiest hole, her whole body began to spasm as the orgasm that Jill had promised began to course through her uncontrollably. If Sarah had been in her right mind she would have been worried about her orgasmic screams reaching the rest of the family's ears but what Jill was doing to her felt too good to even consider such things. As her body jerked, she felt the younger girl's fingers delve deeper into her holes and she thought she was never going to stop cumming. Eventually, of course, she did stop and her mind finally came back to reality when she felt the weight of her younger sister lying on her back. The only thing between them was Jill's pyjamas and the duvet bunched around her waist. She suddenly felt her nakedness and started to stir on the bed. Jill herself knew that she had to go now or they would be missed but she leaned forward one last time to kiss her sister in the middle of her naked, sweaty back. Gently pulling her fingers from Sarah's holes, she climbed off the bed and skipped out of the room, sweetly licking her fingers dry of her older sister's pussy juices. "I'm so glad you liked that, Sarah. Mother always tells me to stop before I can make her cum. You were much better. Better hurry now; they'll be waiting for us and I'm starving. Aren't you?" Sarah buried her head in the pillow and wondered how it all gone so badly wrong yet again. Part 2 When she entered the kitchen she could barely lift her head to look at them. Her father had spanked her; her sister had made her cum; and either Jill or Tony had taken photos of her exhibitionism as she had arrived yesterday. Realising that the only one she could bear to look at, and to have them look at her, was her step-mother, she sat down opposite Liz. Breakfast was a sumptuous feast and, after a long while, Sarah finally managed to relax just a little. Her father had suggested that she spend the day here while he drove back to her apartment; he would gather all her things to help her to move in to her new home with her new family. She had already grasped that when her father "suggested" anything then that was what was going to happen. But, in truth, she was secretly delighted that he had offered to do this as she had no desire to see her flatmate ever again. When Liz suggested that the two of them go for a cycle run together, her spirits began to rise for the first time that day. It was a gorgeous day and a ride through the countryside was just what she needed. After breakfast Sarah went back to her bedroom and stripped down to her underwear before wondering what she could possibly wear to go cycling. Liz had already promised she could use Jill's bike but the problem about how to dress appropriately was a worrying one. Just at that moment, the door flew open and Liz entered, already changed for the outing, holding a lycra outfit which she simply handed over to her step-daughter. Sarah blushed at the older woman catching her in her bra and panties but Liz seemed to be enjoying running her eyes over the younger woman's almost naked body. As Sarah struggled into her new outfit, wishing she could turn her back away from the hungry eyes of her step-mother but not wanting to appear rude, she couldn't help but look at her father's wife. Liz had the powerful thighs and calves of an experienced cyclist and her one-piece outfit clung to her body like a second skin. She was curvy in all the right places and, although her breasts were not large, they seemed firm and round, her nipples poking out almost obscenely through the tight material of her suit. Somehow managing to get her own suit on over her bra and panties, small though they were, Sarah followed her step-mother downstairs and out the front door. Jill and Tony stood there holding their respective bikes, Jill smiling at her mother's familiar body, Tony glaring at Sarah's embarrassed face. They climbed on and very soon she was able to forget about sullen teenagers as she concentrated on keeping pace with her new companion. Sarah was surprised at the sexy little grin her stepmother gave her as she set off and as the older woman began to really pick up speed, she was surprised at how soon she was lagging behind. Pushing herself to catch up she looked up and caught a glimpse of Liz's full, arse and caught herself staring at her father's wife in a new light. She found she couldn't tear her eyes away from the other woman's broad shoulders which seemed to only accentuate the sensual curves of her broad hips and small waist. When Sarah felt a totally inappropriate stirring deep between her legs she tried to concentrate harder on her bike. Just at that moment Liz turned and smiled again, seemingly unaware that her step-daughter was watching the muscles in her powerful legs flex as she effortlessly propelled the bike up yet another hill. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Liz slowed to a stop and climbed off her bike, urging a slightly breathless Sarah to follow her as she began to enter an almost concealed entrance between some trees. The trail only went for about thirty or forty yards, but plunging deeper and deeper into the trees, it seemed much longer. When Sarah finally pushed through into a clearing she was met by the welcome sight of a large lake that was totally hidden from where they had stopped by the roadside. Liz had already lowered the zip that ran from her neckline and was thirstily drinking in some refreshing water from the bottle she had brought with her. Her helmet was off and Sarah once again caught herself standing almost opened mouth as she couldn't help but drink in the sexy body of her step-mother. Liz's nipples seemed very prominent and, even more shocking, Sarah thought she could see the marked outline of the older woman's pussy through her tight body suit. "Let's swim," she suddenly announced. Before Sarah could argue, her father's wife began to strip. As her step-daughter watched, Liz lowered her zip even further, stopping just below her navel, and pulled her suit back to reveal her firm breasts. Even after giving birth to two children years ago, they still seemed firm and Sarah couldn't help but notice how the large erect nipples were jutting out of pale pink areola. "Give me a hand with this, will you? It's more difficult when you're sweaty." Almost in a trance, Sarah stepped forward and began to help her step-mother to undress. She knew now that Liz hadn't been wearing a bra and if the view between her legs was anything to go by, she didn't expect to find any panties on her step-mother either. Liz simply sat down on a picnic bench, leaned back on her hands and grinned at her step-daughter in amusement, her eyes seeming to sparkle as the sunlight beat down on them. Seemingly innocently, she placed her legs over Sarah's shoulders and lifted her bottom off the bench to allow the slightly younger, but incredibly embarrassed woman to pull off her suit. As Sarah removed Liz's cycling shoes then began pulling the suit off over her feet, she could feel her heart pounding at the sight of her step-mother's naked body. Her smile now looking more mischievous than anything else, Liz left her feet on her step-daughter's shoulders a moment longer than was necessary. "Your turn," she said to Sarah as she got up and ran into the lake. It was only now that Sarah realised her step-mother was expecting her to strip off too, in front of her, here, in the open, and no swimsuit of any description to be had. As Liz splashed around in the water and shouted encouragement, Sarah told herself that it couldn't do any harm out here, in the middle of nowhere. And the water did look very inviting. Slowly, she pulled down her own zipper and tugged her suit off her shoulders before her nerve failed her, pulling it all the way down her body and off. As she heard a whistle of appreciation from her step-mother, she turned to face the other woman. Standing there in her underwear, her white bra and panties exposed to the outside air, she wondered if Liz could see how hard her nipples had become under her bra and if she herself was giving Liz her own camel-toe impersonation. Not as naked as the older woman, knowing that Liz was watching her, waiting for her, she somehow felt even more exposed. She really had no choice now but to take everything off. Liz was watching her, a surprisingly hungry look on her face. Reaching behind herself, she unhooked her bra and let the straps slide down her arms, the cups falling easily from her breasts. Tossing it on top of her cycling suit, she decided to go for it. Hooking her thumbs inside the waistband of her panties, she knew she was about to expose her most intimate area to her step-mother but, then again, hadn't the older woman done just that to her moments ago? Telling herself not to be so prudish, she slid her panties down her toned legs and tried to ignore the tingling building between her legs and wondered exactly how much of her pussy Liz could actually see from where she was now standing, quietly, in the shallows of the lake. Dropping her panties on top of the rest of her clothes, she walked over to the lake, actually enjoying the feel of the warm air as it caressed her now naked body. Dipping her toe into the water, she suddenly realised how cold it was and wondered if this was such a good idea. But watching her step-mother laugh and yell even more encouragement she suddenly held her breath and ran into the lake before diving headlong and pushing off after Liz. For a brief moment the younger woman shivered, as her body began to adjust to the temperature of the lake but then she found that she was actually enjoying it. She started to revel in the feeling of the water enveloping every single part of her body. She had swam in the nude before but never with another woman by her side and certainly not with her step-mother. Once or twice she thought she heard a noise from the water's edge but dismissed this as just her imagination. Eventually, though, the two women began to get a bit cold and tired and made their way back to the spot where they had both stripped off. Liz was first out of the water and Sarah immediately started to worry when she heard her step-mother's words. The slightly older woman seemed to be searching around for a minute before she exclaimed, "Oh no. I don't believe this!" Their cycling suits had gone as well as Sarah's underwear; even their shoes had disappeared. They stood there, frantically searching for something that they knew was long gone, stranded, entirely exposed and nervously wondering how they could ever get home while the sun began to get lower and lower by the minute. Sarah realised that the noises she had heard while she was swimming had been caused by exactly what she had feared: someone had run off with their suits and, she shivered, perhaps they were being watched at that very moment. The thought made her instinctively cover her naked breasts and pussy but she knew that didn't solve the problem of how they were going to get home. She felt embarrassed, more than a little afraid and was becoming colder and colder as her wet skin shivered by the lakeside. They searched around for something to cover themselves with; they idea of cycling home nude wasn't one that either woman wanted to contemplate but they soon realised that was exactly what they were going to have to do. As she climbed on to her bike once more Sarah thought in any other circumstances she might have quite enjoyed feeling her naked pussy sliding up and down on the hard saddle, but it was absolutely humiliating having to do it alongside her father's wife while they both rode back to her father's home. Sarah's New Family Ch. 02 Thankfully the road was quiet and they only met one car with an elderly couple within. Sarah thought the old man's eyes were going to pop out of his head as he turned his head to stare at the two naked beauties cycling by him. She hung her head in shame, though, when she caught the glare from the old woman and imagined her berating her husband for staring. Liz tried to laugh it off and her step-daughter wondered if the other woman was actually quite enjoying this humiliating experience. They rode even faster than they had on their outward journey, desperate to get home before anyone else saw them but, the faster she rode, the more Sarah could feel her leather saddle pressing hard against her moist pussy. She knew her juices were leaking out and she knew she was soaking her niece's bike but there was nothing she could do to stop her body behaving in this slutty way. She simply prayed as she rode that Jill would not be waiting for them. She could feel her juices pouring out and, although there was a physical pleasure in the way she bounced up and down on her saddle as they kept to the quieter country roads, she didn't want to be further embarrassed by handing back a bike with a saddle that was all wet and sticky. There was no-one to be seen, however, as they made their way back up the drive. They quickly deposited their bikes in the garage and ran though the house, desperate to reach the sanctuary of their own bedrooms. Desperate though she was, Liz made sure her eyes followed the naked body of her step-daughter as the younger woman ran up the stairs, feasting on the sight of Sarah's round cheeks as they bounced in time to her hurried steps. Neither of them would have been so happy to have reached home if they had known their naked arrival had been filmed once more but that was something they would discover at a later date. Part 3 Meanwhile, all Sarah could think about was reaching the sanctuary of her room and wallowing in a deep, hot bath. She rushed straight through her bedroom, not even bothering to lock the door and immediately began preparing her bath, turning the hot water tap as far as it would go. Pouring in her bubble bath, she practically dived beneath the welcoming suds even before the bath had filled and began to relax for the first time since her swim earlier in the day. The hot water, the soft suds caressing her body and the exertions of their naked bike ride soon took their toll and soon she drifted off into a world of pleasant dreams. Tony had also been sleeping but he was awoken when the two women had crashed through the front door and ran up the stairs. He had groggily walked to the door of his bedroom and only opened it a crack when he saw the naked bodies of his mother and his new step-sister rushing past. He had instinctively stepped back from the door but, in an instant, moved back to the small opening and peered out, just in time to see the two women's naked cheeks disappearing into their respective bedrooms. Almost subconsciously, he reached down and grabbed his smooth hard cock, stroking it a few times, his eyes closed, his mind filled with the sights he had just seen. He was tempted to keep on playing with himself but he was desperate to go to the toilet so he tucked himself back into his loose jeans and went down the hall to the bathroom, only to groan in frustration when he found the door locked. "Go away," shouted the voice of his twin sister and he knew that if past experience was anything to go by she would be in there forever. He knew there was an en-suite bathroom in his parents' bedroom but there was no way he was going in there. The only other option was Sarah's. He didn't see why she should have her own bathroom anyway; he had lived here much longer than she had. And if she was still naked well it was her own fault. Brave though his thoughts were, his actions were much more tentative and he quietly knocked on his step-sister's bedroom door. Getting no answer, he knocked a bit harder. Still nothing; perhaps she had fallen asleep. His desperation was increasing, however, and he silently turned the handle and pushed the door open. She was nowhere to be seen so, unable to wait any longer, he ran through to the bathroom and relieved himself. Just as he was about to flush, for some reason, he looked in the mirror above the wash hand basin and froze. His eyes wide, he turned and gazed at the gorgeous sight before him. Sarah was lying in the bath, her eyes closed and her knees slightly bent; there were plenty of bubbles surrounding her but she was tall enough for her small breasts to just be poking through the suds, her nipples hard and proud as if she was expecting a lover. Her adventures on the bike, coupled with her swim in the lake had obviously exhausted her and she lay there dozing, totally unaware that her nephew was standing only a few feet from her naked body. For one moment, he thought he should leave but then his hormones, and his lust, took over. He knew he would be in trouble if she opened her eyes, that he should quietly turn around and leave her in peace but his feet refused to leave. His eyes roamed down her statuesque neck, down over her athletic shoulders and down further to her incredible breasts. He had known as soon as his father had brought her home that her breasts weren't as big as the ones he saw on his laptop but he knew they were the ones he wanted to see more than any others, to touch them, to suck on her nipples, to kiss them and never be parted from them. He could almost follow her curves beneath the water, and he crept forward, terrified but wanting to see even more. He looked at her face closely, making sure she was asleep, then lowered his head to the bubbles and began to slowly move the suds away. If she woke up now he would have no excuses to offer; he was ogling her beautiful body and he wanted, needed to see even more. He knew what he was doing was wrong but his brain was no longer in control; all his actions were controlled by the stiff cock still poking out of his jeans after his pee. His eyes traveled down the body that was slowly being revealed the more he gently brushed the suds aside. He knew this was so wrong but nothing could stop him from revealing that final part of her body that he so desperately wanted to see. Staring at her tummy button, he took a deep breath and prepared himself to see a woman's pussy in the flesh for the first time ever. What he saw took his breath away; his step-sister was completely bald between her legs, not a single hair protected her modesty from his gaze, nor from his lust. His eyes memorised every inch of her bare skin, her folds, her pussy. Daring to look back at her face to see that she was still asleep, he let out his breath. He had not been caught, not yet. Looking back at her pussy, he loved how her long legs were bent, her knees slightly apart. Almost without thinking about it, his hand reached for his aching cock and began to stroke it. But this seemed to bring him back to reality and he knew he had to get out of there. But her pussy looked soooo good, so inviting. That's when she moaned. He nearly ran from the room in fright but she must have been dreaming because her eyes remained firmly closed. When he plucked up enough courage to approach the bath again he saw that her legs had parted just a little more and he thought he had died and gone to heaven. Her hand had reached down and she was now stroking her pussy lips in her sleep. It must have been a wonderful dream because her left hand came up out of the water and began to circle her wet nipples making them stand even more erect. He knew even more now that he should leave; he knew even more that he couldn't. Peering in between her legs, following the movements of her fingers, he realised that he had taken hold of his cock again and it felt harder than it had ever felt before. More than anything he wished that it was Sarah's hand that was wrapped around him. He couldn't even begin to wonder how it would feel to have her pussy lips on him but he knew that's what he would be thinking about as he wanked tonight. Even as he stood over her, he began to fantasise, dreaming about Sarah standing before him, unbuttoning her dress and letting it fall to the floor. His eyes widened in his mind as the object of his lust stood before him in nothing but a lacy white bra and pair of matching panties. Sarah would notice the large bulge in his jeans and smile as he commanded her to get on her knees and help him off with his jeans. He sat down in an armchair and she did as instructed, kneeling between his outstretched legs. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes as she reached for, and opened, the button of his jeans. In his fantasy he was not the least bit nervous as she released his huge cock (well, it was his fantasy) and ordered her to suck it. Running his fingers through her hair, he looked down on her as she took him in her hands, tracing the tip of her tongue along his solid shaft. It throbbed in her hands as she slowly began to give him his first blow job. He moaned in delight, not knowing if she was good or not; knowing only that her warm mouth around his cock felt incredible. Her wet tongue licked up and down while her soft hand stroked him, stopping only to kiss the pre-cum dripping from his slit. Parting her lips just a little and, before he knew it, swallowing him down her throat. This wasn't the first cock she had ever sucked, he realised, but that didn't matter. He was in heaven. Unable to control himself, he grabbed her by the hair again and began thrusting up into her eager mouth. He could feel his balls tingling in his dream and he could feel his balls tingling in reality. Opening his eyes in time to see his cum shooting from his cock, he watched in horror and fascination as it landed on Sarah's perfect breasts before running down her wet skin. Now he did run out the door, his cock swinging between his legs, terrified that he would now most certainly be caught. Sarah, however, didn't open her eyes until she heard the door to her bedroom close behind her step-brother. She had woken up moments before, realising her hand was between her legs and slightly opening her eyes to see him standing over her, tugging at his erect cock, his eyes shut tight. She knew to have said anything would have acknowledged that he had seen her naked body and she wasn't sure if she was more humiliated by that or by the fact that her step-brother's cum was now plastered across her breasts. Sinking into the cooling water, she shuddered at the thought of how perverted her new family were and wondered what could possibly happen to her next. Sarah's New Family Ch. 03 Part 1 The alarm rang at 7am but Jill was already awake, thinking of the day ahead, the day when she would finally humiliate her new step-sister and humiliate her in a very special place. She had been building up the tension all week in the classroom and now the classroom would be the scene of Sarah's ultimate embarrassment. As she lay between her soft cotton sheets, she became more and more angry at the woman who had replaced her in her own father's affection and that could never be allowed to continue. Not that Sarah or their father had any idea about how she felt. All week she had been the perfect sister and daughter, going out of her way to make the older woman feel welcome. Well, at home she had; school was a different matter. As she ran her hands down her younger, fitter body she could feel herself beginning to respond as one hand absently played with her sensitive nipples while the other drifted slowly down, over her flat tummy and down, down, between her legs to rub her hard little clit. Her eager teenage body was soon on the very edge but she pulled herself back and forced herself to go for her shower. There would be plenty of time for that later as she had a big day planned for her and her sister. After her shower, she returned to her bedroom and began to put on the outfit she would be using to torment her sister/teacher in their last class of the day. Standing naked by her bed, she picked up the tiny pleated skirt and knew that the boys (and girls) at school would love the way her legs looked in it. Stepping into the skirt, she pulled it up her long slim legs and, pulling up the zip at the back, she finally fastened the single button on the waistband. It was well below school regulation length but Jill had already discovered that she had most of the male teachers eating out of her hand when she wore it. The effect it had on her female teachers was even more exciting to the teenage girl. As she twirled in front of her full length mirror, she saw that the skirt flew up to expose her perfectly smooth pussy and she knew there were going to be more than a few "accidents" today when she bent over to pick up the pen she always seemed to drop when there was a bunch of guys behind her. Next came her white blouse, again not quite regulation but it was thin cotton and covered her as it was supposed to. The only thing was, however, because it was so thin and because she had no intention of wearing a bra today, her hard pink nipples wee clearly visible through it. She fastened the buttons to the top and put on her school tie but she knew those buttons weren't going to last long once she left her father's house. She realised she was really looking forward to school today. Looking forward to the day was the last thing Sarah was doing. All week Jill had been exposing herself more and more in class. She didn't know quite what to do about it but she knew that she had to do something. The first day her younger step-sister had flounced into her class, she had behaved fairly well and Sarah had dared to believe that the girl who had massaged her so well a few days previously was not going to cause any problems in class. What a mistake that was. The very next day the trouble started. Jill's skirt was sitting an inch shorter than regulation length; obviously rolled up around her waist because it hadn't been that short when she had left home in the morning. Her blouse too was the regulation white cotton but it seemed to Sarah that it must be a size too small as it stretched across her younger sister's high breasts, even with two buttons open, which was definitely against the rules. The first two days, Jill had sat in the front row of the tiered classroom, smiling sweetly at her teacher. On day three, however, she sat at the back. Sarah already knew that if a girl sitting so high up inadvertently opened her legs then she would have to divert her eyes from the white cotton panties on show. There was nothing inadvertent about Jill's show. When Sarah looked up from the marking she had been doing at her desk, she saw Jill staring at her. She smiled at her sister, still appearing as innocent as her father thought she was, but Sarah could see a wicked glint in the girl's eyes. As she pulled her eyes away and looked round the rest of her class, she couldn't help but return her gaze to the girl in the back row. Sure enough, Jill's legs were open but not just slightly. Sarah simply stared, mouth open, as her sister spread her legs even wider. When she did manage to pull her eyes upwards, Jill simply winked at her and then bowed her head to get on with her work as if nothing had happened. Sarah could feel herself blushing but the heat in her face was matched by the heat between her legs and she knew that Jill had flashed her deliberately. As the bell rang for the end of class, everyone else trooped out, glad that the day was over. Jill simply walked past, talking to her friends, waving nonchalantly to her step-sister, and left the room. Sarah, on the other hand, stayed in her seat, sure that someone would be able to hear how wet her panties now were if she walked down the corridor but frightened too that they might even have soaked through. She would have been mortified if any pupil saw a damp spot on the back of her tight skirt. The Thursday was even worse, even though Jill was back in the front row. Her skirt was even shorter than before but it was her top half that worried Sarah most. There were more buttons opened than closed now and Jill found an excuse on a number of occasions to approach Sarah's desk. As she bent down, innocently pointing out something to her teacher in her book, Sarah couldn't help but look down her step-sister's blouse, mesmerised by the sight of the girl's naked breasts and long, hard nipples. Then came Friday. While Sarah was dreading the last class of the day, Jill defiantly walked into the classroom, her skirt rolled up to an almost obscene height, her school blouse open as wide as ever, wearing a very smug grin on her pretty face. Once more she climbed to the back row and, once more, she sat immediately opposite Sarah's desk so that when the older woman looked up she knew what she was going to see. Only she didn't. This time Jill was spreading her legs wide as before but it wasn't her white panties Sarah was staring at; no, it was her naked pussy and Sarah's face immediately turned bright red. Shaking her head in disbelief, she forced herself to open her eyes which had shut automatically when her step-sister finally proved what a slut she was. If she thought that was embarrassing enough, however, when she managed to open her eyes once more Jill had taken her teasing to an even higher level. Sarah looked on in horror as her step-sister slipped her hand under the waistband of her short skirt and ran her finger along the length of her obviously wet slit. Staring her teacher straight in the eye, she pulled her hand out of her skirt, raised it to her mouth and licked her finger clean of her own teenage juices. Her wanton actions caused all sorts of feelings within the pit of Sarah's stomach but also between her legs. Jill was obviously deliberately provoking her and, even though Sarah was very, very aroused she was even more angry. Something had to be done. Jill smiled at her but her teacher knew her pupil had gone too far this time. Part 2 The last few minutes of the class seemed to last a lifetime to Sarah. She had not been able to concentrate on what she was saying at all. All she could think about was what she was going to have to say to Jill once the other pupils had gone. She kept running through the words she wanted to use in her head but none of them seemed right. How could she ask her step-sister why she was exposing herself in her class and how could she tell the younger girl to stop licking her pussy juices in her class? Finally the bell signalling the end of the school day rang and all the pupils rose from their desk, without being asked, and made their way out of the classroom. Jill was once again acting as if nothing untoward had happened and was chatting to her friends as they made their way to the door. Sarah knew she had to intervene. "Jill, could you wait behind for a moment, please?" The young schoolgirl simply said goodbye to her mates and walked back to the front of the class, smiling all the time. "Hi, sis. What's up?" "You know very well what's up, young lady. And it stops today. I will no longer tolerate your behaviour in my class. Is that quite clear?" "My behaviour? Oh, you mean me forgetting my panties and letting you see my pussy? I thought you liked me exposing myself. You seem to do it often enough." "What do you mean?" stammered Sarah, but already there was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "Well, you were showing off your pussy when father brought you home and only yesterday you and mother were showing off everything." "Both of those occasions were mistakes and I'd be pleased if you never mentioned them again, Jill. Now, are you going to do as I tell you or do I have to involve father in this?" "Oh, I don't think you want to do that, sis. Besides if you did, then I'd have to show him the photos I took of you showing off your body. And obviously I'd have to show them to the other kids too, maybe even the other teachers. I'm sure they'd all love to have a look at your naked body." Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was sure Tony was the one behind the photo that had been left on her pillow but now it turned out it was her step-sister all along. She tried to reason with the schoolgirl. "I don't think we need to go down that road, Jill; do we? I only want you to start behaving in class the way you do at home." But Jill knew she had her elder sister exactly where she wanted her now. She had noticed how Sarah's cheeks had turned bright red at the mention of the photos and she was sure she could even see her sister's eyes starting to get a bit wet. She stepped closer to Sarah's desk and leaned forward. "No, sis, we don't need to go down that road but we are going to go down another one. You've made me late for a date by keeping me back; you've come into my home, taken the largest bedroom and stolen my own father's affections. You're going to have to pay for that." "What do you mean?" asked Sarah nervously, no longer feeling like an angry teacher scolding a schoolgirl. Suddenly, she was the one on the defence, she was the one who was worried. Jill knew the moment had finally arrived and actually felt quite nervous as she prepared to put her plan into action. Glancing round to ensure the classroom was empty, she walked back to the door and locked it. Marching back to the front of the class, standing right in front of her step-sister's desk, she smiled. "Sarah, you have been nothing but a pain in my butt since you arrived but now it is time you learned just who is in charge. Take a look at these." The colour drained from Sarah's face as her younger step-sister reached into her school bag and withdrew two large photos. The first was of her climbing off her father's bike, her leg arched high, her skirt around her waist and her pussy clearly visible. The second was no better. It showed her and Liz arriving on their bicycles, naked, and Sarah knew there would be many more to follow. Her mouth hung open in shock and her lower lip began to quiver. Not wanting to lose the effect the photos were having on her teacher, Jill continued. As Sarah seemed to shrink further into her chair, she produced another photo. This one showed her running up the stairs to their father's house, Liz alongside her. Both of them naked, both of them displaying their breasts and their pussies for anyone who was lucky enough to be watching. And, of course, exposing themselves to the hidden eye of Jill's camera. At first there was nothing from Sarah but a stunned silence. Then her shoulders slumped down as she sank into the back of her chair. All she could say was, "Oh my God, oh my God" over and over again. "Now, Sarah, I think you know what would happen if I was to publicise these photos. You would certainly lose your job and probably be blacklisted from ever teaching again, even if you were to go home to the UK. You would certainly be shunned by all the decent people of this town you can't even begin to imagine how disappointed and ashamed father would be. Now you can avoid any one else finding out about these photos quite easily if you will just do one simple thing for me." Jill's words sounded like the sweetest music to her step-sister and Sarah instantly grabbed at the possibility of making this nightmare disappear. "Anything, Jill; anything at all. What do you want me to do?" Sarah was going to regret those words and almost hesitated when Jill rewarded her with a triumphant smile. Stepping back from the teacher's desk, she sat down on the top of one of those in the front row of the class. "Stand up, Sarah. Come round to the front of your desk." Sarah hesitated for just one second but that was enough for her to notice the smile on Jill's face turn to a frown. She jumped up out of her seat and walked round to face her pupil. "That's better. Now the problem with these photos is that they are taken from so far away. What I want from you, sis, is to let me take a closer one, here in your very own classroom." Sarah almost cried in relief. She actually thought that Jill might have a teenage crush on her and that was why she wanted her photo. Standing before the schoolgirl, she nervously wondered why Jill had not produced a camera. Jill smiled her smug smile once more and decided it was time for Sarah to find out just what she had agreed to. "I think you should start by taking off your blouse," said Jill in a very matter of fact manner, as if she was suggesting her step-sister should sit down. "What? No, you're joking. Please, Jill, I can't do that. Not here. Someone might come in." Shaking her head as if she was truly disappointed in her teacher, the schoolgirl simply reasoned that the sooner Sarah did as she was told, the sooner she would be able to have her photograph taken and all the other photos would be in her possession. It all seemed so reasonable coming from Jill's seemingly innocent mouth but the very idea of taking off her blouse and revealing her bra, her breasts, to her step-sister left Sarah's head spinning. She felt as if her whole life had been turned upside down; Jill was now the one in authority, not her. Jill had the power and it seemed she knew just how to use it. Her face was blushing and her fingers were trembling as she saw the determined look on the younger girl's face and began undoing the buttons on her blouse. Opening the buttons slowly from top to bottom, torturing herself but prolonging Jill's pleasure, she pulled her blouse free from her waistband and shrugged it off her smooth shoulders. Placing it on the desk beside her, she quickly brought her hands back in front of her to cover herself. She was wearing a very sexy, white lace bra, which hid her small breasts but could not prevent her erect nipples from protruding through the lace. Standing nervously in front of her younger step-sister, her face burned a deep shade of red as she waited for, and dreaded, Jill's next instruction. "Well, what are you waiting for, sis. Take off your skirt too and place it on the desk with your blouse." Sarah could feel herself shaking her head in protest but she knew that the longer she took to comply with her pupil's demands, the more she risked being discovered undressing in her own classroom in front of a pupil -- even if that pupil was her step-sister. This realisation spurred her on and, without further hesitation, she lowered her hands from her breasts, and reaching behind herself, opened the button on the waistband before undoing the zip. Taking a deep breath, she let her linen skirt slide slowly down her toned legs until she was able to step out of it. Bending forward ever so slightly, feeling Jill's eyes on her breasts, she lifted her skirt and placed it on the desk beside her blouse. Now she had two areas to protect and, as her left arm quickly moved up to cover her bra, her right hand moved down just as quickly to cover her newly exposed panties. Her panties belonged to a matching set and, just like her bra, were a lacy white which barely covered her hidden charms. She stopped at that point and pleaded with her step-sister not to make her go any further. Shaking her head, however, Jill was in no mood to compromise. "That wouldn't be fair, sis. You're naked in the other photos and I think you should be naked now. After all, I'm sure you will be glad to get rid of that slutty underwear. Is that what older people think is sexy?" A hurt expression briefly flashed across Sarah's face and Jill knew her words had hit the mark. Her harsh words were upsetting her teacher and she decided to push home her advantage. "Ok, Sarah, take off the bra and lay it on the desk." Once again, Jill's curt words left no room for debate. But still she had to try. "Please, Jill, I can't. You can't really want me to expose myself in front of you, do you?" She knew she was practically begging now but she didn't know what else to do. Jill said nothing, simply staring at her teacher, and Sarah knew her slight resistance was futile. Her whole body seemed to resign itself as she reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra. Almost tantalisingly, the straps slowly slid down her arms before she forced herself to peel the cups from her breasts and placed the white lace on her desk. Her face seemed to be an even darker red than before, if that was possible, and she squeezed her thighs together to stop the inevitable tingling between her legs that always accompanied her enforced exposure. Both hands now moved back to her breasts, trying to protect them from the schoolgirl's hungry eyes. "Now, sis, that's not the way your breasts looked in the photo, is it? You didn't seem to be bothered covering them up when you were running about the house, naked, with mother. I want you to put your arms straight down by your sides and keep them there. Or you know what the consequences are." Sarah knew she had no choice as she lowered her hands slowly to her sides, the weight of Jill's threat lying heavily upon her. Her step-sister, on the other hand, was very pleased with what she saw and with how well her plan was going. She thought her step-sister had beautiful breasts, especially when she could see them so clearly, especially when the other woman's nipples were so engorged and especially when Sarah was so embarrassed at standing before her in just her panties. Of course, she wasn't going to let her step-sister know how gorgeous she thought she was. Using everything she had ever learned in drama class, she simply shook her head. "You really don't have much to hide, sis; do you? Those tits are tiny, just like a little girl's. You'd better take off your panties too so that I can make sure you look more like a grown woman there." Sarah was really hurt by the harsh words of her younger sister, especially since she knew Jill's breasts were much bigger than her own. She was almost in tears when she reached down to the sides of her panties and slowly began rolling them down over her hips. She had to bend forward in front of her pupil as she lifted one leg after the other and stepped out of her lacy panties. Standing up straight, she placed them on top of the pile of clothes and, without further instruction, returned her hands to her sides. Her head hung low as she was too ashamed to look at her younger step-sister, too ashamed to be standing there naked in front of her and too afraid that someone was going to open her classroom door at any moment. She hadn't noticed Jill lock it earlier but even that knowledge would have brought little relief. Sarah's New Family Ch. 03 Jill could hardly believe it. After all her dreaming and fantasising about this moment, it had finally arrived. Her new step-sister, her very own teacher, stood naked in front of her. While she walked round Sarah's trembling body, her eyes feasting on the older woman's sexy body, her attention was diverted just for a moment. She noticed Sarah's lacy panties resting on top of the pile of clothes and picked them up. Turning them inside out, she noticed the damp spot where her step-sister's pussy had been only moments before and was astounded. She had heard the rumours about Sarah and suspected she was a slut but never knew that the naked woman in front of her could be turned on by such exquisite humiliation. She coughed and Sarah hesitantly looked up only to see her pupil holding her own white panties to her face and inhaling deeply. She thought she couldn't take much more embarrassment but when Jill stuck out her tongue and licked all along the length of the cotton crotch of her panties, she couldn't help but let out a little cry of shame. She knew her step-sister could see how wet her panties were and now she was licking the juices that had made them so wet. She would never be able to look Jill in the face again. Tucking her step-sister's panties into her school bag, Jill issues her next instruction. "Turn round, sis." Not knowing what to expect next, Sarah began to slowly turn about until her back was to her pupil. Jill had seen Sarah's bottom before, of course, but she still took a moment to enjoy the sight of her step-sister's round cheeks. When she didn't say anything, just licked her lips in anticipation, Sarah looked back over her shoulder. Snapping out of her daydream, Jill looked her stepsister straight in the eye and said, "Bend over, Sarah." "Oh really, Jill! Can't you just take your photo now and let me get dressed? I'm going to be late for a staff meeting." "Then you'd better do what I tell you to do. Or maybe you'd like me to come to the meeting with you and show the other teachers the photos I already have." Sarah knew that her younger sister held all the cards and did as she was instructed, bending forward, keeping her legs straight and resting her hands on her knees. "Now open your legs, Sarah. That's right, just a little wider. Good. It's not as if I haven't seen it all before and, to be honest, you don't have much of an ass either, do you?" Sarah shuddered at the cruelty of the younger girl's words. She knew that Jill would be able to see not only her bottom as clearly as anyone ever had but, with her legs spread, she knew her pussy lips would be peeking out from between them. "Almost ready to take the photo now, sis. Just reach round and pull your cheeks apart from me. Just one last thing and this will all be over." The tears falling freely from her eyes now, Sarah reached back as instructed and pulled her cheeks open for her tormentor. Finally she heard Jill rummaging in her school bag and, sure enough, within a few minutes, she pulled out her camera and pointed it at her naked step-sister. "Sarah?" Still holding her cheeks apart, the young teacher looked round. And that's when Jill took her photo. She had stepped back to take in as much of the classroom as possible so that anyone looking at the photo would know where it was taken. With Sarah looking round the way she was, they would also know exactly who the naked woman was. "Thanks, Sarah. I'll see you at home." And with that, putting her camera back in her bag, she promptly turned and strolled to the back of the classroom as if she hadn't a care in the world. Unlocking the door, she opened it wide and walked out. She smiled one last time as she heard her step-sister running to the door and slamming it shut. Part 3 The last person Sarah wanted to see when she left the school was Jill but there was her step-sister waiting for her by her car. Even worse she was holding Sarah's lacy panties in her hand and twirling them for all the world to see. "You can have them back if you give me a lift home," smiled the younger girl. Sarah was furious with Jill, and with herself, over the humiliation of stripping in her own classroom and allowing her pupil to take a photo of her as she bent over and spread her bottom cheeks. She knew, however, that she could not allow any more mishaps at her father's home and grabbed her white panties from Jill's hand. "Get in." Jill's face beamed as she really didn't want to have to walk home and she had plans to brighten up the tedious journey through rush hour traffic. Sarah, on the other hand, skulked between her car and the wall she had parked next to, as she slid on her panties, determined that her step-sister was not going to have another flash of her pussy. Even the thought of it embarrassed Sarah; but what made her shudder was the realisation that the same thought also got the juices running between her legs again. As Sarah got in to the car and drove off, they hit road works almost immediately and ground to a halt. After a few minutes of waiting, Jill turned in her seat and smiled at her older step-sister. "Why don't we make this more interesting, sis? Each time we have to stop, you have to remove an item of clothing." "What? No way! Any more of that and you can walk home, Jill." "Ok, sis. But I'm sure Tony will be delighted to see your new photo. Did you know he has a thing for your bottom? He's going to love seeing you with your cheeks spread wide." As Jill reached into her bag for her phone, Sarah knew she had no choice. She agreed to play her step-sister's game and prepared for the worst. She almost cried when the traffic started to move but stopped again almost immediately. "Time to take something off, sis." Sarah looked pleadingly at the younger girl but knew she would get no mercy from her. Then, thinking that she would try to get home as soon as possible without removing too much, she reached down and slid off one of her shoes. "Not good enough, Sarah; if you're giving me a shoe then I want both of them." Sarah slumped in the seat, defeated once again, and reached down for her other shoe. Just as she handed them both to Jill the cars in front started to inch forward. Almost reluctantly, and with some difficulty now that she was wearing nothing on her feet, she began to drive again. They could only have moved a few hundred yards when the traffic stopped again. Sarah almost groaned out loud. "Well, I think things are about to get interesting, sis, aren't they? Take of your blouse." "Please, Jill, you can't want me to humiliate myself like this? All the drivers going the opposite way will see me." "Ok, Sarah, if that's how you want it. I'm sure I've got father's email address on this phone." The threat was implicit but all too real. She knew she had no choice as she slowly started to undo the buttons on her blouse. Just as she got to the bottom one, however, the car in front started to drive again and she was forced to return her attention to the road. The relief washed over her. "You'll pay for that, sis. The next time we have to stop, you can finish taking off your blouse and throw it out the window. Do it without hesitation and I just might allow you to keep your bra on." Sarah shuddered in apprehension and felt the tears in her eyes when the traffic suddenly stopped once again. Jill simply turned in her seat and smiled at her sister, waiting. Taking her trembling hands off the steering wheel, she finished opening her buttons, leaned forward and slipped the blouse off her shoulders. Opening the buttons at the wrists she pulled her arms out of the sleeves, then quickly pulled it round to hide her bra-covered breasts. "Open the window, Sarah." Almost without thinking, she did as she was told. Pressing the button to lower the window but using her other hand to hold her blouse up, trying to achieve some level of protection. "Now, hold your blouse out the window and let the wind take it." Sarah could already feel the force of the wind through the open window, could already feel the chill on her skin but knew that it wasn't just the cold that was making her nipples erect. She knew, as the tingling in her pussy convinced her, that she was both aroused and terrified at following her step-sister's instructions. As soon as she held her arm out the window and released her blouse, it flew away in the wind. If that wasn't bad enough, the car behind her started tooting its horn and she was horrified to look in the rear view mirror and see a car full of young men, cheering and laughing at the thought of the woman in front of them slowly undressing. Even worse were the flashing lights and cheers from the cars on the opposite side of the road. As she tried to protect herself with her arms, Sarah was all too aware that the other drivers were enjoying the sight of the near-topless woman just feet away from them. She knew there was no escape but her hopes started to rise just a little when the traffic began to move and seemed to be picking up speed. Maybe losing her blouse would be the worst thing that would happen. Jill, however, had other ideas. She knew how bad the traffic was at this time of day and she had deliberately kept Sarah long enough in her classroom to make sure they hit the worst of it. "I think I'll have your skirt next, Sarah," said the evil girl as her step-sister nearly ploughed into the car in front, desperate not to have to stop her own car again. "Please, Jill, don't do this. I'll do anything you want once we get home. This is just too embarrassing." "I'm getting tired of your whining, sis. One more word out of you and the deal is off. I'll take the photos and show them to father as soon as we get home if you don't do what I tell you." Sarah could hear the menace in her younger sister's voice and resigned herself to losing her skirt. Taking off her seat belt, she reached behind her back and undid the button on the waistband before lowering the short zip. She wiggled her hips just a little, tugging her skirt over them, then lowered it down past her knees before leaning forward to pull it over her feet. Jill was now squirming herself in her seat as her step-sister's delicious body was coming more into view and, looking down, she could see the crotch of Sarah's lacy white panties was more than a little wet. Her slutty teacher's pussy was leaking her juices onto her tiny panties, making them more and more wet with each new humiliation. That was when she noticed Sarah's hard nipples sticking out of her matching lacy bra and realised that she was going to have even more fun than she had realised. "Out the window with it, sis." Sarah didn't even bother to argue or to plead this time as she knew it was helpless. The window was still down and she simply threw her skirt out to the expected cheers and flashing lights from the other cars. "You seem to be enjoying yourself, Sarah. Your panties are soaking and your nipples are poking through your bra. You really are a slut, aren't you?" Sarah knew she couldn't argue as the evidence was all too obvious to both of them. She cringed when her younger step-sister called her a slut but the juices soaking though her panties told their own story. Thankfully, the traffic started to move again but within minutes stopped again. "Time to lose your panties, sis." Sarah was actually quite relieved as she knew her pussy would not be visible from the cars passing by them, whereas her breasts would have been if she'd been instructed to take it off. Raising her hips off the seat, she peeled her sticky panties away from her wet pussy and down off her legs. Without waiting to be told, she simply threw them out of the window, delighted that the car in front started to move just at that moment. She wasn't so pleased, however, when she saw the driver from the car behind get out and retrieve her lacy panties from the road. If that wasn't humiliating enough, he stood there doing some kind of triumphant jig as he waved her panties in the air to cheers from all the other drivers. Thankfully the traffic had begun to move freely now but she still felt very self conscious sitting in her car with only her small bra protecting her last shred of modesty. That was when she felt Jill's hand on her thigh. The girl's fingers moved up and down her smooth thigh and Sarah could feel her pussy getting automatically wetter as they passed other cars and trucks, wondering if the drivers could see her naked pussy as they looked down. Jill's fingers moved insistently towards her clit and Sarah could feel her juices flowing out of her unprotected pussy and down onto the seat of the car. Just as she got thought the worst was about to happen, the car had to stop again. "Well, looks like you're going to be going home naked again, sis. Let's have the bra." Sarah's nipples ached from being so hard as she pulled off her last remaining item of clothing and threw it, not out of the window, but straight at her pupil. "Are you happy now?" She was angry but she shivered in fear when Jill simply smiled at her. "Oh, yes, Sarah; very happy. And we've only just begun." Sarah's New Family Ch. 04 Part 1 Sarah slammed the car door shut and ran to the house. She couldn't believe she was arriving at her father's house naked again but as she ran up the stairs and burst through the front door she felt a momentary sense of relief in knowing that Jill was still sitting in her car and couldn't be recording her latest humiliation. Her younger step-sister, however, was smiling her usual smug smile. Not only did she have her teacher's panties to play with later, she knew exactly what Tony had been up to when he should have been at school. Her brother sat in his room, his eyes riveted to the latest adventure of his older step-sister. He had watched her run to the house, her small breasts large enough to wobble as she ran, enticing enough to make his cock stiffen as he watched. The small camera he had fitted to the outside security one was working perfectly and he had an excellent view of Sarah's nude body as she ran towards their house. Connected to his laptop wirelessly, he now had another video to ensure his older sister did just what he and Jill told her to do. That morning he had waited until he was sure everyone was out before he began fitting the miniature cameras he and Jill had bought online, along with the ones he had ordered on his own that she knew nothing about. They were now all connected to his laptop, ready to provide him with a lifetime's supply of free porn and maybe even a new source of revenue if he decided to share his work with others at school. He had fitted two of his tiny cameras in the light fitting between his and Sarah's door, one facing in each direction. As she arrived at the top of the stairs and began to run down the corridor, he watched as she raced towards the apparent sanctuary of her bedroom. As she approached the first camera, Tony got a great view of her gorgeous breasts and bald pussy but it was when she passed under the light and the second camera took over the filming that he got the shot he wanted. He was already in love with his sister's bottom and he felt his hard cock twitch in his jeans as he stared in wonder at her cheeks bouncing as she ran to her room. Just as Sarah reached the security of her bedroom, so Jill burst through the door of her brother's room. "Well, is it working?" she breathlessly asked her twin brother. "See for yourself," answered her smiling twin as he leaned back to allow his sister to see their older step-sister close the bedroom behind her and lock it. Only when the door was locked did Sarah's breathing begin to slow down and the memory of her striptease in her own classroom returned. Her cheeks burned red as the humiliation flooded over her and she could feel the tell-tale tingle between her legs once again. Feeling dirty and aroused in equal measure, she headed straight for her en-suite bathroom and, once again, locked the door behind her. Jill and Tony smiled to themselves as they both knew how to open all the locks in their father's house and they also knew that there was to be no hiding from the hidden eye of their cameras for poor Sarah. "You didn't point one of them at her toilet, did you?" Jill asked mischievously, knowing full well the depths of her brother's depravity. "Of course not. What do you take me for?" her indignant brother replied, trying hard to hide the blush on his face. There was a camera pointed at their step-sister's shower, however, and their attention was dragged back to the screen as they watched Sarah walk towards it and turn it on. After waiting a few moments for the water to heat up, she climbed in and the twins stared at the small screen; their naked sister innocently picked up her bottle of shower gel and poured some into her left hand, before rubbing it all over her body, her right hand joining her left as they caressed ever inch of her smooth skin. Tony could feel his cock stretching within the ever tighter confines of his jeans while Jill squirmed beside him, wondering if he would notice she was just as turned on as he was. Their eyes never left the laptop as the warm water ran all over the sexy body of their step-sister, washing all the suds off her clean skin, all the way down her long legs. As she finished soaping her body, she reached for the shampoo and, pouring some into her left hand again, she tilted her head back and began to wash her long, dark hair. This made her small breasts stand out and Jill and Tony were astonished all over again at how sexy small tits could be. As Sarah turned to let the water wash the shampoo from her hair, she faced the unseen camera and began to play with those very breasts. Tony thought she must have been washing herself again but Jill noticed how hard her step-sister's nipples had become and realised there was something else going on here. As the unsuspecting teacher began tweaking first one nipple then the other, running her wet finger around them, the grinning twins watched in delight as they saw her slide her right hand down her body towards her equally wet pussy. Her pussy, of course, was wet inside and out. They watched intently as a single finger rubbed up and down her lips. Her mouth opened and they suspected she was moaning in pleasure, even if they couldn't hear her. As she continued to rub at the lips with one hand while playing with her breasts with another, Tony thought he was going to cum without even touching himself but the best was yet to come. Jill desperately wanted to do exactly what her older sister was doing as they watched Sarah part her swollen pussy lips with one hand and stared as she brought her other hand down from her breasts. They were almost sure they could hear her squeals of pleasure as she inserted just one finger into her pussy and began to easily slide it in and out. Tony was just as anxious to touch his cock, torn between watching and wanting to join in. When Sarah slid a second finger into her pussy and began to masturbate even faster, both twins let out a moan of desire. Sarah didn't last long and when they watched her face contort in ecstasy, they knew she was cumming. She had no idea anyone could see her as her legs almost gave way, forcing her to lean back against the shower wall, still plunging the fingers of one hand in and out while her other hand concentrated on her swollen clit, teasing it throughout her powerful orgasm before it finally stopped and she slumped to the floor. Both Jill and Tony were desperate for some time on their own so, when Sarah eventually lifted herself to her feet and turned the tap off, Jill made her excuses and practically ran to her bedroom. Tony now had to decide if he would rerun what he had just watched or switch to the secret camera even Jill didn't know he had planted in her room. Part 2 He switched momentarily to the camera in his twin sister's bedroom, the one he had placed in the smoke alarm directly above her bed. He was rewarded when Jill bounced on to the bed and, in one movement, had lifted her skirt and plunged two fingers into her obviously very wet pussy. He finally was free to open his jeans and release his cock but, as he did so, he noticed his sister wasn't content to masturbate to the memory of what they had both just witnessed. She had produced a pair of white lacy panties which she was holding to her face and licking. Tony knew they didn't belong to his twin as he had often rummaged in her underwear drawer and he had never seen a pair as skimpy as the ones she was now practically devouring. Thinking he better check one last time on their older step-sister before he and Jill had a mutual, if slightly parted, wanking session, he switched cameras on his laptop. That was when he froze. Despite his denials he had, of course, fitted a camera to watch Sarah on the toilet. He knew it was the ultimate perversion but he also knew just how humiliated she would be if her ever told her. With one hand on his laptop and the other on his newly released cock he watched his towel-wrapped step-sister walk across the bathroom and lift the lid on the toilet. She turned to face the camera as if in slow motion, oblivious to the fact that she was being spied upon, and dropped her towel to the floor. Sarah slowly sat down as Tony's hand quickened its pace as he pulled at his cock. Unable to hear anything, he was compensated by the sight of her newly shaved pussy before she leaned slightly forward and a look of concentration came over her face. She didn't sit there long but the relief on her face was obvious and Tony had to slow down or he knew he was going to cum all over his laptop. As she reached for the toilet tissue she noticed in dismay that it was finished and she had to stand up to be able to reach the spare roll. Tony groaned aloud as his step-sister tore a few sheets off the new roll and began to wipe between her legs, squatting slightly, her legs parted just a little. It was so intimate, so private, that Tony nearly came on the spot as he watched his teacher and imagined how she would feel when he showed her this video. He now knew that he this was what he was definitely going to do and he could hardly wait. Just as he felt he was going to blow his load all over his room the door opened and there stood Jill. "I knew it, you little pervert. I knew you wouldn't be able to resist watching her pee. Well, you're both mine now. You'll both do exactly what I tell you." Part 3 The weekend was a quiet one for Sarah. She saw little of the twins and had a restful couple of days with her father and Liz. Even Monday morning hadn't been too bad back at school. Monday afternoon, however, was to be a different story. She was dreading the last class of the day as that would be when she would be forced to face Jill again and she wondered what her step-sister had in store for her. Surprisingly, Jill was the first into class, closely followed by Tony. They marched straight to the back row of seats and glowered at anyone else who dared to try and join them there. Sarah tried to ignore Jill's open impertinence but knew she was going to cause trouble as soon as she saw the younger girl begin to slowly open her tight school blouse, one button at a time, until there were more open than there were closed. Tony seemed to be deliberately trying to ignore his twin sister but even he shifted in his seat to get a better view of Jill's naked breasts. Not only was her school blouse practically hanging off but she was not even wearing a bra. Sarah shuddered at the thought that she probably wasn't wearing any panties either and tried to concentrate on her other pupils. When her step sister began to slide her skirt up her smooth thighs and spread her legs open, however, the poor teacher couldn't help but look. Sarah watched as Jill moved slowly, deliberately, her hand sliding along the outside of her leg, and then curling to the inside of her thigh as she reached her skirt. Her skin was smooth and unblemished and the teacher's pussy tingled as she wondered how far her step-sister would go, especially as her twin brother was sitting beside her. But this show was for Sarah alone and Jill looked her straight in the eye as her hands travelled further up, pushing her school skirt before them, revealing, as Sarah had suspected, that she was wearing no panties at all. Smiling, Jill continued to move slowly, tantalisingly, as Sarah continued to watch, incapable of looking anywhere else. Her movements were almost imperceptible but Sarah could see her pupil's hands moving further and further up her legs. Jill slumped further down, her legs parted, leaving nothing to her teacher's imagination. Her eyes bore into Sarah's as her lips opened up a bit wider in pleasure and her breasts heaved more obviously now. Tony was watching now too, fascinated by something he'd never seen in real life, a woman masturbating beside him, his own sister masturbating beside him. He moved his hand to the bulge in his trousers and began to rub slowly. He could feel his cock twitching as his pleasure grew but he knew he would have to stop or he would cum there and then. Sarah, on the other hand, could only sit and stare at her step-siblings, too afraid to say anything, too ashamed to admit she wanted to watch, too fearful of trying to stop them in case the other pupils turned round. She would surely have questions to answer if one of the others reported to the authorities what she was allowing Tony and Jill to do during her class. Tony seemed to have her attention now as he stroked himself again under his desk but Jill was not going to allow that to continue. She spread her legs a little wider in response to her own touch and both Tony and Sarah watched in amazement as her eyes rolled back when she found the spot she had been searching for. Still rubbing herself with two fingers from her right hand, her left one moved up to her naked breasts, pushing her blouse out of the way and exposing herself even more. As she circled and stroked one nipple after the other, her audience of two watched as they hardened, allowing Jill to squeeze them and tug at them. Opening her eyes again, looking first at Tony and then at Sarah, she released her nipples before licking the tip of one finger and brought it down to her pussy. Her movements quickened as she circled her throbbing clit with her wet finger, while her other hand began to prise apart her pussy lips. When she inserted a single finger between her lips, Tony squeezed his cock hard, certain that he was going to cum, but he couldn't stop watching. Neither could Sarah but she knew she had to do something, no matter what the consequences. Jill's body was beginning to writhe as two fingers now plunged in and out of her soaking pussy and she was sure she could hear the sound of the girl's juicy cunt. "Class dismissed!" "But, miss, we still have twenty minutes to go." "I said, "Class Dismissed"! I'm sure none of you will complain about going home early." There seemed to be a collective shrug of the shoulders around the room, as well as a few quizzical looks. After what seemed like an eternity to Sarah, her pupils began to gather their things together and make for the door. All except Jill and Tony, that is. The twins simply smiled insolently back at their step-sister and sauntered to the front of the class. Jill had rearranged her skirt and blouse before the rest of the class noticed what was going on but Sarah was more concerned about the laptop Tony was carrying under his arm and the impertinent look he had on his face. Neither of them seemed concerned by their actions in the back row and now stood on either side of their teacher's desk. "How dare you act like that in my class!" "You still don't get it, sis, do you? We can do anything we want and, just so you finally understand, I think you should take a look at this little film Tony made." Sarah's head was in a whirl at this sudden turn of events. She had been preparing to give them such a row but, instead, found herself watching as her step-brother opened his computer and found what he was looking for. In moments, Sarah knew her life was ruined. There on the screen was a shot from her own en-suite bathroom, from her own shower, showing her naked body leaning against the wall of the shower, her fingers buried deep in her pussy. Her face burned in embarrassment as she realised they must have planted a secret camera somewhere. "It's very clear, don't you think. You can see just how engorged your nipples are, even if your tits will never be as big as mine." Sarah shuddered as Jill seemed to know exactly which buttons to press to humiliate her totally. "We could show you the whole film but I don't think we have time for that today. Why don't we have an evening in front of the TV with mother and father? I'm sure he would love to see what a tramp is eldest daughter really is." "What do you want, Jill?" Before the younger girl could answer they heard footsteps in the corridor outside. Jill and Tony ducked down and hid under Sarah's desk, the front of the desk hiding them completely. Sarah looked at them in consternation before the door flew open and in walked the Headmistress. "Miss Tucker, why have you let your class out so early?" Sarah began to push her chair back to allow herself to stand up but her dress seemed to be caught on something. She couldn't tell that it was being held firmly by her siblings, essentially trapping her in her seat. Her face blushed red as she knew the Headmistress would be even more angry at her lack of manners. She began to feel a soft breeze up her skirt but tried to tell herself it was just the air conditioning switching on automatically. Her skirt was long, almost down to her ankles. The length protected her and allowed her to wear the skimpy panties she was so keen on. It had always given her a little thrill to wonder what her pupils would say if they had known what sexy underwear their teacher wore. Trying hard to concentrate on explaining to the Headmistress that she wasn't feeling well, she was shocked when she felt her wraparound skirt being slowly parted, exposing her toned legs to the twins beneath her desk. She was too shocked to say anything or to try once more to escape their clutches. Someone's hands, they felt like Jill's but she couldn't be sure they didn't belong to Tony, were slowly sliding up her legs towards her smooth thighs. She could feel her unseen assailant's warm breath on the inside of her legs as whoever it was got into position between them. She could only sit there, totally stunned, too afraid to move and too turned on to stop her face from turning red. She had no idea how far they would go but knew that she was going nowhere. "You do look a bit flushed, Miss Tucker. Would you like me to call someone for you? Your father, perhaps?" Sarah blanched at the mention of her father but also at the realisation that Tony's laptop was still open, still showing the picture of her masturbating in her shower at home, her father's home. The Headmistress was inches away and had to be got rid off immediately. Before she could answer the other woman, however, she had another shock to deal with. The hands beneath her skirt had untied the straps on each side of her tiny thong and her bald pussy was now exposed to whoever was taunting her. She couldn't believe this was happening to her and she blushed a deeper shade of red, not knowing what to do. She felt another breath between her legs, blowing along her wet slit, and she almost fainted in shock. She stared at the Headmistress, helplessly, wishing she would just go away, knowing that she would have been shocked if she could see what was happening to a member of her staff. The thought that two pupils were sexually tormenting a teacher was unbelievable; the fact that they all belonged to the same family just made it incredibly worse. She felt the person's breath get hotter and her own get shallower as they moved ever closer to her dripping pussy. She couldn't move; she couldn't say anything. Her mouth was so dry in anticipation but how could she say to the Headmistress, "Excuse me but someone is about to eat my cunt"? It was if she was in a trance; not believing this was happening nor believing that she was letting it. She felt pressure on the inside of her thighs, insistently pressing outward, as her tormentor silently told her to spread her legs. She resisted but knew, with the Headmistress staring at her, that she could not put up much of a fight, hoping that this would soon be over. She opened her legs wide enough for whoever it was to inch forward and she could feel her pussy gushing, soaking her skirt, making her feel even more embarrassed at the proximity of her boss. All she knew was that she was about to have her pussy eaten by someone she couldn't see and there was nothing she could do about it. Sarah's New Family Ch. 04 As if Jill, or Tony, could read her mind, she felt their tongue slide along her sensitive lips, all the way to the top where her clit lay waiting. She shuddered with pleasure and unconsciously spread her legs a little wider, almost leaning back in her chair before she once again noticed the Headmistress staring at her and noticed the open laptop. But her attacker took her opening thighs as a signal to continue and they moved even closer to her. Whoever it was, Sarah felt their nose bump her engorged clit as their tongue continued to slowly lick up and down the length of her slit before a little pressure was added and it slipped inside. Sarah knew that either her sister or her brother was tasting her and she shivered with lust and trembled in shame. She felt if she tried to say any more to the Headmistress, her voice would betray her. She tried pleading with her eyes to the older woman but she in turn just looked even more perplexed by the obvious discomfort of the young teacher. When Sarah felt the invisible tormentor bring their fingers up to spread her lips before lapping at her juices even more noisily, she knew she had to do something. Putting her hand under her desk on top of the head between her thighs, she stilled whoever it was for a moment and turned her attention back to the Headmistress. "I'll just finish what I'm doing and then go home, thank you. There's no need to call anyone. I have my car with me." "Well, if you're sure, Miss Tucker. I hope you feel better soon." With that, the Headmistress turned and walked the length of the classroom before closing the door behind her. Sarah nearly cried in relief but she released her hand just long enough for the assault on her pussy to begin again. The tongue was now circling her clit, driving her mad as each new sensation caused her juices to flow once more. Two fingers now slid into her easily and she could do nothing but give herself up to the moment. Whoever was teasing her wasn't finished with her yet, however. One moist finger slid out of her and began to move lower, sliding a wet path down. Sarah moaned aloud in desperation as the three-pronged attack continued on her clit, on her pussy and now on her tightest hole. Just as she reached the very brink, everything stopped. She moaned again but this time in frustration. She watched as the twins climbed out from beneath her desk, Jill wiping her mouth, Tony sucking her juices from his fingers. It had been both of them. "Frustrating, isn't it, sis? We'll see you at home. Don't forget the laptop, Tony." Sarah nearly cried as they walked out of her classroom and if she hadn't been in enough trouble already, she might have finished what they had started. How could she know, however, whether or not they had fitted cameras in here too? She would have to wait until she got home. That was when she remembered the shot taken of her in her own shower; was nowhere safe any more? Part 4 Farmer Tom enjoyed walking on this part of his land. The trees hid him from the lay-by and he had spied on many couples over the years. It always turned him on when he watched them, young and old, sharing a secret liaison, especially when the woman was as sexy as the one whose car had just screeched to a halt on the other side of the trees. Either she was late or she had a desperate reason to stop so suddenly. Sarah was indeed desperate. She had been left incredibly turned on by what the twins had done to her under her own desk. She had been incredibly embarrassed as they brought her to the very edge of cumming in front of her own Headmistress. And she was incredibly frustrated that they hadn't finished the job but, instead, had left her practically begging for more. She knew she couldn't go home to pull her panties down; she wasn't sure where the evil twins had placed cameras. She knew she couldn't masturbate at school as it would be just too embarrassing if she was caught. The only thing to do was to find somewhere private on the road home and this lay-by seemed like the perfect spot. Farmer Tom couldn't possibly know what had driven Sarah to park so recklessly close to his land; nor could he possibly know how desperate she was. But he suddenly realised what she was about to do and the smile on his face grew as quickly as the fat cock in his trousers. He grinned as he watched her reach down and pull up the edge of her skirt until it was gathered around her waist. Hidden as he was, there was no need to try to disguise the first twitches of his awakening erection. His eyes never moved from her as she began to push up her blouse, obviously too desperate to expose her breasts to be bothered wasting time opening buttons. He watched as she pulled her lacy bra down, her small tits springing free, and he was sure it wasn't the breeze that was making her nipples stand erect. He stared as Sarah quickly looked round, checking one last time that no-one was near, before her hand reached up to her right breast, her fingers teasing her hard nipple, brushing over it lightly. He could feel himself getting harder and his smile grew even wider. No longer bothering to check her surroundings, Sarah reached down with her other hand and pulled her panties to the side. Farmer Tom was riveted to the sight now as he could clearly see her bald pussy and, when she brought her right hand down and began to stroke her wet slit, he could feel his cock start to leak too. Sarah's busy hand was sliding up and down with an unmistakeable intention. She was obviously desperate to cum and Farmer Tom was desperate to see her do exactly that. Her left hand now joined her right and she began to tease her clit, circling it, tormenting it while her right hand was delving deeper and deeper within her pussy lips. Only once did she remove her fingers from within herself, to bring her hand to her mouth as she licked the juices from her hand before bringing it back to down to her insatiable pussy. Although Farmer Tom's eyes were wide open, Sarah's softly closed as her body began to move in response to what her fingers were doing. He opened the zip on his trousers and gently eased his hard cock out. Smiling to herself, he imagined her smiling at him, at his cock, Sarah continued to bring herself ever closer to the orgasm she sought so urgently. His own hand now tightened his grip, feeling his excitement grow as his hand began to move with even faster strokes, imagining she was watching him just as he was watching her. Her back began to flex, her own fingers moving faster and deeper, finding her magical spot. Farmer Tom couldn't know what was happening at that moment but he could see the lust on her face and he could almost hear the moans of pleasure escaping her lips. Knowing how close she was, it wasn't long before he was at that point too. Both their hands now matched in speed, her body writhed in pleasure as his jerked in anticipation. All of a sudden, he shot his hot spunk out over the trees in front of him, his eyes struggling to keep focus on what Sarah was doing feet away. Only when his hand stopped pumping, his cock stopped shooting and his body stopped trembling, did he smile once more as he watched Sarah's body tense and hold still for a second before she too began to spasm in ecstasy, her orgasm taking over her whole body to the exclusion of everything else. His breath returning to normal, he watched as she slowly came back down to earth and realised what she had done. Looking around in panic, she rearranged her skirt and blouse, before driving off, hoping against hope that, for once, no-one had been watching. Part 5 Sarah had been summoned to Jill's bedroom. There was no other way to describe what had met her met when she returned to her father's house, her panties still wet from what had happened in the car. Her step-brother had been waiting for her as soon as she came through the front door and had followed her up the stairs to Jill's room. Sarah knew Tony was infatuated by her bottom and, when she looked round, his face was only inches from her rear as he climbed the stairs behind her. "You took your time, sis. We've been home for quite some time. Did you stop off on the way here?" Sarah blushed, wondering if indeed the twins had somehow seen her masturbating in the lay-by but knew that this was impossible. "What do you want, Jill?" "Don't you dare speak to me in that tone of voice, Sarah. We are the ones in control now and with the latest addition to your gallery, I think the fun has only just begun. Show her, Tony." The insolent boy pulled his phone out of his pocket, pressed a couple of buttons, then handed it to his teacher. Sarah took it questioningly, before looking at the screen. She almost dropped it in shock as the picture clearly showed someone's pussy being licked under a desk. For once, she couldn't be identified but Sarah knew that, together with all the other material the twins had of her being exposed, no-one would doubt who was being pleasured. Jill's face, of course, was obscured and there was nothing to show who had been doing the filming either. "You're supposed to be the clever one of the family, Sarah, so I'm sure you can imagine how damaging this film could be to your career." Jill let that little thought eat into her step-sister's brain before teasing her with her next statement. "Of course, there is a way to ensure that no-one but us ever sees the video. I'm sure that you will be up for a rather original way to pay Tony for his excellent camera work." "What do you want me to do now, Jill?" asked Sarah, once more defeated, knowing that this offer was not as kindly as it sounded. "Now don't be like that, sis. You sound like a petulant child. First, I want you to unbutton your blouse." "What? I can't do that! I'm not undressing in front of you and Tony. Not again." "Oh, stop being so modest, sis. We've seen it all before and it's not as if you have anything worth hiding, is it?" Sarah felt her face turn red at her step-sister's cruel words but knew she had no choice. She trembled as her hands crept slowly up her blouse to the top buttons, opening it and then working down. It seemed to take her forever and she could almost feel her tears begin to sting her eyes by the time she was done. Jill and Tony said nothing but stood in front of her, sneering as her bra became visible and Jill once more teased her elder sister over the size of her breasts. "Now take your blouse off." Once again she started to protest but the look in the eyes of both twins silenced her immediately and she almost violently tugged her blouse off before laying it down on the bed. "What are you waiting for, Sarah. Take off the bra. It's not got much to hide anyway." Sarah's face burned anew as her pupil's words drilled into her deepest insecurity but she knew she had no choice. Even though a single tear escaped and rolled down her cheek, she took her bra off and laid it on the bed as well. That was when Tony approached her and, smiling as only an eighteen year old boy presented with a topless woman at his disposal can, ran one hand over her breasts, fondling one, and then the other. Surprisingly, he then stopped and stepped back. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief but her whole body tensed again when Jill approached her next and placed hers hands on her older sister's waist, guiding her over to her own desk. "Bend over, Sarah," she almost whispered in the teacher's ear. "Place your hands on the far edge of my desk." Sarah dreaded what was to come next, her face blushing red, but she did as she was told. Leaning over and grabbing the edge of the desk, she realised that her bottom was above the level of the desk, especially when Jill pushed her down so that she was lying across it. When her pupil roughly pulled her skirt up around her waist and grabbed hold of her tiny panties, Sarah tried to turn around in protest. "Do you want me to do it or Tony?" hissed the younger girl before pulling down the lacy thong until it pooled around her sister's ankles. The poor teacher knew the state the crotch of her panties would be in and she knew that her pupil would enjoy seeing the results of her earlier arousal. When she heard Jill sniggering behind her, her humiliation was complete. Or so she thought. "Lift your feet, Sarah." She was so embarrassed she almost couldn't move; the tears were flowing now but she slowly did as she was told. "I really don't get what Tony sees in your rear, sis, and it is rather pale. I think it's time we put some colour into it, don't you?" Sarah knew what was about to happen and tried to plead for mercy one last time. "Please, Jill, don't do this. Don't spank me in front of Tony." Jill smiled her smug smile once more and decided it was time for Sarah to find out just how cruel she could be. "Well I don't think that be very fair, sis. After all, Tony has been helping me to arrange all of this. You wouldn't deny him his reward, would you?" When no answer was forthcoming from the semi-prone teacher before her, Jill continued. "Very good. But I think you would have to agree that, as a teacher, you have behaved in a quite disgusting manner with your brother and sister." Sarah felt so ashamed. She knew that she had been forced into everything she had done and she knew Jill knew it too; after all most of the mishaps since coming to this house were down to her younger sister. She simply hung her head in shame, crushed. Jill continued. "If one of your students had behaved that way Sarah, you would have punished her, wouldn't you?" Sarah had no defence. "Yes, of course I would. But that would be different. I'm sorry if I have offended you or Tony in any way." "Not so different after all, sis, since it is you who is about to be punished but I'm glad you are ready to accept the folly of your ways. The only question now is whether you are ready to accept your punishment. Let's see. Pull your skirt up." "Please, Jill, don't do this." "Don't make me do it for you, Sarah. You are in enough trouble as it is. In fact, I think you should beg me to do it." "What?" "Beg me. Sarah. Beg me to spank you." Sarah had nowhere to go and, standing up for a moment, she reached down and pulled up her skirt before lying back down on the hard desk. Little did she know, distracted as she was by her predicament, that Tony had used this conversation between his two sexy sisters to switch on his latest camera – and this one came with audio capabilities too. "Well, what's it to be, sis. Are you going to beg or do we all gather in front of the TV tonight to watch a very interesting home movie?" "Spank me" she whispered almost inaudibly. "Sorry, Sarah. I didn't quite hear that." "Spank me," she said, louder this time. "Well that's not very polite. You would think a teacher would have better manners than that. Say "please"." Somehow she managed to utter, "Spank me please, Jill." "That's better, sis, but I'm not going to spank you. Tony is." Sarah looked round suddenly in fright. She knew Tony was much stronger than his twin sister and she suddenly feared for her poor bottom. Before she could say another word, however, her brother brought his large hand down hard on her bottom, causing her to cry out in shock and pain. "Let's make it more fun, sis. Why don't you count as Tony spanks. You're a teacher. You know how to count, don't you?" Tony's hand came down on her poor cheeks again, enjoying the way they wobbled with each new blow. Sarah, on the other hand, struggled to even force the word "One" out of her mouth but as he continued to spank her, she continued to count. Each time she hesitated or showed the slightest signs of faltering, however, his hand came down harder and harder and her cheeks grew redder and redder. When they finally reached thirty, her bottom was a deep shade of red and she was crying so hard her whole body was shaking. Worse was to come. Much worse. Jill now stood on the other side of her step-sister and ran her hand between Sarah's open legs. She was wet and she knew she was wet. She'd felt it during her torment but this was even more embarrassing to know that the twins now knew too. "So you enjoyed that, did you, sis? No? Well, your body is telling us quite the opposite." And with that she started playing with her sister's clit. Sarah moaned as she cried and soon her body began to involuntarily push back against that insistent hand. She was turned on more than she had been even this afternoon, more than she wanted to be. Her breath was coming quicker and quicker, just as Jill's hand rubbed her faster and faster. "Are you going to cum, sis?" Sarah shook her head, biting her bottom lip but all three of them knew better. "I don't think you've earned that yet," smiled her smug sister as she withdrew her hand. "I think I want you to answer a few questions first, Sarah. We are prepared to be reasonable and with all the material we have there really isn't any point in lying." With the camera trained on Sarah's red bottom and the microphone recording everything, Jill began the inquisition. Sarah felt at a distinct disadvantage in her current position, still bent over the desk, her skirt around her waist, her panties lying on the floor beside her. She wondered what Jill was up to now but she knew better than to ask. "You're quite old now, Sarah, to be our sister. Definitely too old to be spanked by your step-brother, wouldn't you say?" Sarah knew that whatever she said would be used against her so she said nothing. "I think Tony enjoyed it as much as you did, Sarah. You're certainly wet enough and, if you look round, you will see that Tony is just as aroused. Sarah did as she was told and was amazed at the tent in her step-brother's jeans, his excitement clear for them all to see. "Tony has always been such a sweet boy but more than a little perverted, I think. I've often wondered whether or not he's inherited father's big cock. Do you think he has a big cock, Sarah? Would you like to see it?" "No, definitely not!" Sarah shouted, trying to get up off the desk. Tony immediately pushed her back down again and she could feel his hard cock, no matter what size it was, pressing against her punished cheeks. "Well that's a pity. I would have liked to have seen it. Ok, just a few more questions, Sarah. Did you like what we did to you this afternoon? Did you like the feel of my tongue on your clit and Tony's fingers in your pussy?" Sarah shook her head, determined not to go along with whatever sick game Jill was playing. "I think you did, Sarah. After all, you were about to cum in front of the Headmistress. How embarrassing would that have been?" Sarah knew how embarrassing it would have been. It was that very thought that had brought her so quickly to her orgasm in the car on the way home. "Tell me, Sarah. Tell me you enjoyed it." "What? What are you talking about?" "Tell me how you loved the feel of a girl's soft tongue on your wet lips and the force of a boy's fingers driving into your pussy. Tell me." Sarah didn't know what was going on but she knew she would never be allowed to leave that room until she said the things Jill wanted to say. "Yes, I enjoyed it." "Enjoyed what, Sarah?" Sighing deeply, totally defenceless, she said, "I enjoyed a girl's wet tongue on my lips and a boy's fingers in my pussy." "Excellent; you can stand up now, Sarah. Pull your panties back on, sis, it's time we had another chat. Not sure what's more wet, though, your pussy or your panties." Sarah was humiliated. She was embarrassed. She was mortified. She didn't have enough words to describe how she felt and now she had to stand there and pull on her moist panties as her younger step-brother and step-sister watched her. Sarah's New Family Ch. 04 "Sit down, Sarah." The last thing she felt like doing was sitting down on her poor bottom. Her cheeks felt raw after being spanked so mercilessly by Tony so she gingerly sat down on the edge of the thankfully soft bed. "Is it ready, Tony? Good. We've got one last thing to show you today, sis. What do you think of this?" Tony turned his laptop to his frightened sister and pressed "play". Immediately the screen was filled with the image of her spanked bottom and her voice was heard clearly from the speakers, "I enjoyed a girl's wet tongue on my lips and a boy's fingers in my pussy." She stared in horror at the screen. She had always thought that as far as the pictures were concerned, if the worse came to the worse, she could always say they were fakes. With an audio recording of her own voice saying those words, there would be no denying what she had done and what she had allowed them to do to her. Jill sat back and smiled. "Now that we fully understand each other, Sarah, you may go. We will see you at dinner and tell you what we want from you."