1. Becoming A Sex Toy


    Date: 10/6/2018, Categories: Taboo, Author: Joanna86, Source: LushStories

    I was approaching seventeen years of age and could argue, my life had dealt me several hard blows. Dad died when I was four years old but mom was in her early twenties and very pretty, so was no surprise when she remarried. For five years’ life was fantastic, until my mother became seriously ill and died just before my tenth birthday. Arguments followed between my biological family and step father as to what should happen to me, especially when my step dad met another woman and proposed not long after my mother’s death. From the minute he came into mom’s life however, my step dad and I hit it off. I was very happy and eventually began to see him as my real dad. I would add that he took every opportunity to remind me about both of my biological parents and made sure there were photographs on the walls of our house to remind me. My step mom was lovely and had a son who was three months older than myself. At first, we lived in a small house, so Rob and I shared a bedroom, which given our age wasn’t considered a problem by anybody. Our parents were promoted within the company’s that they worked and soon began a search for a new and bigger house. Neither Rob nor I were excited about the move. All the talk was of how great it would be for us to finally have our own rooms, being at an age where we were growing up quickly and needed a little more privacy. Rob and I saw the situation differently however. We enjoyed sleeping in the same room, enjoying the others company and simply ...
    didn’t want a room of our own. I’d not say there were arguments, more like debates or negotiations but eventually, it was agreed that Rob and I would continue to share a room, with the other bedroom used as a study. As we reached the age of sixteen, speaking for myself, I’d say I began to notice Rob’s body. He was 5’ 10 with ice blue eyes. He did a lot of running and had a very athletic body, made better to look at because of being tanned from running in shorts only. By comparison, I am 5’ 6, with long dark wavy hair and blue eyes. I am slim, with 34 B cup boobs, shaving as soon as my pubic hair started to grow and from what I’m told, I’m pretty to look at. We had a fairly big bedroom and our own bathroom. We had a single bed each, positioned on either side of the room, leaving a two metre gap between them. On a regular basis, Rob’s or my friends would spend the night, sleeping on the floor between our beds. Whilst it’s true that it was hard coming to terms with the loss of both parents, I felt that I was very lucky to be part of my new family. Rob and I treated each other as though we were blood siblings but that was going to change over a one week period. I was still in bed, one Saturday morning and had just opened my eyes, lying motionless, allowing myself to wake up slowly. The duvet wrapped around me snugly, covering my body from my neck down. As normal, I was wearing a pair of tiny silk shorts and a half-length vest top, which barely covered the mounds of my breasts, with ...
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