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Es handelt sich um eine fiktionale Geschichte. 
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Part 1: 
"Really? He tried to peek at you again?", asked Anna, shocked.

"Yeah, while I was changing in my room. But I don't think he saw anything.I answered.
I played shy with my cup of coffee.

"Ouhhh, having such a pervert little brother must be the worse.", said Anna laughing.

She leaned back in her chair. Her summer dress wrapped around her slim body.
Her b-cups are faintly visible under the fabric. Her red hair hung loosely over her shoulder.

“You have no idea. And I have two of those. Steven is older than me but still…”

"And your stepfather? Does he say something? Or does he also look you up?"

“Hm… Mike?",
I started thinking and leaned back, too.

"No, I don’t think so. He knows me since I'm a little kid."

"And you? Did you ever peek at them?", she asked with a glint in her eyes.

"Why should I? There's nothing I want to see.", I answered honestly.

"Ah come on Sarah… don't be such a prude bitch.", she nudged my shoulder.

"I'm sorry that I don't see every man as a sex object like you.", I teased her.

"Hey, let a girl have her desires.", she laughed.
"And… it would be the perfect beginning for a porn movie.", mocks Anna.

"Anna, please stop that. You are sick.", I laughed now too.
"You are definitely watching too much porn."

"There's no such a thing like too much porn. And I have to prepare myself for the real thing."
She made a serious face.
"I want to know what to expect when I have my first time."

"Yeah, I'm sure porn movies will help you there", I said sarcastically.
I took a sip from my coffee and looked out of the window of the café.

"Do you think it will be raining soon?", I asked.

"Wait, I'll look at my phone."
She grabbed her phone from her purse and tapped on it.
"Fuck, seems like we have bad luck. My weather app says it will be raining soon."

I rolled my eyes.

"I don't like your weather app… You know that?", I laugh.

"Me either."
She grabbed her stuff and emptied her cup.

"So… I'm better leaving now. I don't want to be in the rain when I'm walking home."

"Sounds good.", I said and grabbed my stuff, too.

Outside of the café we said goodbye to each other and went different paths to our homes.

I had half of my way done when it started to rain. At first, there were only a few small drops but soon the rain came crashing down.

My clothes were drenched when I entered the house. The cold water had soaked through every layer, making my skin prickle as the damp fabric clung uncomfortably to my body.
We lived in a small flat. We didn't have the money for something bigger.

My mother left us one year ago because she met another man and started a new family with him in another country. It’s quite ironic, you could say. My real father left my mom after she was pregnant with me, because he didn’t want to become a father. She always blamed me for that.
Said that it was my fault he left her.

And then she left us. I was seventeen at this time. Since then, I have lived with my stepfather and his two sons.
The two never missed a chance to peek at me while changing or when I'm in the bath. Especially my younger brother Liam was eager to see me naked Luckily, I've managed to evade them or block their view every time so far.
After stepping inside our apartment, I closed the door and saw the three of them in the living room. After I glanced in, I felt that something was off. The air was thick with tension, the kind that makes your stomach knot before you even know why. The faint hum of the rain outside was drowned out by the low murmur of their voices, stopping abruptly as I stepped into view.

"Sarah, join us! We have something to discuss," I heard my stepfather say. 
In our living room, Mike sat with my stepbrothers Steven and Liam at our dining table under a dim light. The TV was still playing an old sitcom, its canned laughter jarring against the heavy atmosphere in the room. The table was cluttered with empty soda cans and a half-eaten bag of chips, the kind of mess that always seemed to pile up in this house.

"Can I change first? My clothes are drenched from the rain," I asked.

"No. I don't want to wait any longer."

"But..." I began to argue, but when I saw his expression, I realized he would leave no room for discussion.
"Yeah, ok. But make it quick."

I stepped into the living room and immediately noticed how Steven and Liam's eyes were glued to my wet clothes. My white top was half-see through from the rain, and my black bra was visible under it. My blonde hair stuck in long strands over my shoulders. I sat down and wrapped my arms around my chest to block their view from my c-cups. The chair creaked under me, and the cold fabric of my shirt pressed against my skin, making me shiver. I could feel their gazes crawling over me, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"So, what's so important?" I asked while looking at Mike.

"We have a problem. They have shortened my wage again."

"Again? Why's that? Did you do something wrong?" I asked.

"No, of course not. But they decided that my sales were too low," he exhaled. 
"So we have a problem. We can’t afford three rooms anymore. I'm planning to rent out a room."

He looked at me.
"Sarah, you have a room for your own. And I think that isn't fair. Steven and Liam share their room already together."

"Maybe because I'm a girl?" I said, shocked, while my hands grabbed the table. My knuckles whitened as I gripped the edge, my nails digging into the wood. The idea of losing my only safeplace in this house made my heart race.

"What'd you want me to do? Sleep and live with them together in one room? You can't really expect me to do that."

"Don't be so prude. They are your brothers. What do you think they will do?" he asked, rolling his eyes.

"Prude? You're kidding," I couldn't believe what I heard.

"Come on, sis. We will treat you nicely." Steven said with a smirk. His eyes wandered down from my face to my see-through top.

"Fuck you, Steven." I said and quickly crossed my hands again over my chest.
"You can't even take your eyes off me now."

Mike exhaled loudly. 
"What other choice do we have? We need more money. And that's the only option that came into my mind. Except you want to pay for your room, Sarah?"

"Paying? How should I pay for my room? I have no money. Also, why should I be the only one who is paying? Here, these two perverts don't have to pay for their room either."

"Stop it, Sarah! You don’t have to insult them! And they would agree to share a room with you. You're the one who's making a scene here."

"I'm making a scene? Because I don't want to share my room with my stepbrothers?"
I added sarcastically, "Yeah, totally making a scene."
"Those are your options. Or you can move out if you want to. But then you would also have to earn your own money."

"That's… No, please don't throw me out." I looked at Mike. My voice wavered, and I hated how desperate I sounded, but the thought of being on my own or live with my stepbrothers in one room, was a nightmare I couldn’t face.

"If I find a job and pay you, can I stay then in my room?"

Mike massaged his face while thinking. His fingers rubbed at his temples

"If you can pay me, I'm fine with it. But don't let yourself spend too much time. I want an answer by tomorrow."

Steven looked at Mike. 
"What? That's not fair. I still have to live with this little shitface, while she can live a good life in her own room."

"For a room I will have to pay for," I answered coldly.

"Yeah, and so? Even if I would pay for my room, I can't live alone," said Steven. Still not satisfied.

Mike looked at us. 
"Yes, understandable. I see what you mean, Steven. Sarah, I have an idea. From now on, you will help more in the household. Then it's more fair for everybody."

"Helping in the household?", I repeated him. "What do you mean by that?"

Steven smirked. 
"You could clean our apartment. Our room, too," he grinned.

"Haha, really funny. Why should I tidy your disgusting room for you?"

"No, I think that's a good idea. Sarah, you will clean the house every day. Liam's and Steven's room, too."

"You're kidding," I looked at him in disbelief.    

"No, I'm not. He has a point. You have a whole room to yourself. That's a privilege. Or if you're too conceited, you still could move with them into one room."

"No, please," I shook my head and felt my throat tightening.

"I will find a job and I will clean the house.", I swallowed, "The room of my stepbrothers, too."

Liam was silent the whole time but grinned now too. His eyes sparkled with a childish kind of glee that made my skin prickle, like he was already plotting something.

Mike nodded in approval.
"Good girl. I expect tomorrow an answer if you have found something. I wanted to rent the room for 100$ per week. But because you're family, I would say… 300$ at the end of the month. That should be affordable."

"That is…" I stopped myself. "Yes, OK, 300$. I will find a job. Can I stand up now?"

"Sure, but I want you to start cleaning. Your duties start today, of course."

I sighed. 
"Can I at least change first?"

"Yes," Mike said, waving me away.

Liam and Steven looked disappointed but didn't say anything.

I stood up and went to my room. My head was spinning. 
Never would I have imagined that this was only the beginning of my gradual fall into much more embarrassing and humiliating moments.

In my room, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it.

"What a shitshow… Now I have to clean not only the house but also the rooms of my shitty brothers. I swear, when I find some sticky tissues, I will vomit," I thought to myself.

I walked to my closet, peeling off my damp top in one fluid motion, the fabric clinging to my skin before I tossed it aside. My pants slid down next, leaving me in nothing but a bra and panties as I rummaged for something to throw on. My eyes landed on a slouchy sweatshirt and a pair of old leggings, riddled with holes but perfect for the dirty work ahead. I pulled the sweatshirt down to my thighs to block the view of my lower region. The sweatshirt was soft but worn, its faded fabric a small comfort against the chaos of the day. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my face flushed with frustration, my hair still damp and tangled from the rain.

As I stepped into the hallway, Liam emerged from the bathroom, his lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Starting in there, sis? Someone in this house has terrible aim. Or what, you trying to piss standing like a boy?"
I shot him a glare. "Screw you, Liam. Clean your own damn mess."

He raised his hands, feigning innocence, that grin still dancing on his lips.

"Hey, wasn't me. And it's "your" gig now, so better get used to it."

He walked past me, grinning. His shoulder brushed against mine, just enough to make me flinch.

I stepped into the bathroom. It was bad but could be worse. The bathtub and the shower would be quick. The sink would be fast, too. But the toilet would take some time. The room smelled faintly of mildew and cheap air freshener, the kind that never quite masks the grime. The tiles were cold under my feet, and the flickering fluorescent light above buzzed faintly, adding to my growing headache.
I squatted down to open the cabinet under the sink to grab some sponges, cleaning products, and other stuff. 
Then—rip. A sharp tear echoed through the room as my leggings split right at my crotch.

"Fuck my life," I muttered, rolling my eyes. A quick glance in the mirror showed nothing too scandalous while standing, so I tugged the sweatshirt lower, figuring it would do the trick. The tear was small but felt like a betrayal, another thing in this house working against me. I could almost hear the universe laughing at me.

I started with the bathtub. I bent over so my belly was resting on the edge of the tub. I didn't realize that my sweatshirt was pulled up and the tear in my leggings was clearly visible from behind. The cold porcelain pressed against my stomach.

"You're doing this great, sis."

Steven suddenly stood at the door and leaned against the doorframe.

I looked over my shoulder. 
"Fuck you, Steven. If you want to get kicked in the balls, just say it."

I was angry. To my bad, I didn't know that he had a clear view of my panties through the tear. He could see the outline of my pussy through the thin fabric. He chuckled, unfazed, his eyes dipping lower, catching the view I hadn’t realized I was giving. The tear framing the soft curve of my pussy through the thin fabric.

"No need to get feisty with your big brother."

"Feisty?" I snapped, heat rising in my chest. 
"I’ll stop being feisty when you stop being a prick. Now leave me alone. Or you wanna grab a sponge and help me?"

"Nah, I’d hate to steal your spotlight."

He stepped closer, voice dripping with mock concern. 
"Just making sure you're doing it right. Wouldn't want you to get kicked out for slacking."

"Then stand there if you must. But shut up."

I turned back to cleaning the bathtub and bent even more over the edge. My muscles tensed as I scrubbed harder, trying to drown out the sound of his breathing behind me, the sense of his eyes boring into me.

Behind me, Steven slipped his phone out, silently filming, zooming in on the tear and on my panties. He caught the outline of my lips under the fabric. By the time I was nearly done, he’d already pocketed his phone. I didn't hear the faint click of the camera, too focused on the task, but the thought of him standing there, watching, made my skin crawl.

"Wait, let me see," he said while stepping closer.

"Yeah, good enough. See ya later. Can't wait when you're cleaning our room."

I exhaled sharply, holding an answer back. My jaw clenched so hard it ached, and I forced myself to focus on the sponge in my hand, the rough texture grounding me as I fought the urge to scream.
After finishing the shower and the sink, I grabbed some of the stronger cleaner and kneeled on the cold tiles. The smell of urine stung in my nose. On my knees, I started to clean the toilet seat. It was disgusting. My knees ached against the hard floor, and the smell was so sharp it made my eyes water.

Mike walked by the bathroom and saw me kneeling on the floor. The tear in my leggings right in his view.

"Sarah, after you’re done here, come to my room next, ok?"

"Yes… Ok…" I glanced back and tried to pull my sweatshirt back.

My fingers fumbled with the hem, desperate to cover the tear, but it was no use—the damage was done, and I could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up my neck.
I decided before someone noticed the tear, I better should change my leggings. In the hallway Mike waited for me. His arms were crossed, his face unreadable, but there was a glint in his eyes that made me uneasy, like he was sizing me up for something.

"You're done with the bath? Then my room next."
"I need to change first. Give me a minute," I said while pulling my sweatshirt down again.

"Changing again? Sarah, you're already starting to slack off. In my room now!"

"But…" I tried to argue.

Mike’s tone sharpened. "Now!"
I followed him into his room. Pressing my thigs together. The room was cluttered with old newspapers and empty coffee mugs, and every movement felt like a performance under his scrutiny. My skin prickled with every creak of the floorboards as he shifted his weight, his presence suffocating. Mike stood there, watching me. When I bent over. When I picked up stuff. I tried to pull my sweatshirt down, but often it came up again.

"You see? It's not that hard. An hour every day, more I think you don't will need. Now the boys room then it's enough for today.
You can clean the kitchen and the living room tomorrow."

"Thanks Mike. You can trust me."

He walked to the living room and left me alone.

Then came the worst part. Steven's and Liam's room. They both waited for me when I stepped in. Liam on his bed and Steven on a chair in front of their desk. The room was a disaster, a maze of dirty clothes, crumpled energy drink cans, and the faint smell of sweat and something sour I didn’t want to identify.

"There you are. Have fun so far with your cleaning duties?" Steven said with a grin on his face.

"It was wonderful. Cleaning your piss from the toilet," I said with a sarcastic tone.

"Like I said, better get used to it," Liam smirked. 
"You will clean our piss much longer. And maybe even more."

His voice was light, but there was an edge to it, a promise of worse to come that made my stomach twist.

"You're disgusting."

I started to tidy their room. It was full of garbage, used clothes, and other stuff. The floor was littered with random junk. Socks, candy wrappers and a broken phone charger tangled in a pile of hoodies. Every item I picked up felt like a violation.

"Under my bed too, sis," Liam chuckled.

I went on my knees and looked under the bed.

"You're kidding me…?"

Under his bed were at least half a dozen of his used tissues. Liam stood up to get a better view of my ass. The air under the bed was thick, stale, and the sight of those tissues made my stomach lurch.

"You can't really want me to collect them for you?" I said, shocked and disgusted.

"Of course I want that. Or I call Dad and we discuss how good you're doing your duty," he said while his eyes were glued to my crotch.

My panties again visible through the tear in my leggings. His voice was smug, taunting, and I could hear the amusement in it, like he was enjoying every second of my humiliation.

"Fine. Fine," I gave in. "Don't need to call him."

I crawled halfway under his bed when I started smelling it. The air under his bed was full of the smell of his cum. It was sharp, musky, and overwhelming, clinging to the back of my throat like a bad memory. My hands shook as I reached for the tissues, my fingers brushing against the sticky fabric.

"Baaah, you're really disgusting," I screamed disguted from under the bed.

"Stop whining and do your job, sis," Steven said and slapped my ass. The sting was sharp, unexpected, and it sent a jolt of anger and shame through me, my body tensing .

"What the fuck, Steven. I swear you…", I screamed in embarrassment.

I tried to crawl from under the bed back when my hand touched something slimy. One of the tissues must have been fresh. The texture was slick and warm, and I gagged, my stomach heaving as I yanked my hand back.

"Ihhhhh. No, I can't," I said with disgust.

I was already halfway out when I heard my little brother shouting.
"Daaad, Sarah isn't cleaning our room properly."

I froze and swallowed hard before I managed to find my voice. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe, the fear of Mike’s reaction

"Don't call him. I will pick them up."

Steven slapped my ass again. "Say: Please."

I clenched my teeth in anger. My face burned, and I could feel the tears prickling at the corners of my eyes.
"Don't call him, please," the word tasted like ash.

"Then do what we tell you!" Liam said harshly.

"I will. But stop slapping me."

"We will see," Steven let the threat hang in the room.

I picked up the rest of the tissues, also the slimy ones, and crawled from under the bed. 
My face, red with shame and anger. My cheeks burned, and my jaw ached from clenching it so tightly. I wanted to scream, to throw the tissues in their faces, but I was trapped, and they knew it.

"Happy now, you freaks?" I mumbled while throwing the tissues away.

"Was fun, yes. But next time don't whine so much. Or we will have to remind you what could happen," Liam said with a triumphant smile on his face.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled but without much fight in my voice while leaving their room.

Back in my room, I rubbed my stinging butt. My hands trembled as I pressed them against the tender skin, the memory of Steven's slap still burning. I sank onto my bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind racing with a mix of rage and helplessness.
"This is so fucked up," I thought to myself.

I texted Anna. First, I thought of telling her about what happened to me today. 
I already have tipped something. I changed my mind and deleted what I have written.

Instead, I wrote: 
"I need a job!"