Moin zusammen, hier der zweite Teil meiner Geschichte.

Part 1

Es handelt sich um eine fiktionale Geschichte. 
Wer ein Problem mit Erniedrigung, Erpressung, sexuelle Übergriffe etc. hat sollte diese Geschichte nicht lesen.

Außerdem bin ich mir unsicher ob mir der Mittelteil so gefällt oder ob das nicht etwas zu früh ist.
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Viel spaß beim Lesen und bleibt Gesund :)

A room comes with a cost - Part 2

The next morning came too soon. I looked at my clock on my nightstand. It showed 7:05.
I stretched in my bed. I was wearing only underwear and a loose shirt that had ridden up, exposing my flat stomach.
While yawning I checked my phone. A new message from Anna.

"A job? What's up?"

I only replied.
"Just need money. Fast. Meeting at café after school?"

I stood up and rubbed my butt where Steven slapped me last day.
It still tingled and even if I hated it, I can't stop thinking about it.

"Sarah, get your shit together.", I mumbled to myself while grabbing my towel.

I walked inside the bathroom. At least it's cleaner now, I thought.
After locking the door, I peeled my panties off and pulled my shirt over my head.
The reflection in the mirror showed my c-cups with perky nipples from the cold. At least that's what I hoped.

I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over my body. My hands wandered down from my breasts, over my belly to my legs. The warmth of the water let my skin prickle and soon my hands wandered between my legs.
I softly moaned.

Knock, Knock.

"Hey Sarah, hurry! I need to piss.", shouted Liam.

My hands stopped immediately.

"Then piss in your pants. I'm showering now.", I shouted frustrated back.

"Don't let yourself too much time. I bet you still thinking about yesterday.", he said through the door.

I could feel the blood rushed in my face.

"Fuck you and leave me alone."

Then silence. I exhaled and finished the shower.
I dried myself with my towel and wrapped it around me.
Outside Liam waited and started griming when he saw me in my towel.

"Finally. I thought you never finished.", he said.
"But at least a nice view. You could clean our room in just that the next time."

He pulled at the hem of my towel.

"Hands away, you freak!", I nearly screamed.

My arms shoot up to secure the towel before it could get free.
I stormed past him in my room and slammed the door shut behind me.

After opening my drawer, I picked up some fresh panties and a bra.
I let the towel fall to my feet and stepped inside my panties. My bra followed next. 
From my closet I picked a jeans and a tank top and put them on.
Then I looked on my phone and saw that Anna has answered me.

"Sure. See you later."

I pocketed my phone and went outside. Mike, my stepdad, was sitting already in the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

"Morning, how did you sleep?", he asked without looking up from his phone.

"Could had been better.", I said while stretching.
I grabbed some cereals and a bowl.

"Remember, today's kitchen and living room on the plan. Also Steven said you slacked in their room yesterday. So clean their room today too."
"He said what?", I answered shocked. "I cleaned their room on my knees yesterday. He's lying."

Steven came down.

"Steven, tell him I cleaned your room. You know that I didn't slack."

He stroked his chin.
"You didn't have cleaned it fully. Under my bed it's still dirty. Also, I had to motivate you. Remember?", he grinned.

"You bastard.", I fletched.

"Sarah, language."
He turned to Steven. "Motivate. What you mean by that?"

He shrugs.
"Nothing serious."

My spoon dropped into my bowl.
"Nothing serious? You slapped my butt. Two times. Mike, say something, please."

Mike looked at me for short moment while thinking.
Then he shrugs while saying.

"If it helps. Sarah, next time put more effort into it. Steven, observe her. But don't overdo it. She is still family."

Steven nods.
"Got it dad."

"You can't be serious." I looked at him with disbelief.

"No Sarah. I am serious. Speaking of which, any job updates?"

"Fuck… the job search.", I thought to myself.
I forgot totally about searching for jobs yesterday, after the exhausting cleaning.

"I… I sent out two applications yesterday.", I lied.
"Nothing new from there."

"Good, at least you're trying. That's something. I'm leaving now. Sarah, forward to me the mails you sent.", he said while standing up.

I felt a knot in my stomach. My hunger was suddenly gone
Liam came also down. Only in a boxer and a shirt.

"Hey sis. The view in the towel I liked more" Liam said, his eyes roaming over my tank top.

I ignored him, pushing my cereal bowl away, my appetite completely gone. Mike grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "Sarah, don't forget to forward those job applications to me. And get the cleaning done today. No slacking."

"Yes, Mike," I muttered, my face heating. My mind racing. How the hell was I going to fake job applications? I hadn't sent out a single one.

He left without another word, the door clicking shut behind him.

Steven leaned against the counter, smirking.

"Hey Liam, Dad said we get to supervise her today. Make sure she doesn't slack. Can't wait to see her on her knees again."

Liam snickered, adjusting his boxers as he sat down across from me. The thin fabric did little to hide his morning wood, and I quickly averted my eyes, disgusted.

"Yeah, sis. Maybe we'll help you get in the right positions this time."

"You two are sick," I snapped, standing up and dumping my bowl in the sink.

I could feel their eyes on me as I bent over slightly to rinse it, my jeans hugging my ass. I straightened up fast, not wanting to give them any more of a show.

"I'm out. School starts soon."

I stormed out and grabbed my bag before they could say more, my face burning. The walk to school was a blur, my thoughts tangled in yesterday's humiliations, the slaps, the tear in my leggings, the sticky tissues. And now this? Supervision? I shuddered.

School dragged on like always, a blur of classes and avoiding the usual drama. By the time the bell rang, I couldn't wait to get out and meet Anna. I needed to vent, even if I wasn't sure how much to tell her.

At the café, Anna was already there, sipping her latte in a cute sundress that showed off her legs. Her red hair caught the light as she waved me over.

"Hey! You look stressed. Spill, what's this about needing a job fast?"

I slid into the seat across from her, fiddling with my napkin.

"It's... complicated. Mike's cutting back on money, and he's making me pay for my room now. Like, 300 bucks a month, or I have to share with Steven and Liam. And on top of that, I have to clean the whole house every day, including their disgusting room."

Anna's eyes widened.

"Whoa, that's rough. Your stepbros are total creeps, right? Peeking and all that?"

I hesitated, then let it out in a rush.

"Worse. Yesterday, while I was cleaning, my leggings ripped at the crotch. I didn't realize at first, but they... they saw everything through the tear. My panties, the outline... god, it was mortifying. And then, when I was under Liam's bed picking up his gross cum tissues… Yeah, you heard that right… Steven slapped my ass. Twice. Hard. And Mike just shrugged it off like it's no big deal, said it "helps motivate" me."

Anna stared, her mouth open. Then, to my shock, a small smile tugged at her lips.

"Wait, seriously? That's... kinda hot."

"Hot? Are you insane?" I hissed, my cheeks flushing. 
"It's humiliating! I hate it."

She held up her hands. 
"Okay, okay, sorry. I mean, it's awful for you, obviously. I can't help you with the job or anything, but... come on, admit it. There's something thrilling about it, right? The exposure, the control. I read these ENF stories online all the time. Embarrassed nude female stuff. Girls getting caught, stripped, spanked in public or at home. It's fantasy, but damn, it gets me going."

I blinked, stunned. 
"ENF? You... read that? Like, porn stories? And no, there's nothing thrilling. It's mortifying. They treat me like some toy."

She tilted her head, studying me. 
"But your body reacted, didn't it? After the slaps? Be honest. I can see it in your face, you're blushing just talking about it."

"What? Are you serious?" I stared at her, my mouth dropping open. 
"It was humiliating! I hated every second of it…"

I shifted in my seat, crossing my legs. Damn her for noticing. 
"I... okay, fine. My body tingled or whatever And I got wet between my legs a litte. Aroused, maybe? But I hated it. Hated them touching me, seeing me like that. It's confusing as hell."

Anna nodded, her expression softening. 

"See? That's the hot part—the mix of hate and heat. Your mind says no, but your body says yes. Bodies are weird. Doesn't mean you want it. But hey, if it helps, I can send you a story tonight. One about a girl that gets stripped by her stepbros after losing a bet. Total ENF vibes. Might make you feel less alone... or give you ideas."

I laughed despite myself, the tension easing. 
"You're twisted, you know that? But fine, send it. Can't hurt. But if it's creepy you pay for the next coffee."

We chatted more—about school drama, her latest crush, stupid memes. By the time we hugged goodbye, my mood was lighter. At least someone got it, even if in a freaky way.

Back at the apartment, the place was a mess as usual. I sighed and got to work on the kitchen first, scrubbing counters and loading the dishwasher. Steven wandered in halfway through, grabbing a soda. "Looking good, sis. But save some energy for our room."

"Whatever," I muttered, bending down to wipe the lower cabinets. I felt my tank top ride up, exposing a strip of skin above my jeans, and I yanked it down quick.

Liam joined him.. 

"Hey, why don't you clean in something more... comfortable? Like that towel from this morning."

I shot them a glare. "Dream on."

Steven chuckled. "Or we could make it happen. Dad said to motivate you if needed."

Before I could respond, Mike got home, dropping his bag by the door. 

"Sarah, how's the cleaning going? And those job emails—forward them yet?"

I froze, mid-scrub. 

"Uh... yeah, about that. I... I didn't get any responses today. But I'm trying."

He frowned, crossing his arms. "Trying? You said you sent applications yesterday. Show me the emails."

My heart sank. 
"I... okay, fine. I lied. I was too exhausted after cleaning and everything. I haven't sent any yet."

Mike's face hardened. "Sarah, we had an agreement. And now you are lying to me?"

"I'm sorry, Mike.", my voice wavered.
"After yesterday I was too exhausted. I fell asleep right after cleaning."

"Then show me what you sent today.", he demanded.

I looked down at the floor.
"There are none.", I whispered."

"What? I couldn't hear you."

With a slightly louder voice.
"I said there are none. After school I came right here to start cleaning like you told me."
"That's a lie.", said Steven cold.
"She just came home now.

"Lying again? I start thinking you want to live with your stepbrothers in one room.", he said while raised an eyebrow.

"Nooo, please. Today I will send some.", I pleaded.

He shook his head.

"That's your last chance. The deadline was today and you are slacking with your jobs. Steven said you also slacking with the cleaning and I have to admit. I will have to think about it. We will discuss this tomorrow. If you showed no improvement by then you'll leave me no choice."

"Mike, please. I give my best already. And Steven is lying."

"No more now! I will think about it. Maybe I will put on stricter rules. Then it would be fairer for everyone."

"Rules? What you mean by rules?", I said with fear in my voice.

"Don't know, yet. Keep cleaning now. We will speak tomorrow."

He turned around and shouted for Liam and Steven.
"Liam. Steven. I'm in the living room. You will supervise her now. Don’t overdue it but keep her motivated if she slacks."

He turned to me.

"Sarah, start with their room. And I hope they better not have to call me."

I nodded numbly, my stomach twisting into knots. 
"Fine. Let's get this over with."

Steven and Liam exchanged grins, their eyes lighting. 
"After you, sis," Steven said, gesturing toward their room with a mock bow.

I pushed past them, my skin crawling under their stares. The hallway felt longer than usual.
Their room was even messier than yesterday. Clothes strewn everywhere and that same stale smell of sweat and cum lingering in the air. I grabbed a trash bag from the hall closet and started picking up the garbage, trying to ignore them as they followed me in and shut the door behind us. 
The click of the lock made my heart skip.

"Door stays open," I snapped, straightening up.

Liam shrugged, leaning against it. 
"Dad said supervise. Can't have you sneaking off. Besides, privacy's overrated."

Steven flopped onto his bed, propping himself up on his elbows.

"Start with the floor, Sarah. On your knees."

I shot him a glare but dropped to my knees anyway, not wanting to give them an excuse to "motivate" me. My jeans pulled tight as I crawled forward, gathering crumpled socks and wrappers. I could feel their eyes on my ass, the denim hugging every curve. Heat crept up my neck.

"Not bad," Liam murmured, stepping closer. 
"But you're missing spots. Here, let me show you."

Before I could protest, he grabbed my hips, "guiding" me forward like I was a puppet. His hands lingered, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just above my waistband. I jerked away, but he held firm.

"Dad said motivate if you slack."

"Get off me!" I hissed, twisting to shove his hands away. My tank top rode up in the struggle, exposing the small of my back and a glimpse of my panties peeking over my jeans.

Steven laughed, pulling out his phone.

"Smile for the camera, sis. Proof you're working hard."

"No phones!" I lunged for it, but Liam yanked me back by my hip, my jeans dipping lower and revealing more of my underwear. The waistband snapped against my skin as he let go, and I stumbled forward onto all fours.

"See? Slacking already," Steven said, snapping a few quick pics. The flash blinded me for a second, and I could only imagine what he captured My flushed face, my exposed back, my ass in the air.

I scrambled up, yanking my top down. 
"Delete those. Now."

Liam smirked, circling me. 
"Or what? You'll tell Dad? He might want to see how we're keeping you in line."

My breath came in short bursts, humiliation burning through me. But arguing would only make it worse. I turned back to the floor, picking up more trash, my hands shaking. As I reached under Steven's bed—praying there were no tissues—a sharp slap landed on my ass. Harder than yesterday, the sting radiating through my jeans.

"Ow! Steven, you asshole!"

He grinned from his bed. "Motivation. You were slowing down."
I rubbed the spot, tears pricking my eyes from the mix of pain and shame.

"That's not fair. I'm doing it!"

"Not fast enough," Liam added, delivering another slap to the other cheek. 
The impact jolted me forward, my knees scraping the carpet. I bit my lip to stifle a yelp, but a small, traitorous whimper escaped. My body betrayed me again—that unwelcome tingle spreading from the sting, warmth pooling between my legs despite the rage boiling in my chest.

"Stop... please," I muttered, hating how weak I sounded.

"Then under the bed! Now! But first... strip those jeans. Clean in your panties. We don’t want to get them dirty right?"

He reached for the hem of my jeans and pulled them down an inch.

My eyes widened. "What? No! Mike didn't say—"

Liam cut me off.

"Dad isn't here. But if you want we call him in here right now."

I glanced at the door, heart pounding. 
I hesitated, heart pounding.

"Fine... but just the jeans." No, what was I doing? But the threat hung heavy.
With trembling hands, I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down my legs. The cool air hit my skin, my lace panties on full display, simple black ones that hugged my hips and left little to the imagination. The brothers whistled, eyes devouring me.

"Turn around," Steven ordered.

I obeyed, mortified, my red ass cheeks peeking out from the edges of my panties, handprints faintly visible.

"Look at that," he chuckled, staring openly. 
"Body's honest, even if you're not."

I swallowed hard, my face burning as I stood there in just my tank top and panties, the fabric clinging to my skin from the heat of embarrassment. My ass throbbed from the slaps, the faint handprints a humiliating reminder of their "motivation." Steven's eyes raked over me, lingering on the curve of my cheeks where the lace didn't quite cover everything, while Liam circled like a shark, his grin widening.

"Now get under the bed," Steven commanded.

"And spread your legs."

I wanted to scream, to run out and beg Mike to stop this madness, but the locked door and their threats pinned me in place. With a shaky breath, I dropped back to my knees, then all fours. As I crawled forward, my panties rode up, wedging between my cheeks and exposing more skin. I could feel the dampness between my legs. God, why was my body reacting like this? It made the shame worse.

Under the bed was a nightmare: More sticky tissues and even a pair of my own missing panties from the laundry, stained and crusty. 
My stomach churned. 
"You... you stole my underwear?" I gasped, my voice muffled under the bed.

Liam laughed, kneeling behind me. 
"Borrowed. For inspiration. It smelled strange when I found it in your sports bag.

I felt a slap and jolted forward.
"Now pick it all up."

I reached out, my fingers trembling as I gathered the disgusting mess. The smell hit me again—musky, salty, overpowering. As I stretched further, Liam's hand landed on my ass again, not a slap this time, but a firm grope, squeezing the sore flesh. I yelped, jerking forward again, but that only pressed my face closer to the filth.

Liam joined in.
"Arch your back more, sis. Make it look good for the video. Who knows, maybe we'll show Dad how dedicated you are."

"Fuck you! You little fucking pervert."

"Nah, sis. That isn't how you should behave."

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me from under the bed. I didn't had the time to react and my hands were still full with his tissues and my panties.

"Ahhh, let go, you freak.", I shouted shocked.

My top slipped up from grounding over the floor and bunched over my bra. Steven grabbed my arms, pinning them behind my back.

"You're soaked, aren't you? Admit it.", said Steven while pinning me flat on the ground.

"No!" I lied, my voice cracking as I tried to pull away.

"Liar," Steven whispered in my ear, his breath hot. 
"Let's check."

Before I could protest, Liam's hand dipped between my legs, cupping me through the thin lace. I gasped, my body betraying me with an involuntary buck against his palm. The fabric was damp.

He chuckled, rubbing slowly. 
"See? Your pussy's honest, even if you're not. Bet you've been thinking about this since yesterday."

"Stop... please," I whimpered, but it came out breathy, my hips twitching despite myself. The humiliation burned—being exposed, touched, filmed by my own stepbrothers. Yet that twisted heat built, making me clench around nothing.
"First, taste this."

He grabbed my used panties from my hands, pressing them to my lips.

"Open up, or we call Dad and show him the video."

My eyes widened in horror. "No, I can't…"

Steven tightened his grip. "Do it, or we check again if you are wet. This time under your panties."

Defeated, I parted my lips, the salty, bitter taste hitting my tongue as he pushed my panties past my lips.
Steven pulled me up so I was standing in front of them.
Panties damp. Top pushed up over my bra. My used panties they used as a cum rag stuffed in my mouth.
Tears prickled in the side of my eyes but at the same time I felt my nipples were hard enough to cut glass.

"Now say sorry to us. And admit that your pussy is wet."
Steven let me go and Liam pointed his phone at me filming.

The taste of the crusty panties filled my mouth—salty, musky, a revolting mix of my own scent and whatever they'd done to them. My cheeks burned with shame, tears blurring my vision as Liam's phone captured every humiliating detail.

"Say it," Steven demanded.

I mumbled around the gag, the words muffled and pathetic. "Mmm sorree...

Steven shook his head, smirking. "Can't hear you, sis. Try again."

Liam added. "And put your hands behind your head. Show us how sorry you are."

I obeyed, my hands shaking as I laced my fingers behind my head, thrusting my chest out. My bra strained against my hard nipples. The tank top was still bunched up, leaving my midriff bare, and my black lace panties clung to me, the damp spot obvious under the room's harsh light. The tears spilled over now, hot trails down my flushed cheeks, mixing with the humiliation churning in my gut.

"Mmm sorree... my pushy ish wet," 

I mumbled around the gag, the words garbled and pathetic. The taste intensified with every syllable—bitter, sticky, a constant reminder of their perversion. My voice cracked, barely audible, but they heard enough.
Liam zoomed in with his phone, capturing my trembling lips around the balled-up fabric, my heaving chest, the way my thighs pressed together in a futile attempt to hide the evidence of my unwanted arousal. 

"Louder, sis. And say it right: 'I'm sorry for being a lazy slut, and my pussy is soaking wet.'"

Steven crossed his arms, his grin widening as he watched me squirm. 
"Yeah, and thank us for motivating you. Or we hit play on this video for Dad."

The threat hit like a punch. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, then forced them open, staring at the floor. 
"I'm shorree for bein' a lajee shluh... an' my pushy ish shoakin' weh." 

The words burned my throat, each one a fresh wave of shame. 

"Fank oo for motivatin' me."

They burst out laughing, the sound echoing off the walls like knives. Liam lowered the phone but kept recording. 

"Good girl. Now spit that out. But clean it first. Suck it nice and proper."

My stomach lurched, but I had no fight left. I worked my tongue around the fabric, the salty residue coating my mouth as I sucked, gagging softly. After what felt like an eternity, I spit the my panties into my hand, coughing and wiping my lips with the back of my arm. The tears wouldn't stop, smearing my mascara down my face.
"Please... can I finish cleaning now?" I whispered, my voice hoarse and small. My body trembled, the ache between my legs a betraying pulse I couldn't ignore.
Steven nodded, still chuckling. 

"Yeah, but stay like that. No jeans. Under the bed again."

I dropped back down, the carpet rough against my knees as I crawled under the bed once more. Without my jeans, every movement felt exposed—the lace panties wedging deeper, the cool air kissing my bare thighs and the undersides of my cheeks. I gathered the remaining tissues, my fingers sticky and gross, the smell overwhelming. Behind me, I heard the telltale click of more photos, felt their eyes boring into my most private places.

"Nice," Liam said, snapping a pic. "Now go clean the living room like that. Dad's waiting."

"What? In front of Mike?" My voice cracked.

Steven shrugged. 
"He'll understand. Motivation, remember? And be glad. Next time we could  only let you wear a thong and a crop top."

I stepped out, legs shaking, into the hallway. Mike looked up from the couch as I entered the living room in just my tank top and panties. His eyes widened, then narrowed. 
"Sarah? What the hell?"

I froze, pulled my top down further.

"They... they made me. Said it was stricter rules for slacking."

The brothers followed, grinning.

"She was slow, Dad. This speeds her up."

Mike rubbed his chin, his gaze lingering on my exposed legs and the curve of my ass. To my horror, he nodded slowly.

"If it works... fine. But don't push too far, boys."
His tone was gruff, but there was a flicker in his eyes. Something darker, like approval.

I nodded mutely, my throat tight with humiliation as I grabbed the vacuum from the closet. The living room felt enormous, every inch a stage under their collective stares. Mike on the couch, flipping through channels like this was normal family time. Steven and Liam lounging in armchairs, phones at the ready. 
My tank top barely reached my thighs, doing little to hide the black panties that now felt like a second skin. Damp, clinging, a constant reminder of my body's betrayal.

I plugged in the vacuum, the hum drowning out my ragged breaths as I started on the carpet. Bending over to reach under the coffee table, I felt the fabric ride up, exposing the full curve of my ass cheeks. The faint red handprints from earlier throbbed under their gaze, and I tugged at my top, only for it to snap back up.

"Missed a spot," Steven called out, his voice lazy but edged with amusement. He leaned forward, delivering a quick swat to my exposed cheek. The sting flared, sharp and hot, making me yelp and straighten up too fast.

Mike's eyes flicked over, lingering longer than before, his expression unreadable but intense. Was that a bulge in his pants? God, no, please no. The thought made my stomach flip, a fresh wave of shame crashing over me.

"You're doing better like this," Mike grunted, shifting in his seat. "Less attitude. Keep it up, and maybe we can talk about the room-sharing tomorrow."

His words hung heavy, a twisted carrot on a stick. I nodded, whispering,

"Yes, Mike," as I crawled forward to dust the baseboards.

My panties had wedged fully now, the lace outlining everything—the soft lips of my pussy, slick and swollen from the unwanted arousal. I could feel it with every movement, a slippery betrayal that made my thighs quiver.

By the time I finished, sweat beaded on my skin, my top clinging transparently to my curves.

"Good job," Mike said finally, his voice gruff. "Now go send those job apps. And Sarah? Tomorrow, we discuss those stricter rules. No more lies."

I fled to my room, slamming the door and collapsing on the bed. My ass burned, my panties soaked through. I peeled them off with shaking hands, staring at the damp spot in disgust and confusion. Why did my body react like that? 
Anna's words echoed. "The mix of hate and heat."

I tossed my damp panties into the hamper and grabbed my phone, seeing a new message from her: 
"Sent you that ENF story! Girl gets stripped by her stepbros after losing a bet. Hot AF. Read it ;)"

I sank onto my bed, my heart still racing from the ordeal in the living room. The sting on my ass cheeks lingered, a constant reminder of the slaps and gropes, and the dampness between my legs refused to fade.

I grabbed my laptop from my desk, determined to at least knock out the job applications before Mike checked in again. No more lies. I couldn't risk whatever "stricter rules" he had in mind. I pulled up some job sites, my fingers flying over the keys.

Still in just my tank top, my bare ass sticking to the chair as I sat down. The cool wood against my sore cheeks made me wince, a reminder of the slaps and gropes I'd endured. My nipples were still hard, brushing against the fabric with every shift, and that unwanted ache between my legs pulsed insistently

First, a barista position at a local coffee shop—easy enough, and close to school. "Available immediately, flexible hours," I typed in the cover letter, keeping it short. Hit send.

Next, a retail spot at the mall. Folding clothes, dealing with customers. Better than cleaning up after my pervy stepbros. Resume attached, quick note about my reliability. Sent.

One more for good measure: a waitress job at a diner downtown. Tips could add up fast, and 300 bucks a month wasn't impossible. I clicked send. 
Three applications out. Not a ton, but it was something. I forwarded the confirmation emails to Mike, my stomach unknotting just a bit. At least that was done.

But the tension wouldn't fade. My body hummed with leftover adrenaline, that confusing heat pooling low in my belly. Anna's message stared back at me.

"Fine," I whispered, clicking the attachment.

The story opened in my browser: "Lea's Losing Bet" by some anonymous author. ENF tag, explicit warnings. I bit my lip and leaned back against the pillows. Just to see what Anna meant. No harm in that.

Lea slammed her fist on the tables, fuming. 
"You cheated, Lucas! That poker game was rigged!"

Her stepbrother grinned, his twin Brian chuckling beside him. They'd been home alone all afternoon while her mom, Stacy, was at work and her stepdad Richard ran errands. The bet had seemed harmless: loser does the winner's chores for a week. But she had to be so secure to win. They suggested strip poker and she accepted laughing at them.

"You will regret that. Can't wait to see your little dicks hanging around.", She said.

Now Lea sat there in her bra and panties, cards scattered on the table. Her cheeks burned red, the lacy pink set clinging to her b-cup breasts and slim hips. At 18, she was used to their teasing stares, but this?

"Fine, I lost. I'll do your stupid laundry. But give me my clothes back!"

Lucas leaned forward, eyes gleaming. "Nah, the bet was full strip if you lost the last hand. Pay up, sis."

I shifted on the bed, my breath quickening. Lea sounded like me, mortified, trapped. My fingers brushed my clit lightly, circling slow as I read on. The story's details hit too close: the brothers' smirks, the locked door. I imagined Lea's face, flushed like mine had been downstairs.

Lea crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her hardening nipples.

"You're sick. Mom would kill you."

But Stacy wasn't home, and Richard... well, he'd always favored the boys. Brian stood, circling her like prey. 
"One piece at a time. Bra first."

Her hands shook as she reached back, unhooking the clasp. The fabric fell away, exposing her perky tits to the cool air. Goosebumps prickled her skin, her nipples stiffening under their hungry gazes.

"Happy now?" she snapped, voice wavering.

Lucas whistled.

"Not yet. Panties too."

Brian grabbed her wrists, pinning them as Lucas tugged the waistband down. Lea squirmed, her bare pussy exposed—smooth-shaven, lips glistening despite her protests.

"Look at that," Lucas murmured, "she's wet. Little slut likes it."

A soft moan escaped my lips. My fingers dipped lower, sliding through my slick folds.
"God, Anna..." I whispered, my hips bucking slightly. The story mirrored my day too much. The exposure, the unwanted arousal. I pinched my nipple through my tee, rolling it as I scrolled.

Brian still pinned her hands on her back when Lucas suddenly took some pictures of her with his phone."

"Crawl to the kitchen and fetch us some soda," Lucas ordered. 
"Or we send this photos to all your classmates at school."

Naked, she obeyed, ass swaying, the carpet rough on her skin. Her pussy throbbed with every movement, juices trailing down her thighs. Humiliation burned, but so did the heat between her legs.

In the kitchen, she reached for the fridge, bending over. That's when Richard walked in, groceries in hand. His eyes widened at his stepdaughter's nude form, ass up, pussy on display.

"What the hell is this?"
The boys followed, grinning.

"She lost a bet, Dad. Fair and square."
Richard set the bags down, his gaze lingering. To Lea's horror, he didn't yell. Instead, a bulge grew in his pants.

"Bets are bets." He swatted her ass hard, the sting making her yelp and clench.

I pushed my shorts down my legs and pulled a leg free. 
With my legs spread and in the air, I quickenedmy pace, two fingers plunging inside me now, while my shorts hung loose over one ankle. I gasped, imagining Lea's shock, Richard's handprint blooming red like the ones on my own ass.

"Fuck..." I arched off the bed.

Lea whimpered as Richard joined in, the three of them surrounding her. Lucas slapped her cheek, Brian groped her tits, pinching her nipples until she moaned.

"Admit you love it," Richard demanded, his hand dipping between her legs, fingers rubbing her clit.

"No... I hate you," she sobbed, but her hips bucked against him, chasing the friction. The betrayal stung worse than the slaps. Her pussy soaking his fingers, clit swollen and aching.

They took turns on her: spanks, gropes, even making her spread her legs wide. Lea's face burned with shame, tears streaming, but the pressure built, her body coiling tight.

I was close now, my fingers thrusting faster, thumb on my clit.

"God... yes..." I panted, switching between reading and closing my eyes, picturing it all. My free hand yanked up my tee, exposing my c-cups, tweaking my nipples hard. The story built, Lea's humiliation peaking.

Finally, Richard pushed her onto her back, legs spread.

"Cum for us, slut. Show how much you need this."

His fingers plunged inside her, curling, while the boys held her down, pulling and pinching her nipples. Lea thrashed, fighting it, but the wave crashed, her pussy clenching, squirting over his hand as she screamed in ecstasy and shame.

My orgasm hit at the same instant, mirroring Lea's. I cried out, back arching, juices soaking my hand as waves of pleasure ripped through me.

"Oh god... yes!", I muffeld into my pillow while my toes were curled.

My walls pulsed around my fingers, nipples throbbing, the release sweet and guilty. As it faded, I lay there panting, the story's end glowing on my screen. Anna was right… It was hot. Confusing, twisted, but hot.

I pulled my shorts back on, bare without panties, feeling the dampness between my legs.

My body spent but mind racing I texted Anna.

"Read it. Was Intense. Talk tomorrow?" With a smirk emoji.

But the discussion about the new rules loomed the next day. But for now I sank exhausted in my bed.
Little did I know, this was just the start.