The glass of milk and the piece of toast were finished before I couldremember having them and I found myself terrified in the utility room,just inside...the back door."You haven't brushed your hair you little trollop what will peoplethink."She was grinning widely as she spoke, brandishing the hairbrush. With asurprisingly delicate touch she carefully teased my hair into somethingthat she was satisfied with, then before I could stop her, she waspainting lipstick over my lips.I wanted to scream, to. Without saying anything he began sucking my cock and jerking me off into his mouth. I didn't last long and told him I was going to shoot. He kept sucking and stroking so I let loose what felt like a gallon of hot cum. He said it was a lot and I know it was.As soon as he stood up he unzipped his pants and took out his cock again, which was rock hard. He jerked it slowly watching the video and said he would cum shortly. It was difficult for me to want to suck him again after I had just got. “I don’t… I don’t know what you are talking about,” my step-dad again tried to act innocent. “Shut up, you bastard, every night, every night you come to my room,” I said, getting really angry at him. “Every night I wish you would do something more than just fingering my pussy, but you leave me unsatisfied,” I said. “But today, I will go to sleep after getting fucked hard… by you,” I told him. Now he had nothing to say and just kept quiet. I took off my top, and he looked at my boobs. I didn’t. I don't remember where everyone else was at the time but they were probably in bed too. The conversation was getting me warmed up. I asked her what gay girls do if gay guys did that for sex. She said that she didn't really know except that they probably did a lot of licking. We farmers and small town folk were kind of isolated from some things in life.By this time my hand was in my panties. She was plucking on one of her great nipples through her night gown smiling straight at me. She asked me.