Orphan 
By A.J. Brown
Blake's new residence isn't quite what it initially seems to be


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Life was never easy for Blake growing up in an orphanage and all. He met some
friends but they would come and go. Even the people that were looking after
him would come and go. His friends were friends until they moved on and were
adopted. And those looking after him cared about him only during the time they
were with him. Never did he have anyone that loved him permanently.

He was now 19-years-old. The real world was not easy for him in the least. He
wasn't prepared and he felt even lonelier now that he was on his own. He
didn't know how to make friends on his own and he couldn't hold a stable job.
All he wanted to do was go back.

"I am sorry" Marsha the director of the orphanage said to Blake when he came
begging to come back for care. "But you are an adult now. I can't take you in.
You need to learn to take care of yourself."

Blake was in tears and he didn't care. All seemed hopeless. When he turned
around to walk away from her he saw a beautiful woman standing there. She
looked to be in her mid to late forties and she took extremely good care of
her appearance. She had beautiful long light brown hair and a mature, but
pretty, face. She was taller, standing at about 5'9, and she was dressed
extremely well.

"Who is this sweet boy?" the woman said to Marsha and she smiled at Blake with
a smile that made him light right up.

Blake thought it was too good to be true and actually getting to live with a
family wasn't something he ever thought was going to happen. But the woman
that spotted him at the orphanage that day took a liking to him immediately.
She thought his story was so touching and she went through the process to
adopt him as quickly as she could. Her name was Cynthia.

Cynthia was a wealthy woman and if it wasn't obvious by the extremely
expensive clothes that she wore it certainly was when she walked Blake out to
the blue Jaguar that she drove. The beautiful woman that was about as tall as
he was with her heels on and she walked with perfect posture. He would have
been very intimidated in her presence if she didn't act so loving towards him.

"Rachel is so excited to meet you" Cynthia said happily as she drove Blake to
his new home.

"Who is Rachel?" he asked and he sounded a bit nervous.

"Oh I didn't even tell you, did I?" Cynthia said with excitement. "I was so
excited about everything else that I didn't even tell you about Rachel. She is
going to be your little sister. She is my baby. Well, I suppose I shouldn't
call her my baby. She is 18-years-old but she's a senior in high-school. She's
always been an only child and she is so happy to finally have a big brother."

"But I'm not really her sister" Blake said back a bit shyly.

"I know what you mean" Cynthia said and she gave him another sweet smile. "But
if you say you are brother and sister it will just make her so happy.
Especially since she doesn't have a father anymore. Can you do that for me?"

"Yeah, sure" he said and he gave her a smile like he was seeking her approval.
She smiled back like she was signaling he had that approval.

Cynthia pulled into the driveway and the house was enormous. Never in his life
would he have imagined that he would live in a house that big. He had been
living in a small studio apartment when he was on his own and he couldn't help
but be extremely excited about his new living situation. He had a low paying
job that Cynthia even said he could quit so he could relax and get himself
comfortable in his new home.

Cynthia led him into the house and the girl who he assumed was Rachel was
waiting right inside the front door for them. She was extremely cute with her
light brown hair that was in a ponytail and her cute brown eyes. Her face
overall was as cute as could be. She didn't take after her mother height-wise
since she didn't look taller than 5'3 and the fact that she was barefoot made
her look even shorter. She wore a white tank-top and a short pair of shorts
and her skin was fairly tan. She was a fairly petite girl overall.

"Is this my new big brother??" she said and Blake wasn't sure that he ever
heard anyone quite so excited.

"Yes it is" Cynthia said happily. "Rachel, meet your new big brother, Blake."

"Yay!" Rachel said with even more excitement.

She ran right at him, grabbed him, and squeezed him tightly with a big hug.
She was so excited that her hug felt extremely firm and the girl definitely
felt stronger than he would have expected. Hugging her just felt right and he
hugged her back. She responded with a kiss on his cheek before she let go of
him.

"This is so awesome that I have a big brother!" she said and even her voice
sounded cute. "We're going to have so much fun together."

"And you have plenty of time for that" Cynthia smiled. "Right now I need to
show Blake to his bedroom. Do me a favor, Rachel, and preheat the oven so I
can cook us all dinner, OK?"

"Yes Momma" Rachel said.

Rachel happily skipped away to go do what she was told and this was definitely
a girl that Blake thought was raised correctly. Cynthia motioned for him to
follow her to his bedroom and he followed her down the hall. She continued to
walk with great posture as she led him to the biggest bedroom he ever had. The
fact that it had a flat screen TV and an Xbox in it definitely made it look
even more attractive.

"Wow" Blake said and now he couldn't hide his excitement. "This is awesome!"

"I'm so glad you like it" Cynthia said and then she shut the door behind them.
"I want you to feel comfortable here."

"Thank you so much" he said as he looked at the older woman really wanting to
show his appreciation. "This means so much to me."

"It means so much to us that you've joined us" she smiled back. "And I want
you to know that you are special and special to me. I love you just as much as
I love Rachel and the two of you are more important to me than anything else
on this planet. I'm your guardian now and you may call me whatever you'd
like."

"I'll probably just call you Cynthia if that's OK with you" he said.

"Yes, of course dear" she said to him and every word that came out of her
mouth just made him feel good. "Just remember how much I love you. And
remember that since I am your guardian that you can talk to me about anything.
I mean that - anything. If you ever have anything on your mind promise me that
you'll come talk to me about it, OK?"

"Yes, thank you" he said back and he felt so incredibly welcome at her home.

"No, thank you sweetie" she said back. "Now give me a hug." The two embraced.
This wasn't the first time someone had shown care for him but he had never
gotten that kind of affection before that.

Blake, Cynthia, and Rachel all sat at the dinner table later that evening.
Cynthia had cooked them a great chicken dinner with mashed potatoes and
vegetables. It was definitely the best cooked meal he had ever eaten. Cynthia
smiled at him periodically as they ate. Then Rachel's cell phone rang.

"Oh Momma, can I answer this??" Rachel said excitedly again as she looked to
see who it was. "It's my boyfriend."

"Rachel, no" Cynthia said and she spoke with a disciplinary tone that Blake
hadn't yet heard her use. "It's dinnertime right now. Turn your phone off. You
can talk to him later."

"Oh darn it" Rachel said but she did what she was told. "OK Momma. Do you have
a girlfriend, Blake?"

"Um no, not right now" he said uncomfortably and he started to eat.

"Why not?" she said with a tone like she thought it was a bit weird that he
didn't.

"Just keeping my options open right now" he said and he looked right down at
his food.

"Why is your face getting all red?" she asked and now she was really
embarrassing him. "I'm just asking. Why you getting all weird about it? Have
you ever had a girlfriend?"

Blake didn't answer her and he took a big gulp of his drink. His background
made it tough for him to meet friends but it made it even tougher for him to
meet girls. He was 19-years-old and he never had a girlfriend before and he
was extremely embarrassed about that. He wanted so badly for the subject to be
dropped but it didn't look like that was going to happen.

"Blake" Cynthia said and she spoke softly but also sternly. "Your sister asked
you a question."

Blake thought that Cynthia was great for taking him in and giving him a home
but he would have thought that she would have seen that he was embarrassed and
told Rachel to back off. Instead, she looked at him just as curiously. He did
not want to answer the question. Rachel's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Rachel, I thought I told you to turn that phone off!" Cynthia said to him
sternly.

"Come on, it's my boyfriend" Rachel complained. "Can I just talk to him? I'm
not even hungry."

"Fine, just go" Cynthia said. "But I'm not making you anything later if you're
hungry."

"Hey babe!" Rachel said as she answered her phone immediately and ran from the
table to her room.

"She is so rude sometimes, isn't she?" Cynthia said to Blake and he wished she
had also called her out on her rudeness when Rachel was being nosy about his
love life. "Don't worry, she'll be done with that boyfriend within two weeks
and be talking to another one. Always got a new boyfriend, that crazy girl."

He gave her an uncomfortable smile and it embarrassed him more to hear how she
was getting all of these boyfriends when they probably knew that he never had
a girlfriend. The two continued to eat together and Cynthia ended up talking
about other things for the rest of the meal. But the entire time Blake was
just nervous that she would bring up the subject of if he ever had a
girlfriend again. They got through the meal without that happening.

A couple of days later in the early afternoon, Blake was sitting in the living
room watching TV with his legs stretched out and his feet on the coffee table.
Cynthia was at work and Rachel was still at school so he had the house to
himself. The ability to relax by himself in a large house like this with no
one else around was so nice and he felt very thankful for it.

The front door then opened and Rachel walked in the front door talking loudly
to someone. She was wearing a cute outfit with a pink short-sleeved shirt and
a short pair of shorts. She walked towards the couch that Blake was sitting on
and he did find it a bit rude she was talking so loudly near him when he was
trying to watch TV.

"OK, talk to you later" she said as she hung up the phone and had a seat on
the couch next to Blake. "Hey Blake!"

She spoke friendly like she did when he first met her and when she spoke with
that tone of voice it was impossible not to like her. She kicked off the
sandals that she had on, stretched out her legs, and put her bare feet on the
coffee table. Her feet looked soft, smooth, and her toenails were painted a
shiny red. She took far better care of her feet than any girl he had ever seen
and they were quite cute.

"Wow, look at how skinny your legs are" she said. "Look at how much skinnier
they are than mine."

Blake had been distracted by her feet and didn't even notice her legs but when
she said that, he looked at their legs and noticed what she was talking about.
It's nothing he would have noticed since Rachel was a petite girl and he was a
lot taller than her but with their legs stretched out and being right next to
each other, Blake saw that her legs actually looked quite a bit more muscular.

"Look" she said and she even giggled a little bit as she lifted one of her
feet off of the table and flexed her calf muscle a bit. "I got more muscles in
my legs than you do. Let me see you flex your calf."

She was quickly embarrassing him again and since he didn't have a whole lot of
time to go work out he knew that he didn't have that kind of definition at
least and he was embarrassed to flex but she kept doing it and she looked like
she wanted him to. He flexed his one calf muscle and it barely looked like
there was anything there.

"He-he-he" she giggled. "You really don't have any muscles in your legs at
all. You want to wrestle me?"

"What?" he said with surprise.

"Let's wrestle on the carpet over there" she said. "I think I might be able to
beat you."

She had annoyed him enough at dinner that night when she was asking him about
girlfriends but now she had really hurt his male ego but suggesting that she
could beat him in wrestling. She might have had more muscle definition in her
legs than him but he was bigger than her and she was a girl. There was no way
she could beat him in wrestling.

The only downside that he could see was he didn't want to get in trouble with
Cynthia for wrestling her. He didn't see that being a problem, though. Cynthia
was a reasonable woman and he could explain that Rachel was the one that
wanted to do it. He didn't intend to hurt her or anything anyway, just wrestle
her down and put her in her place.

The two of them were on their knees on the carpet ready to go out at it. She
looked so petite and Blake didn't doubt at all that he was going to easily
beat her. She also did look very cute and even though she was now his
stepsister he couldn't help but be a bit excited about wrestling around with
her.

But Rachel went right at him far more aggressively than he would have expected
and she put him in a headlock. Her arms were far stronger than he would have
guessed and she immediately took him to the ground. She forced him face down
and then got on top of his back.

She easily weighed fifty pounds less than him if not more but that petite body
of hers felt very strong. He could feel just how strong it was as he struggled
to get her off of him but she was strong enough to hold him down. She then
wrapped her arm around his neck and put him in a chokehold.

"Wow, you're really a wimp" she said with a girly voice into his ear as she
tightened the chokehold on him even more. "I didn't think it would be this
easy to take you down."

He couldn't believe this small girl was beating him up as easily as she was
and he desperately tried to get her off of him. But she had leverage and she
was able to tighten the chokehold on him even more. She was taking away his
ability to breathe and he started tapping out on the ground.

Rachel completely ignored his submission and he felt that thin arm of hers
wrap around his neck even tighter. It was getting dangerous and he was getting
worried. She used her other hand to start pulling his hair and his eyes
watered up. He heard her giggle in his ear some more and then he started
pounding on the ground some more.

"What are you doing?" she laughed and even though she was kicking his ass her
voice still sounded plenty girly. "Pounding on the floor isn't going to do
anything for you."

"I'm" he started to say but he was being choked too much to respond and she
realized that and loosened up. "I'm trying to tap out."

"Wow, are you serious?" she laughed. "Already? Your sister beat you up in like
a minute."

She proceeded to show her dominance over him some more, tightening the
chokehold a bit more and making breathing for him extremely difficult. Blake
had already tapped out so there was nothing more he could do but take it. She
choked him for a little while longer before she finally let go.

She rolled off of him and he rolled onto his back gasping for some much needed
breaths. Even in his state of having a hurt throat and just trying to breathe,
one look at the cute girl that had just beat him up really made him feel
embarrassed. She looked at him with a smile and gave him a hard smack across
his face.

For a girl she could definitely smack hard and it hurt him quite a bit. He
felt his eyes water up and he saw Rachel looking at him excitedly like she
wanted to see him cry. He jumped to his feet, ran to his bedroom, and closed
the door. He jumped right on his bed and started crying.

The three of them were having dinner together later on and Blake was still
very upset at what had happened earlier. Cynthia was asking them how their
days were and Rachel was just acting like a cute little angel. It drove Blake
crazy that she could just act like that when she had just beaten him up
earlier.

"OK Rachel it's your turn to straighten up tonight, OK?" Cynthia said when
they were all done.

"Yes Momma" Rachel said with a sweet smile.

Blake watched Cynthia leave the dining room and he quickly left as well so he
didn't have to be alone with Rachel. He remembered what Cynthia told him when
he first moved in about how he could tell her anything. He was scared to be
around Rachel but he felt very comfortable with Cynthia. He felt the need to
tell her that.

"Cynthia?" he said quietly when he walked into her bedroom behind her.

"Yes dear?" she said very sweetly as she turned around and looked at him
nicely.

"Can I talk to you about something?" he said.

"Of course you can, sweetie" she said and she always gave him such a warm
smile when she spoke to him which made him feel so good. "You can talk to me
about ANYTHING. Tell me what's on your mind, dear." Blake quietly closed her
bedroom door and he realized he was quite upset about the fact that he had
gotten beat up earlier.

"I'd like to talk to you about Rachel" he said. "She ... well she beat me up
earlier. She asked me to wrestle her and she was really rough with me. I mean,
she was actually choking me pretty bad. I was having trouble breathing and she
didn't even let go right away when I tapped out."

At first Cynthia looked at him with a little bit of concern but then that look
just turned into a sweet smile. She was looking at him like she adored him but
she didn't say anything. It made Blake feel a little weird and he wished that
she would just say something.

"Blake" she said as her smile got bigger and then she put her hand on his
cheek. "You are so sweet. You are such a gentleman that you didn't want to
hurt your sister. I am so incredibly proud of you. But I know how Rachel is. I
am sure she did start that so when she does, don't be afraid to fight back. So
if she does that again you have my permission to fight back as much as you
want to, to get her to stop. Feel free to show her what a man you are and put
her in her place and I promise if she comes crying to me that I'll tell her
she deserved it."

The thing was, was that Blake wasn't just going easy on her - she just flat
out beat him up. But he looked at the way that Cynthia was looking at him and
how 'proud' she looked of him. He didn't think she'd be too proud if he came
out and told her that he couldn't beat up a girl. He didn't want to let her
down.

"OK Cynthia" he said. He smiled back at her, she still had that warm smile on
her face, and he left.

The next day Blake was sitting in the living room watching TV once again. He
heard Rachel coming in the front door and he actually wanted to go to his room
to avoid her. But he then realized how cowardly that was and didn't do so. He
couldn't imagine that Rachel would want to wrestle him again two days in a
row.

"OK" Rachel said to someone on her cell phone as she walked into the living
room. "I'll talk to you later."

She hung her phone up and then looked right into Blake's eyes with a look that
suggested she was not too pleased with him. He looked away from her at the TV
and then looked back to see she hadn't moved her eyes from him at all. She was
definitely making him a bit uneasy.

"So" she said to him. "You told Momma on me, huh?"

"What?" he said with a bit of a heavy breath and he was embarrassed that he
was letting her make him nervous.

"Yeah" she said. "I heard what you said yesterday. You didn't think I knew
exactly why you followed Momma in her room after dinner to talk to her. Once
you closed that door I stood right outside of it. And I heard your whole
conversation. Ha-ha-ha. Well why don't you take Momma's advice? Don't go easy
on me this time."

She jumped on the couch with Blake and she put him right in a headlock. He
tried to take Cynthia's advice and fight back harder but he quickly realized
that wasn't going to work. She was more aggressive than he was, she had more
skills, and even though she was smaller than him she definitely felt stronger.
She proceeded to whoop his ass again, putting him in various wrestling holds,
until he could get free and he ran into his room.

Weekdays after school started to not be very fun for Blake. Rachel didn't beat
him up every day but she'd do it a couple of times a week. She'd always stop
well before Cynthia got home and Blake wished she would see her daughter doing
it just once. He didn't want to admit to her that Rachel could beat him up but
he felt like if she saw it happening she'd do something about it, since she
did always tell him how much she loved him. He found himself starting to lock
himself in the bedroom in the afternoon to avoid Rachel but he felt like a
prisoner when he did that so he didn't do it every day.

One day Blake was in his room and it was getting close to the time that
Cynthia normally got home so he felt OK to leave his room. It didn't seem to
bother Rachel. She got that look in her eyes when she saw him and she jumped
right on him. She took him to the ground and the two of them were wrestling
around.

She had him face down and she wrapped her arm around his neck choking him out.
He hated having his breathing cut off a bit when she did that and he hated how
helpless he felt in that position. She had a strong arm but she also was
always able to get good leverage so he couldn't even come close to getting out
of the hold.

Blake heard the front door open and that sure made him happy. He waited for
Rachel to quickly jump off of him so she didn't get in trouble. She didn't do
so, though. Seemed like she thought she'd get away with it. He really hoped
that Cynthia would walk inside and discipline her daughter.

"I know, isn't that hilarious?" Cynthia said and Blake saw that she was on her
cell phone. "I never would have expected that out of him."

She was talking loudly on her phone and she didn't even seem to really be
paying attention to Rachel and Blake. She walked right by them and she was so
involved in her conversation that Blake wouldn't have been surprised if she
didn't even realize they were wrestling.

"Yeah well the kids are playing again" Cynthia said to her friend on the phone
as she walked by the two of them again. "These two are always able to keep
each other entertained, that's for sure." Cynthia then walked away into her
bedroom and Blake heard the door close.

"Bet you thought she was just going to get me in trouble, didn't you?" Rachel
said softly into his ear. "Guess she's not going to do anything about it. I
can beat you up whenever I want and you can't stop me." She held him a bit
longer after she said it but then she actually got off of him. But she had
definitely made him feel more afraid.

Rachel wasn't beating Blake up every day after school but she always had him
afraid that she would beat him up and that wasn't a very fun way for him to
live. She definitely was calling the shots and if he was in the living room
watching TV and she came up to take the remote and change it, there was
nothing that he could do about it.

So weekends were actually very nice for him because Cynthia was home and even
though it had been shown that she wasn't going to break it up if Rachel was
beating on him, Rachel tended not to bully him when she was home. Cynthia was
making dinner one Saturday while Blake was watching TV with his feet rested on
the coffee table.

Rachel came in the living room with a devious smile on her face that always
made Blake uncomfortable. She was wearing shorts and she stretched her legs
out then put her bare feet right on the table. Blake was also wearing shorts
and feeling embarrassed with his skinny legs next to Rachel's, he took his
feet off of the table and set them on the floor. Soon after he did that,
Cynthia walked into the living room with a rolling pin in her hand.

"Blake dear, how do you like your steak cooked?" Cynthia said and then she
looked down to see Rachel's feet on the table then got the angriest look on
her face that Blake had ever seen. "Rachel how many times do I have to tell
you?? Don't put your feet on the coffee table!"

Cynthia then took the rolling pin and hit Rachel on the shin with it hard
enough to make Blake cringe. Cynthia had been so sweet to him and Rachel had
been making his life difficult but he was very disturbed at how Cynthia could
hit her own daughter like that especially for just having her feet on the
table. Had she walked in the room a few minutes earlier he would have been the
one his feet on the table. Would she have done the same thing to him?

Blake was sure that Rachel was going to start crying but when he looked at her
face he saw that she a stern and tough look on it and she didn't look like she
was going to cry at all. It was surprising to him because he saw how hard she
got hit and he honestly thought he would have cried if he got hit that hard.
Rachel was one tough cookie. He started to wonder how she got so tough.

"Well Blake dear?" Cynthia said and she still spoke sweetly to him for the
most part but he could hear in her voice that she was still a bit agitated.
"How do you like your steak cooked?" He looked at her holding that rolling pin
in her hand and he almost felt on the spot like he better not give the wrong
answer.

"Um, medium well" he said.

"Very well, dear" she said and she smiled at him. "Dinner will be ready in
twenty minutes." Cynthia left the room and Rachel was just staring ahead
seriously. She looked like she took the hit OK but she did have a large red
mark on her leg.

"Are you OK?" Blake asked her.

He looked back at Rachel and he was able to tell immediately that the tough
look on her face was just an act. The girl didn't want to show it but she was
holding back a lot of tears from coming down her face. She started to sniffle
and once she started to cry she got up, ran to her room, and closed the door.

When it was dinnertime Cynthia was being just as sweet as always but things
definitely felt different than usual. Rachel was being very polite and it
seemed as if she was trying to make up for her earlier mistake. Blake was
being extra careful to follow the rules so he didn't get hit.

When dinner was over and the table and kitchen were all cleaned up, Blake
started to go to his room. He really didn't feel like hanging out in the
living room that night and felt like he just wanted to be alone for some
reason. He walked down the hall and started to walk into his room.

"Blake dear" he heard Cynthia call from her room. "May I see you for a minute,
sweetie?"

She had never been anything but sweet to him but he felt a bit uneasy about
the request. He walked into her room and she was lying on her bed. She wore a
long purple nightgown and her legs were stretched out. The nightgown went all
the way down to her ankles and covered everything expect her feet which were
bare.

"Close the door, will you sweetie?" she said.

He did as she asked and as he did he realized something that was making him
even more uncomfortable about the situation. He couldn't get his eyes off of
her feet and as he looked at them he was getting extremely turned on. He
didn't understand it at all. They were feet. But they looked so sexy. They
were fairly big and even a little chunky. But they were very soft and much
smoother than he would have thought a woman her age's feet would be. He found
the wrinkles in her soles especially sexy and he felt his cock rapidly growing
in his pants.

"I'd like to apologize" she said to him and although he figured that she's be
apologizing for wailing her daughter with a rolling pin he would have
preferred that she apologize to her about it. "I've been so busy that I
haven't been spending any time with you. So now that I have some time I'd
really to give you some attention that you need."

"Oh it's OK" he said. "I'm used to doing things on my own, don't worry about
it."

"No, no it's not OK" she said back to him. "I brought you into this home
because you need attention. And you need to feel loved. Has anyone ever taught
you how to masturbate?"

"What??" he said with disbelief but Cynthia looked extremely comfortable.
"No!"

"Oh you poor thing" she said to him. "Well I am going to teach you right now.
Drop your pants and get on your knees."

"It's OK" he said and he felt more uncomfortable than he ever felt. "I figured
out how to do that on my own." He was embarrassed that he even admitted that
much to her.

"If you've just learned on your own then you are not enjoying the full
experience" she said to him and even though she still spoke sweetly she was
definitely speaking sternly. "Now drop your pants."

"No thanks" he said and he looked at the ground. He felt extremely
uncomfortable but he knew that she couldn't make him do it.

"Blake, look at me!" she said and her tone made him to what she said
immediately. "If you are going to live under my roof then you are going to
live by my rules. Now drop your pants and get on your knees. I am NOT going to
ask you again."

He realized he didn't have a choice in this matter. What made the
uncomfortable situation even worse for him was that his cock was still
extremely hard and excited from her feet which were just resting there looking
so incredibly sexy. He started to drop his pants and underwear and Cynthia was
looking at him like she couldn't want to see his cock. He pulled them down,
got down on his knees, and she had her eyes on his cock the entire time.

"Oh my God" she said and then she started to laugh a little bit. "Your dick is
tiny. I've never seen one that small before ... wow. I hope it gets bigger
once you start to get hard. Wait a minute. Let me look a bit closer at that.
You are hard! Leave it to me to bring a boy with a tiny cock into my house.

"I'm sorry. But I just never have seen a cock that small before. No wonder you
don't have a girlfriend. Don't ever let Rachel see that tiny thing of yours or
she'll never stop teasing you about it. Don't you worry, though. Your secret
is safe with me. Well I guess I'm going to have to adjust my lesson a little
bit. Normally I'd tell you to put your hand on your cock. But you're going to
have to use just your thumb and two biggest fingers. Go ahead. Put them right
in the center of your cock and press."

Blake started to breathe a bit heavily. He did not care if she had given him a
great place to live, this was not right. It wasn't right at all. He wanted to
show her that she couldn't make him do this. He wanted to pull up his pants,
get to his feet, and walk right out of there and if she kicked him out of the
house for it, so be it.

But he thought more about that and realized it wasn't an option. He had a nice
large house to live in and he was getting good home cooked meals as opposed to
the crap he had been eating on his own. He did not want to go back to living
in that small apartment. She had him right by the balls and he was going to
have to jerk-off for her.

"Go ahead sweetie" she said to him and now she was speaking seductively.
"Right in the center of your cock and press. Then slowly move them up and
down."

Blake did what she asked and although she could make him do the action what
she couldn't force him to do was cum. It was true that he never had a
girlfriend so he had never came in front of a female before. This certainly
was not how he wanted the first time of that to me and he was going to make
sure it didn't happen. It would satisfy him to show her that her little
masturbation lesson wasn't going to work.

"Now go a little bit faster" Cynthia said. "But not too much."

He did it and he felt his cock starting to grow more. His plan now had a
little bit of a problem because this was starting to feel good and it already
felt a lot better than when he jerked off on his own normally rushing the
deal. He started to breathe heavily and he could see the satisfaction in
Cynthia's eyes.

"Good boy" she said to him. "You're doing great. That tiny cock of yours is
actually starting to grow a bit more. You can probably get your hand around it
now. Wrap your hand around it but make sure you continue to squeeze right
towards the center. And take it slow. The key is to take it slow."

It was really starting to feel good and he didn't want to take it slow. When
he jerked off he did it quickly and got the job done. But the way she was
having him do it was getting him more aroused than he ever felt. He just
wanted to stroke fast and cum but all of the buildup was taking his sexual
excitement to a level that he had never felt before.

"Keep it up!" she said to him and now she sounded proud. "Now you can go a
little bit faster. But just a little bit."

He started to stroke faster but he wanted to go even faster. He wanted to cum
more than anything and he could feel it building up. It was driving him crazy
that he couldn't do it, yet it felt so great. Seeing her looking down at him
from the bed and basically looking over him got him even more sexually
excited.

He took a look at her feet and that turned him on even more. He initially
thought they looked sexy when he walked in but in the state he was in at this
point they looked like they two sexiest things in the world. She scrunched her
toes up a bit causing more wrinkles to form on those mature soles of hers and
it was driving him crazy. He moaned even though he didn't want to.

"Feels great, doesn't it?" she said to him proudly and that excited him even
more. "But don't cum yet. This is my lesson and you can't cum until I give you
permission."

He went from not wanting to cum just a few minutes ago to wanting to
desperately. He felt at her mercy and she looked in such control of him
sitting comfortably on that bed while he jerked off that he felt like he had
to obey. He was going slow and trying his best not to cum but it was becoming
very difficult not to.

He started to stroke a bit more rapidly and this was the most amazing thing he
had ever felt in his life. He had never taken this long before and all of the
buildup was making it the greatest feeling ever. She was wiggling her toes a
bit now and that just made it even better.

"Do you want to cum, dear?" she said to him.

"Yes!" he said back loudly and he didn't even care anymore that he sounded
desperate and close to pathetic.

"Ask me nicely" she said.

"May I please cum?" he said loudly.

"Yes you may!" she said with a big smile.

He pulled on his cock hard and immediately started cumming like crazy. It was
far more than he had ever produced and it just wouldn't stop. Looking up at
Cynthia in that state the way she was looking down at him looking so superior
and with her sexy bare feet swaying back and forth made him think she was the
sexiest woman in the world.

He was still cumming and he wondered when it was going to stop. Finally it
started to slow down but he squeezed harder to get more out and squeezing out
that last little bit felt fucking good as well. He eventually didn't have any
left and he looked at the mess on the floor.

"You did such a great job" she said. "I'm so proud of you. Now pull up your
pants and clean up the mess. You can go into my bathroom to wet some toilet
paper to clean it up with. Get some wet and then some dry to clean it up."

He pulled his pants up and now that he wasn't sexually charged anymore he
started to really wish that hadn't happened. He didn't understand why she had
him do that and it didn't feel right. He went into her bathroom to get what
she asked then cleaned up the mess.

"Now flush those rags down the toilet" she said and she was really starting to
get on his nerves telling him the obvious. "And wash your hands. "

He was really starting to feel uncomfortable and he just wanted to be out of
there. He walked into her bathroom that was attached to her bedroom and only
accessible by her and did what she told him. He walked back out and stood in
front of her, wondering why he didn't just walk out.

"Come here, dear" she said and he moved closer to he so she could kiss him on
the forehead. "You did such a good job. I am so proud of you. Now run along
and play."

He face was beat red and he couldn't get out of that room soon enough. He went
into his bedroom and had a seat. He looked at the big TV he had in there as
well as the video games. He didn't want to use any of them. Not only was he
extremely embarrassed at what had happened with Cynthia but he felt wronged.
He told her that he did not want to do that and she shouldn't have been able
to make him. But she did and nothing could ever change that. He just sat
there, staring for hours.

Life continued and weekdays continued to not be very fun for Blake. Rachel
always picked on him and occasionally she'd still wrestle him down even.
Cynthia didn't even bring up her little masturbation lesson she had given him
and she acted very sweetly to him, but he still couldn't feel the same around
her as he did previously.

One night after dinner when Cynthia was in her bedroom, Blake wanted some ice
cream. He went into the kitchen to get some and he could see Rachel sitting in
the dining room, which was attached, eating some ice cream as well. The only
bowls that were clean were high in the cabinet so he had to reach high to get
one.

He probably should have just grabbed a stool but he thought he could reach so
he stood up on his tippy-toes to grab one. He got it with his fingers but he
couldn't control it and it fell to the floor. It broke into pieces and it was
extremely loud. Blake was pissed and embarrassed.

"Uh oh" Rachel said with a devious smile on her face. "Momma is gonna be mad."

"It's fine" Blake said and she was making him even more uncomfortable.
"Where's the broom so I can clean this up?"

"Momma is gonna be mad at you" Rachel said and she really seemed amused by it.
"You're going to get it!"

"It's fine, it was just an accident" he said and even though he figured Rachel
was trying to get under his skin, he wanted to show initiative by cleaning it
up. "Please just tell me where the broom and dustpan are so I can clean this
up."

"What on earth happened out here??" Cynthia said as she walked into the
kitchen and Blake recognized that exact tone of voice from when she hit Rachel
with the rolling pin.

"Blake broke one of your bowls" Rachel wasted no time saying.

"It was an accident" Blake said and he sounded a little frantic. "Please just
tell me where I can find the broom so I can sweep it up."

"We don't have accidents in this house" she said to him sternly and she
tightly grabbed his wrist. "We are more careful than that. I don't go into
your room and accidentally break your things, do I? Rachel, get the broom and
dustpan out of the closet and clean up this mess."

"But I didn't do it, momma!" she objected and Cynthia held Blake's wrist even
tighter.

"Don't you dare talk back to me" Cynthia said. "Clean up this mess, Rachel.
I'm not going to ask you again."

"Yes Momma" Rachel pouted and she stood up.

"Come on" Cynthia said to Blake and she tugged on his arm. "You're coming with
me."

Blake felt Cynthia's hand grab his wrist even tighter and he even felt her
nails going into his wrist a bit as she pulled him down the hallway. He had
never felt her be that rough with him before. She pulled him towards her
bedroom and he did not want to be alone with her in there again. She pulled
him in and closed the door behind them.

"I didn't mean to do it" he said and now he spoke nervously. "I'm really
sorry. I'll buy you a new bowl."

"Quiet" she said to him. "Drop your pants."

"What?" he said.

"Drop your pants" she said to him with a very serious look on her face.

"W-why?" he stuttered.

"Don't ask me any more questions" she said. "My house, my rules. Now drop your
pants and your underwear right now, Blake. I'm not playing around with you. Do
you want to live in this house, or not?"

He didn't have time to contemplate that because she had a look on her face
like she was not playing around. Maybe he did not want to live in this
household but it wasn't a decision he wanted to make on a whim like that. For
all he knew, she could kick him out that night and he'd have nowhere to go. He
didn't even have a job. He couldn't have that happen and the thought of having
nowhere to go at night with no money was terrifying. Reluctantly he dropped
his pants and stood there with his cock out. He felt it getting hard again and
didn't want her to see that. But she reached into one of her drawers and took
out a belt.

"Come here" she said and she sat down on bed with him looking terrified.

"Please" he said almost begging. "I'll buy you a ... "

"Come here, NOW!" she ordered.

With his pants at his knees he had to walk to her slowly and she looked
impatient. She put him over her knee and his whole body started to tighten up
in fear. He felt that belt whack his bare ass and it was like no pain he had
ever felt. She was not holding back at all. He was too shocked by how painful
it was to even react at first.

But that wasn't the only whack. He felt her do it again, then again, one after
another. The pain was unbearable and now he was crying. He wasn't just crying
a little bit either. He was bawling loudly and he was sure his cries could
have been heard through the entire large house.

His cries didn't even slow her down. She continued to whack him and it seemed
like she was doing it harder each time. Each time the pain got worse and it
was getting to the point where he thought he was going to pass out. It seemed
like she was never going to stop.

She just kept going. He felt that leather belt hit him hard and it felt like
she was going to whack the skin right off of his ass. He continued to cry
louder and it still didn't slow her down. He would have given anything to have
Rachel beating him up in the living room instead. That was a picnic compared
to this spanking.

She whacked him a couple of more times and then she finally stopped. But that
didn't make the pain go away at all and it actually started to set it and hurt
even worse. He wanted to get up and get out of there but he was in so much
pain that he felt like he couldn't even get up.

"Get up and go to your room for the rest of the night" she ordered. "Now!"

He got up slowly but he could tell she was getting impatient so he got up as
quickly as he could. When he pulled his pants up he felt them touching his ass
and it hurt even more. He couldn't believe she still looked like she didn't
have any sympathy for him or even a little bit of regret about what she had
done. He looked at her hoping he'd see some of that in her.

"To your room, NOW, or you're going back over my knee!" she ordered.

That was enough to motivate him to get out of there as quickly as he could and
he could feel the pain from the spanking even more when he walked. He went
into his room and he closed the door. He lied down on his bed and stared
straight at the ceiling. He started to cry again but this time quietly.

He heard his bedroom door open and feared it would be Cynthia but he saw
Rachel walk in with a devious smile on her face. He was too upset at that
point to even let her bother him. Any teasing from her seemed like nothing
compared to what he had just experienced. She closed the door behind her then
walked over and had a seat next to him on the bed.

"How does your butt feel?" she asked him and she sounded so happy to ask it to
him. "I could hear you bawling even when I went down to the den. Hurts, huh?
You're going to feel that for days."

Blake was initially annoyed by the teasing but that annoyance didn't last very
long at all. She smiled when she told him he was going to feel it for days but
he could tell that smile was hiding something. There was a reason she knew
that. She had lived with Cynthia longer than he had and we was certain she had
made similar mistakes before.

He thought about her getting hit with the rolling pin. No wonder she was able
to act tough and not cry right away when she got hit by it. She was used to
that pain. And it was no wonder that she liked to pick on him and beat him up.
She had to let out everything somehow. He also thought about the little
masturbation lesson that Cynthia had given him and he just couldn't think
about this anymore. He sat up.

"I'm sorry" he said to her and he watched the smile start to leave her face
just a little bit. "I'm so sorry about what you've been through. But I'm here
now and I'll try and help you cope with it."

He watched and wasn't surprised at all as he saw the smile completely leave
her face and then he saw her start to cry. She did it quietly so she couldn't
be heard outside of the room and then she went right in and hugged Blake. He
hugged back and he could tell that she really needed this.

"I can't tell anyone" she said to him very quietly. "If I tell anyone then all
of my friends will tease me and make fun of me about it. And then she'll beat
me even worse. So we can't tell anyone!"

He hugged her tighter and didn't say a word. He couldn't leave that house
because there was nowhere for him to go. But he also couldn't leave because
Rachel needed someone and she needed it badly. As he hugged her he didn't feel
the pain in his ass anymore at all because he just felt so incredibly bad for
Rachel.

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