The Exchange Student, Day One
By Madcat
A young man battles a beautiful exchange student.


Ken's life seemed to be going perfectly. He had a car, a girlfriend and a good
job for an 18 year old man. School came easy to the highly intelligent student
and he surely would have his pick of colleges next year. Ken wanted nothing
more than to kick back and enjoy his senior year in high school.

Renee changed everything. His family decided to liven things up by getting an
exchange student from France and she arrived just before the start of the
year. His mom loved the female company and the chance to practice her French
language skills. Ken's dad enjoyed the attention of a pretty young lady and
fawned over her. Everybody loved Renee, except for Ken.

Things had started off pretty well between the two of them. Renee turned on
the Euro charm and swept the young man off his feet. It didn't hurt that she
was tall, slender and drop dead gorgeous. An incident occurred a couple weeks
after school started that started the ball rolling in the wrong direction.

Ken woke up early one Sunday morning after a late night out. He knew his
parents would be at church so he sauntered across the hall to the bathroom
wearing just his undies. Of course, they looked a little more like a tent due
to his raging hormones. The boy started to brush his teeth as he waited for
his arousal to subside. It never did. He had forgotten about his new
housemate.

Renee breezed into the bathroom and started wash her hands. She wore a white
under shirt with no bra and light blue, low cut PJ bottoms. The fabric of her
top stretched tightly over her small but full breasts. The girl's shoulder
length brown hair flowed behind her giving the girl an angelic beauty.

"Bonjour," Renee said in her perky voice. She seemed not to notice his undress
or rigid manliness.

But he did. "Ah, yeah, good morning." He stammered, trying to get out of the
bathroom. But his mouth overflowed with toothpaste and needed a good flush.

Beautiful Renee seemed to notice his discomfort. "Mon ami, do not worry about
what you are wearing. If we are to be brother and sister for the next year we
must get used to each other's bodies. Here, I will help you." She said in that
sexy French accent.

Her hands grabbed the sides of her PJs and she slithered out of them revealing
a beautiful pair of white panties. A small cotton triangle covered her
luscious treasure while two white bands looped across her supple hips.
Needless to say, it didn't help the distressed male.

"There we are even stevens now." She said proud of her use of American slang.
Renee lightened the sexual tension by ramming her hips playfully into Ken's.
"Give me some room."

The surprise move pushed Ken away from the sink. But he wasn't about to let
some girl push him around in his house so the boy pushed back. Much to his
dismay, he could not gain any advantage over the astonishingly strong girl.
But Ken figured he really wasn't trying as the two enjoyed this mock battle.
Finally he missed her hips and she slid in front of him. This caused his
throbbing manhood to drag across her well rounded posterior. Ken stopped
immediately and stepped back from the brink.

Renee smiled at him knowingly. A confident male would have done her then and
there. But Ken was everything but confident with women. Contrary to some of
his wild boasting, he had never actually done it with a girl and not sure how
to proceed with this exotic new girl.

"I have an idea," Renee said as she finished quickly with her hands. "Come
down stairs when you are done and we can have breakfast together in just our
under wear. A good way to break the ice, no?"

Ken would have agreed to jump of the empire state building at that point.
"Sure," he replied as she breezed out of the room.

The boy finished his bathroom chores slowly hoping that his arousal would
dissipate. Part of him wanted to rush downstairs and take her on the kitchen
table but the other part feared rejection. In the end he walked downstairs
doing his best to hide his third leg.

His delay gave Renee enough time to pretty much finish breakfast. She served
him OJ, milk and, you guessed it, French toast. For twenty minutes the two
sat, ate and laughed. Thankfully, the table hid her panties from his prying
gaze. So instead he concentrated on her small but pert breasts, smooth
shoulders and beautiful blue eyes. By the end of the breakfast, he had fallen
in love. Then she turned up the heat.

"My brother," Renee said using a reference that Ken hated. "My stomach is so
full."

The girl turned to him and puffed her stomach out feigning fatness. She also
spread her legs giving Ken a free shot. The fabric of her panties stretched
tight against her femininity highlighting every glorious curve. Ken could take
no more. Just as he was about to lean over and kiss her, she jumped out of her
chair.

"Would you like to go play some basketball, my brother." She asked innocently.

He chuckled and said, "Sure."

They ended up spending the rest of the day together. He had a wonderful time
despite the fact that never got to first base and she beat him in basketball.
By the end of the week, Ken had broken up with his girl friend.

The wonderful start quickly turned sour for the love struck boy. The two spent
less and less time together as the weeks rolled by. He never got to first base
despite weekly underwear brunches. Then she went out on her first date with
another boy. Then another and another. Before long it seemed like she was
dating the whole football team.

Ken's love turned to anger and resentment at her ability to dominate him. He
had friends but the whole school loved Renee. He was smart but she always
seemed one step ahead of him. He sat home most nights while she went out with
a host of friends. Even his parents sided with her, acknowledging his
complaints as single child jealousy. Of course, they knew nothing of the
Sunday brunches where Renee had extended her control. Ken now served her
breakfast. All it took was one look at her incredible panty clad body to keep
the food hot and the service fast.

It all came to a head one November weekend. Mom and dad left for a
mini-vacation at the cabin leaving the two kids home alone. Ken had a Friday
night party to go to and Renee obviously had a date as she pranced around the
house in a red mini-skirt. His car had a bad alternator but he planned to take
his mom's minivan. Unfortunately, he never bothered to clear it with Renee.
Just as Ken got out of the shower, he heard the garage door open. The boy ran
downstairs buck naked but he was too late. His wheels had left for the night.

He tried some of his friends but the already gone out. By nine o'clock he gave
up and turned on the TV. At midnight boredom won out and he went to bed still
madder than mad about the car. Ken decided to put the upstart female in her
place and this was the perfect weekend to do it. He didn't plan on smacking
her around or hurting her. He just wanted to bend her to his will and would
use a little physical force if need be.

The angry boy woke up as she noisily entered her room next to his. This was as
good a time as any, so stormed over to her bedroom and opened the door without
knocking. Renee looked up at him in surprise as she removed her jewelry.

"My brother, what is wrong, what are you doing?" the girl asked her intruder.

"You took my car." He spat out as he looked up at her. The two were normally
about the same height but she currently wore small heels, which made her look
a couple inches taller. He promised himself no backing down.

"It is not your car. It is your mother's. And I asked her before she left."

"From now on, you ask me, got it." He blustered.

She turned form her dresser and took a step threateningly towards him. Ken
didn't expect this type of direct confrontation from his manipulative
housemate. For the first time since the original Sunday brunch months ago, he
felt under dressed wearing just his briefs. And of course the boy had a raging
erection. He always got aroused in her presence but it suddenly seemed
different.

"My brother, are we having our first fight?" Renee asked innocently.

"You bet. And you are going to start doing things my way for a change." Ken
said with as much courage as he could find. He knew somehow that their whole
relationship hinged on the outcome of this confrontation. To reinforce his
threat, the boy pointed his finger threateningly at her face.

"Oh, and what happens if I do not start doing things your way for a change."
She scoffed. A steely determination flashed in her pretty blue eyes.

"Don't push me." He shot back and poked her in the shoulder with his finger.

"I will do this then." The girl said as she grabbed his outstretched wrist.
The panicked boy reflexively tried to pull his hand back but it refused. Her
grip felt like steel shackles. Milliseconds later the girl's other hand closed
around his pointer finger and began to bend it back at an obtuse angle.

Ken reacted quickly to her lightening attack. He grabbed her wrist with his
free hand and tried to pry himself free. But it was too little, too late. She
had his finger bent way back and crippling pain shot up his arm.

"You're hurting me." He whimpered. His aggressive posture collapsed as he sank
to his knees.

"I am sorry but you forced me to do this. You must learn to respect me. Now, I
will let you go if you promise to be a good boy." Renee said looking down at
the defeated male.

"OK, I'll be good." Ken squealed in submission. His feminine rival had bested
him again.

Renee released the teary eyed boy, confident that she had crushed his pathetic
resistance. Now it was time to pile it on. The tall girl placed her foot on
his naked shoulder. With her leg up in the air, Ken had a clear line of sight
under her dress. She wanted to reinforce the sexual nature of her control.

"From now on you do what I say. Do you understand, my brother? And no more
disrespect. Next you threaten me I might not be so nice. How would you like to
be over my knee getting a spanking like a little boy?" she lectured.

For a brief second he considered rising up and beating this female nazi with
his fists. But he just could not bring himself to do it. Partly because he
just could not hit a girl. But the other part was just plain fear. She had
bested him at every turn. Would fist fighting be any different?

"I'm sorry. I'll do what you say from now on. Can I go?" Ken said while
staring at her beautiful white panties and imagining the treasures underneath.

"Yes, go to bed. A nice breakfast in the morning would go a long way to mend
the fence with us." Renee said with the sweet smile of triumph. She helped him
to his feet and the back of her hand brushed casually against his rigid
manhood. Then the girl leaned over and hugged him. He trembled with fear and
excitement in her embrace.

"Goodnight, my brother. Sweet dreams." The vixen whispered in his ear.

Ken left her room shaking with fury and shame. His challenge to her control
had totally backfired. She forced him further down the road to complete
domination. He got into bed but could not sleep. His mind turned over the
night's events looking for a glimmer of hope. But his body could not forget
her golden touch. When Renee embraced him, she left her delicate imprint on
his naked flesh and he could still feel her pulsating warmth. His arousal
refused to subside and ached for release. After an hour of tossing and turning
he finally gave into base instincts and relieved that awful pressure.

Only then did he slide into a restless slumber. Even in his dreams he could
not escape her presence. She appeared out of nowhere and forced herself onto
him. He resisted but could do little against her super strength. The ethereal
Renee laughed at him and forced him to submit to her sexually. Luckily, it was
only a dream.