BECKY THE SLUT 01: Turning her stepbrother on is so much fun

The house actually looked rather decent; Becky had been bracing herself for something much worse. It boasted a sizeable garden and even a pool, appearing spacious and tidy, especially considering three blokes had been living there until now. It was a beautiful summer Saturday, and Becky could have easily spent the day indulging in far more pleasurable activities than moving house.

In the car, Becky’s mother babbled on incessantly about how wonderful everything would be, insisting that Becky would have the biggest room with her own en-suite bathroom. In between her excited ramblings, she naturally sprinkled in reminders that she hoped Becky would put her best foot forward because they were family now. Becky had taken her mother’s remarriage a week ago in her stride, but now it felt like her life was about to be turned upside down, and she wasn’t so keen on that.

Jeff, her new stepfather, was a decent chap. It was amusing how hard he tried to win her over, eager for her to like him. For a man nearing fifty, he didn’t look too shabby. He’d tackled his receding hairline by shaving his head bald, had brown eyes, and a sturdy, muscular build, albeit with a bit of a paunch—evidence of his fondness for hearty meat and a pint or two.

Now, Jeff was standing in front of the house, welcoming them with open arms, planting a big kiss on Becky’s mum, and giving her a playful slap on the backside when he thought Becky wasn’t watching. She merely rolled her eyes in response.

“Boys, where the hell are you?” he shouted towards the house, irritation creeping into his voice.

Becky was about to meet her two stepbrothers, a prospect she found rather tedious. It quickly became apparent that they weren’t exactly thrilled about the prospect of sharing their home with the two of them. The first to emerge was a young lad who looked slightly older than Becky—turns out he was nineteen, two years her senior.

“This is George,” Jeff announced as the young man shuffled over, eyeing Becky with a scowl. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, he was tanned and muscular, and though he had a handsome face, Becky thought he might be a bit too good-looking for a bloke.

George nodded in her direction but made no effort to extend a hand or offer a greeting, so Becky simply smirked and remained perfectly still. An awkward silence hung between them.

Before long, her second stepbrother made his entrance.

“And here’s the younger one, Luke,” Jeff continued with an enthusiasm that only Becky’s mother seemed to share. “Becky, Luke will be in the same class as you, so don’t worry—he’ll show you the ropes on Monday.”

“Hooray,” Becky muttered, earning a sulky glare from Luke. He already looked annoyed, even though she hadn’t yet had the chance to irritate him. Well, what a warm welcome, she thought. “Luke, why don’t you help Becky with her suitcase and show her to her room?”

“You mean my room,” Luke grumbled.

“We’ve been through this,” Jeff shot back. “Becky’s a young lady, and she needs her own bathroom. Your new room is only slightly smaller. And for heaven’s sake, I’ve had enough of this. Grab that suitcase and get a move on.”

Luke muttered something under his breath, but Becky didn’t catch it. She realised she was meant to follow him, keeping her distance as he led the way, giving her a chance to size him up. He was taller and leaner than George, and while George had eyed her a bit too daringly for a new brother, Luke seemed far more bashful. Becky couldn’t help but grin; she had a penchant for teasing shy boys, especially ones who were already grumpy.

Her room was upstairs, spacious and seemingly furnished just for her. She frowned as she took in her surroundings. What on earth did they think? That she was some little girl who adored pink?

Luke tossed her suitcase behind the door and pointed towards the desk with his chin. “I’ve still got some junk there; you can throw it out,” he grumbled. He had brown eyes like his brother but sported lighter hair and a pair of glasses perched on his nose. “I don’t have anywhere to put it since Dad hasn’t bought me any new furniture yet.”

And with that, he disappeared through the doorway.

Becky had had enough. She stomped downstairs to get a better look at the house. The living room was roomy enough for five practically grown-ups, but the TV was outdated and desperately needed a larger screen. She snorted in disdain. The kitchen and dining room only piqued her interest enough to check for a coffee maker. Fortunately, it was modern, so she set about brewing herself a cappuccino. Cup in hand, she continued her exploration.

Voices wafted in from outside, where her mother and Jeff were mildly scolding the boys, who grumbled about not being movers while they begrudgingly started dragging boxes and suitcases inside.

That was one thing Becky wasn’t going to participate in, even if it involved her belongings.

She stepped into the garden. She had spotted the pool from the street, and as she approached, she noticed the water was relatively clear. It was a shame she couldn’t remember where she’d packed her swimming costume. Glancing around, she saw a path leading from the vegetable patch to the fence, so she decided to investigate. To her surprise, a girl about her age stood there, eyeing her curiously. Then the girl flashed a friendly smile.

“Hey, I’m Becky,” she said, walking closer. “I’ve met eight people today, and you’re the first one to smile. What a relief.”

The girl laughed. She was petite, with troublesome skin, and wore glasses. Blimey, she must be hating puberty, Becky thought. But those clever eyes hinted that she might just be an ally.

“I’m Amy,” the girl replied. “Good luck finding a smile in this house. Those two idiot teenagers only know how to shout and blast their music whenever their dad’s not around. I can see you’re moving in.”

“Yeah, well, there wasn’t exactly a red carpet waiting for me. Those two are already annoyed with me. Just wait until they really get to know me—they’ll hate my guts.”

They both laughed.

“I should probably head back,” Becky said, “or those two little creeps might just steal my knickers.”

In her room, she found Luke, who had just lugged in a large box labelled “Shoes” and unceremoniously tossed it into the farthest corner away from her wardrobe. What a tosser, Becky thought.

“Hey,” Luke grumbled, “Dad said I should help you unpack, but I reckon you’re a big girl and can handle it yourself.” He was already making his way towards the door.

“Actually, I could use a bit of help.”

He paused, his disgusted expression twisting into an even more irritated scowl, and shrugged. He snatched up the smallest box, fished a pocket knife from his back pocket, and started tearing into it. Who even carries a knife around these days? Becky wondered.

She watched her new stepbrother and decided she wouldn’t let him get away with this. If he wanted to make it clear that she wasn’t welcome, then two could play at that game. And she was ready to play hardball.

For a brief moment, she darted into her new bathroom, and when she returned, she was still wearing the same short, blue sheer dress, but this time she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

As Luke stacked the books on the bottom shelf of her small bookcase, she was right next to him, bent over so that when he looked up, he was offered a perfect view of her bare cheeks and softly shaved pussy. She couldn’t see his face because her back, or rather her arse, was facing him, but she could hear his surprised chuckle.

He didn’t say anything, but while he’d been unpacking her things quickly and thrashing with them, his pace had slowed considerably.

As he unpacked her things for school instead, she sat down on the bed and started trying on her shoes. She did her best to keep her legs as far apart as possible, lifting them up, and because she not only enjoyed this provocation but found it also turned her on terribly, he got a glimpse of her moist, tantalizingly stretched hole.

He still hadn’t said anything. He looked startled, his face was red, and his glasses were ridiculously foggy, and every now and then he rubbed them on the edge of his shirt. Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t wearing underwear either, so he was constantly kneeling or sitting down, trying to cover the bulge that had formed in his crotch. He looked cute. And he wasn’t grinning so angrily anymore, she noted wickedly.

She, of course, pretended as if she was completely unaware of how she was exposing herself to him. She knew full well from the guys she’d slept with that she had a very nicely shaped pussy, narrow and nothing flopped down there, all nice and tight.

She found out his room was right next door and intended to continue this torment. She was going to make his life a living hell, she knew full well that guys this age were always horny and with what she was showing him, he sure as hell wouldn’t bat an eyelid at night and would get calluses on his palm. She was going to ensure that.

She was just unpacking her suitcase of underwear. She dumped all the lace lingerie on her bed and slowly, piece by piece, examined it against the light, sorting it by color.

“I had no idea you owned any undies,” he finally spoke up. His voice was irritated and his voice skipped an octave higher. She grinned in amusement.

“Whatever, not much at home,” she snapped back at him.

Then she leaned forward to begin slowly straightening her panties in the bottom drawer of her closet, once again offering him a view of her round arse and spreading pussy. She finally got him, because he stood up, arms crossed in front of him, trying to hide his erection, and headed into her bathroom to wank himself off, quite undoubtedly because he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she accosted him.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” he grunted and kept walking.

“Okay,” Becky uttered, getting an idea. You can help me stack the towels up in the bathroom. I can’t reach up there by myself. And she walked into the bathroom after him.

“What the fuck are you doing?” He growled. “How about a little privacy?”

“Oh, come on,” she shrugged. “We’re practically a family now. I won’t watch, you can piss.

“I have to do number two.”

“In my bathroom? Forget it. Go to the one down the hall.”

Only he couldn’t, they could both hear outside the door that someone was always walking down the hallway and Luke with his erection would be embarrassed in front of his older brother or worse, his father.

“Okay,” Luke said, taking the bundle of towels from her. But with that, he had to take his hands off his crotch and his bulge in his crotch was impossible to miss.

“Wow,” Becky laughed. “Is that what I’m doing to you?”

“Shut up,” he growled at her, throwing the towels on the floor.

“What, what would you like to do to me?” She teased.

“This has nothing to do with you. I just remembered something.”

He headed briskly out of the bathroom, heading for the door out of the room.

“Luke?” She called to him, this time in a different voice. No sign of provocation, she tried to sound sweet.

He turned around.

That was what she’d been waiting for. She had both boobs out, bare, her pale pink nipples stiff.

“What do you think,” she said, while he stared in surprise at her large tits. “Do you think I should wear a cup DD or should I wear an EE?”

“You’re a real bitch,” he snapped at her and walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

She laughed in amusement. She ran a finger over her nipple, feeling herself tense up.

“It’s going to be fun in here after all.”

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