Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2018 16:46:12 +0000 (UTC) From: Las Vegas Subject: Conditioned to Fuck Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 1 Bisexual Incest Nifty/Prolific Author/Las Vegas If you enjoy these stories, please contribute to Nifty The first part in which my step-dad and his sons look: This is not some fantasy, where we lived way out in the woods with no one around for miles, where the mother has died, and the family is isolated. This was reality; we lived in the upscale suburbs of a major city, and our lives were as normal as anyone's else's. My mom, step-dad, his two sons, and me. My mom married my step when I was nine. And, although life changed because I now had other kids in the house, there was a big age difference between Mark and Andy, my step-brothers, and me. Mark was 16 and Andy 15. The boys were into learning to drive, dating, and losing their virginity. Me, I was starting to notice boys and being conscious of my body. The boys treated me like a baby sister, and as the baby of the family and the only girl I was thought too young to understand certain things, but I understood a lot more than anyone thought. I understood for example that the boys sending a lot of time in the bathroom (before we moved to a larger house) meant masturbation. It was something the kids at school talked about, calling it playing with yourself. Mark and Andy seemed to live in that bathroom. Within the year we moved into a larger house, and that meant instead of spending a lot of time in the bathroom, Mark and Andy now spent a lot of time in their rooms with the door closed. With the passing of time we began to form as a family and that meant being more relaxed around each other. Please don't picture anyone walking around nude, but sometimes someone walking by and catching a glance of me partial nude or my overhearing a comment about something to do with sex, well it happened. For me, things started to change in how I was treated after I started to develop physically. I was around 11 when the bumps on my chest became very noticeable and my ass started to form. I started wearing a training bra, and I was constantly looking at myself in the mirror. By 12 I had tits and although I begged my mom to let me wear a push-up bra, she refused, by telling me "they", my breasts, would come soon enough. Still, I got a tip at school that a little Kleenex under the boob inside your bra made your tits looked bigger and rounded. I tried it and when I was wearing a top that was either low cut or tight I showed nice tits. It was especially obvious when I wore a tee that was a way too small for me, and I would stand with my shoulders thrown back. Someone told me that the boys called me Nancy Knockers and I secretly loved that nick-name although I pretend to be embarrassed. It was at school that the grownup men started to notice me first. My teacher would walk by my desk and look down my top, and he only did it once or twice before I took to unbuttoning my blouse. I would practice in my bedroom sitting down, leaning forward with my shoulders back so that a lot of my tits showed. I would have my friend stand next to me and tell when my tits were on display, and then I would unbutton my top button of my blouse (I wore school uniforms so that meant white collard blouses) as soon as I got to school and wait for my teacher to come by my desk. He would walk back and forth looking down my blouse. I think he and my principal used code to talk about me, because he would call the office to say "show", that one word, and I knew sooner or later that morning the principal would come in. The principal would lean over me and tell me how my teacher would say to him how well I was doing in school. The entire time I could feel his eyes on my tits. Most students when sitting and someone came to talk quietly to them would turn their heads to put their out to listen better. I'd sit up straight, and throw my shoulders forward knowing my tits were completely on display. The same think with the bus driver. The first time I saw him looking up my skirt it was scary. Not because I was afraid of him seeing my panties, but because he almost got us in a wreck. After that I would sit up front, and always spread my legs once for him when I get got on, and then once again when I got off. I pretended to put my book back down and I'd give him his panty shot and hold it for just a second, I did this every time I got on and off the bus. He was so friendly to me and always happy to see me. On weekends the mall was my favorite place to go. I did not have to wear a school uniform and I'd put on tight tees and stretching pants or shorts. After I left the house I would always pull my pants or shorts way up so that they would be tight over my ass and walk around with my shoulders thrown back. The boys, older guys and even men, like the security guy, would look at me and smile. One guy who delivered boxes and package to the stores would smile at me and wink. He was about 40 and big. Sometimes when no one was looking he'd lick his lips or show me the tip of his tongue and wiggle it. I could not help to keep from smiling, and he knew I loved him doing it. That summer was around the time my step-dad and brother started to notice me. I would walk around the house during the day in tee and shorts, swimsuits. At nights before bed and in the morning for breakfast in pajama tops down to my thighs with a button or two unbuttoned, and without the pants, or with a tee and Sophie shorts. Never bras. I knew my tits were on full display, but I pretended like I was just a kid and it did not matter. I'd pull my panties up tight like I did my pants and shorts, because I knew my ass was pushed up and my ass cheeks looked bigger that way. I also sat and ate cereal with my legs crossed so that my panties showed. I'd make sure beforehand that the material of the panties was pushed into my pussy so that the slit was seeable right in the middle of my panties. When I knew for sure my step and the boys were looking, I began to show them things to look at. I would sometime forget to close the door to my bathroom or let them see me in a wet tee without a bra. Poor Mark and Andy, I think they walked around with constant hard-ons. And my step; he could hardly look at me without going hard. Once I laid on the couch next to where he was sitting and put my feet on the couch right next to him and although my knees were together, I knew my panties could be seen from underneath. My step spent most of his time with his head turned towards me, and I was sure he would get a crick in his neck. I knew all he had to do was lean over and his face would be between my legs; and he knew it too. Another time I was drying off after taking a shower, I was completely nude, and the door to the bathroom had been "accidentally" left a little open. The hall was dark, but I could sense my step standing there. We were home alone, and I took my time drying off until I heard him breathing hard and knew he had climaxed. I think dropping the towel, spreading my legs and bending all the way over put my step over the top. In fact, I am almost sure of it. This is going to sound like I was a total tease, well I was. I would hug my step and I would hold the hug... when no one was around. He quickly learned to say goodnight to me when we were alone. He would tell me what a big girl I was getting to be, talking to me like I was six instead of 13. I never knew a 6-year old to have the tits and ass I had. I could feel his hard-on pressed against my stomach, and I would move slightly to rub my braless breasts back and forth against his chest. Sometimes he would have me stand sideways between his legs and squeeze his legs so that I could feel his hard cock against my thigh. At times he could come to my room to say goodnight and sit on my bed and pull me to him and while speaking into my neck he would rub my back lower and lower until one night he rubbed my ass. And then from there he started playing with my ass while he "talked" to me, always into my neck, and he'd plant these little kisses on my neck while saying goodnight, as if he had to say goodnight a dozen times. I pretended not to know that significance of this nor of when he put his hands in my hip and pumped his cock into my belly button. I would put both my hands around his neck and we would talking so close to each other's faces that our mouths were practically touching. For sure we could feel each other's breaths. Perhaps I should have titled this chapter the part in which my step-dad and his sons look... and my step touches? Coming up: Conditioned to Fuck, Chapter 2 The part where I visit my uncle and he introduces me to my new BFF; his tongue.