Before I start i must first apologize for any grammatical errors.
As you read in my synopsis, we all have to start somewhere. A bit of a back story then. My dad was never in the picture so my mom got remarried when i was 7. The man she married had a 14 year old son at the time. When i turned 17, mom decided that home life was not for her. She felt like she wasnt able to provide for me so she told my stepdad to keep me and when i turned 18 i could get the fuck out.
Carl (my stepdad) was more than happy to keep me but he told me that i would have to do my share around the house. Cooking and cleaning became the norm. Often when id be on my hands and knees scrubbing hed be sitting down getting a full view. One day he told me, no, he DEMMANDED that i clean with no clothes on. I reluctantly did as i was told. When that wasnt enough, he suggested that as of now, when i got home from school, i was not allowed to have any clothes on.
I remember the first time he came into my room. Being a light sleeper, i felt his presence as soon as he came in. He didnt do much that night. Some light fingering and a bit of touching. I remember staying up all night hoping he would return. He didnt come back until 6 days later. Then it became a daily routine.