My Pregnant Stepsister

After talking to us, we prayed and I went back to my room. I remembered what my dad said and started weeping. I wish I never had a stepsister.

After my dad had gone, Quinn left for her friend's house, leaving me with his mom.

A few minutes later, she walked to my room, smiling and clapping her hands.

"You see how your dad was proud of you, praising you, not knowing you have been spoiled, that you are a bad boy. Not just a bad boy, but a fucker," she said, smiling wickedly at me.

"Just imagine if I tell him what happened, with a picture," she said.

I was just sitting there, not knowing what to say. I wondered what she was going to tell me to do this time around.

"So young man, back to business, I hope you are ready for your stepmom. At least 10 rounds will be okay for this morning. Hope you are ready for my pussy. Don't tell me your dick is hurting because I won't even handle it with care," she said.

Not wasting any time, she untied her wrapper and dropped it on the floor, revealing her naked body. I was sitting motionless. Not that I was about to die; I was already dead.

"Maya POV: Looking at the pieces of meat in front of me, I feel happy. I know that what I am doing is bad, but I don't care. He started it. Why would he take my daughter's virginity? My only daughter, for that matter. Who does that and goes free? I will make sure I make his life miserable. It's time to fulfill my nasty desire. I will turn his life upside down so that he will regret ever having an affair with my daughter. I will make him a slave in his father's house.

"Before we proceed. Did you take your bath yesterday? You look dirty," I asked him.

"No. I couldn't take my bath," he replied.

"Come with me, pig. A dirty little boy like you needs to get thoroughly cleaned up to wash that filth off. After that, I'm going to punish you severely for your wickedness," I said.

"Why will you bath me? No need to help me out. I can bathe myself," he said.

"Will you keep quiet before I start the punishment now!" I yelled at him, and he kept quiet. I'm totally in control of him.

I hauled him out of his room and into the bathroom. I picked up a washcloth, held it under the tap, and lathered it up with soap. When it was heavily lathered, I pulled him up to the sink.

"Open your mouth, I'm going to wash it out for you. You dirty brat. Take a brush, no, see how your mouth is smelling."

He was too scared to protest; he reluctantly opened his mouth. I stuck the soapy cloth inside, twisting, rubbing soap all around his mouth.

He choked a bit on the foul taste and made muffled coughing noises. His arms reached up to grab my hand, but I grabbed one wrist and twisted it behind his back.

"Don't you dare touch me! Just stand there and take it, you dirty boy." I glared at him. I'm really enjoying the punishment. That's what he deserved. Foolish boy.

I continued soaping his mouth for another minute, then tugged the cloth out, as he started sputtering and coughing, and I gave him a few moments to compose himself so I could continue from where I stopped.

I then filled the sink with warm water and swirled the soap around in it until the water was murky with lather. I went to the cupboard and took out a large syringe. His eyes it nervously as I moved back to the sink.

"This is an enema syringe. I filled it with water.

"You bend over the sink and stick your ass up. Then I can 'really' clean you out," I said. I know he will cooperate. He doesn't have an option but to obey every one of my commands.

Trembling, he bent over the sink. I placed the nozzle between his ass cheeks and pushed it in, none too gently, into his asshole. He grunted with the intrusion, then began to moan as I pushed hard on the plunger, forcing the water into his bowels.

Once the syringe was empty, I held the position, watching him wiggle about as he felt his insides swell and cramp.

"Now when I take the syringe out, you may sit on the toilet and release the water. Don't you dare let any leak out anywhere." I said.

I withdrew the syringe and he hurried to the toilet, sitting down heavily and letting the water rush out of him. When he recovered, I grabbed his arm and shoved him into the shower, turned the water on, and proceeded to wash him with a large scrubbing brush.

I rubbed vigorously until his skin was red all over.

He moaned slightly as I lathered and washed his little cock and balls.

The little shit got a hard-on as a result. I ignored it. I turned him around, bent him over slightly, and rubbed and soaped his asshole.

When I was done, I got him out of the shower and threw a towel at him.

I enjoy the pains he's receiving from me.

"Come on, dry yourself off, and be damn quick about it," I said.

He hurriedly obeyed. When finished, I reached out and grabbed his big dick and balls.

"Right! Let's go to my room."