PLAYING WITH THE BOYS

Chapter 1 - Poor Forsaken Girl

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My mama was a whore and my daddy wasn't my father.� You see, Daddy wanted to make things better for his family and went to work in Alaska for a year and a half.� At that time, the family consisted of Mama, Daddy and my two brothers, Bobby and Kenny.� I wasn't born or even conceived when Daddy left for Alaska.� Me, I came along about a year later, fathered by who knows who.�

Needless to say, when Daddy got back and discovered that he had an� immaculately conceived four month old baby daughter, he didn't buy it.� His name was on my birth certificate, but he had nothing to do with conceiving me.� He tried to be forgiving, but Mama was just having so much fun turning tricks at the Interstate Truck Stop, that she couldn't help but continue.� Daddy wasn't so forgiving about that.

Daddy divorced her and took his two legitimate sons with him, leaving me with Mama.� The court had no problem in finding Mama to be an unfit mother, so his gaining custody of Bobby and Kenny wasn't a problem.� The problem came when that same court ordered him to pay Mama child support for me.� That didn't sit well with Daddy... not at all.

Time passed.� I hardly ever saw my two brothers.� I saw even less of Daddy.� Mom, I didn't see much of her either; she was always down at the truck stop fucking any passing trucker who had the money.� Oh, I'd see her during the day, but come nightfall, she put me to bed and then took the short cut through the woods to the truck stop where she did her thing.� When I got a little older, she would sometimes be gone for a day, leaving me to fend for myself, even though I was only a little kid and not in school yet. I suppose she loved me, but she was negligent.

Then one day, I came home from school with the best report card ever.� I was in fifth grade then, just barely 10 years old or so. I wanted to show Mama and make her proud of me, but she wasn't home.� She didn't come home that night either.� I was disappointed, but I was sort of used to that and wasn't too alarmed.� I was used to taking care of myself.� I fed myself, bathed, dressed and caught the school bus on time the next morning.� When I got home, still no Mama.� I was home by myself for about four days before a nice lady from the county showed up and took me home with her.

Two days later, Daddy showed up and took me home with him.� It was only then that I discovered that Mama had totally abandoned me.� Daddy told me he had gotten a phone call and a post card from her, telling him that she wanted a new life and so she went to California.� She also told him that from now on, he'd have to take care of me.

The phone call he dismissed as bullshit, but the postcard postmarked from a another state got him worried.� So, he called the county to check up on me.� Good thing too, as I had eaten my last can of ABC soup and the last of my bag of imitation Fruit Loops.� There was nothing left for me to eat; no milk, no cheese, no crackers, no peanut butter, no nothing!

It was kind of weird going home with Daddy, as I hardly knew him.� At that time I didn't know that Daddy wasn't really my dad.� Such knowledge would come much later in my life, but that single fact explained a lot.

As for my two brothers, after a few days, I wasn't all that keen on being around them too much.� Bobby was five years older than me and Kenny was four.� There's not much in common between ten year old girls and fifteen/fourteen year old boys.� But, that wasn't the biggest problem.� They picked on me constantly.� I'd get upset, cry and run to Daddy for protection.

Did he tell the boys to stop?� No, he told me to stop crying or he'd give me something to really cry about!� One of his favorite lines was, "Did they hurt you?� If not, then beat it."� The favoritism was as obvious to Bobby and Kenny, as it was to me.� They had nothing to fear from picking on me, so the harassment at the hands of my two half brothers escalated.�

Daddy owned a piece of property out in the country. The house itself was rather small and very modest with a single bathroom.� There weren't that many neighbors, the closest being the Banner boys, who lived down the dirt road from us. As for girls my age or any age, there were none.� I had my brothers and the Banner boys, Jake and Ted, to play with and that was it.�

Unchecked by Daddy, Bobby and Kenny did worse and worse things to me.� I'd complain to Daddy, but all he'd ask was, "Did they hurt you?"

I didn't have bruises or broken bones to prove it, at least not yet, so... "Just beat it, JoAnne, and don't bother me."

Now the locks on the doors were something of a mystery to me.� I knew how to lock the door from the inside, but didn't have clue as to how to unlock the door from the outside, a skill my brothers certainly possessed.

One the boys' favorite things to do was to pick the lock on the bathroom door and come in while I was taking a bath.� It was bad enough that Bobby and Kenny were gawking at me, but sometimes they brought Jake and Ted in with them. It was so embarassing, but what could I do, but holler and sit there naked and on display.

Sometimes it would be just Bobby or Kenny who barged in on me. They'd open their pants and take a leak right in front of me.� I certainly knew what boys looked like!

But no matter how much I hollered and screamed, Daddy never came to check up on me.� At best he'd yell, "Shut up, JoAnne!� I'm trying to watch the game."� What choice did I have, but to take it?

Another favorite game of theirs would be after supper. Daddy would be swilling beer and watching his game on TV (he was always watching some game or the other); I'd be taking my bath with the door locked when suddenly my brothers were in the bathroom with me.

"Get out!� Get out!" I'd tell them.

"We're going, JoAnne, we're going," one of them would reply.� They'd leave, but they also take my clothes and all the towels with them.

When I called out to Daddy to come and help me, he'd just shout back, "I'm busy, JoAnne! Get Bobby to help you."

So, I'd have to try and make a run for my bedroom, wet and in the buff with my brothers popping me on my bare ass with the towels they stole and laughing their asses off. One evening I made the dash only to discover that my bedroom door was locked!� Meanwhile, Bobby and Kenny were standing in the doorway of their bedroom laughing and threatening me with the towels.� They weren't going to help me, so my only choice was to seek protection, or at least a towel, from Daddy.�

"You're naked!" my surprised daddy would say.� "Where are your clothes?"

"Bobby and Kenny..."

"Bobby!� Bring your sister a towel, will ya?"� While Bobby took his time bringing me a towel, Daddy ogled me.� For once he saw something more interesting than his stupid game on TV.

Once Bobby brought Daddy a towel, he dried me off and then told me to come sit with him so the boys would leave me alone.� I had wrapped the towel around me and was about to climb up in his lap when told me, "Be a good girl and get me a beer from the fridge."

I knew this was not a request or some sort of option, so I turned to go.� The towel somehow got caught on his finger and off it came.� I stopped to pick it up, but he said in gruff manner, "Leave it.� Get me my beer, girl!"� Naked I scurried off to the kitchen to fetch him a beer and then scurried back.�

Handing Daddy his beer, I stooped, picked up the towel and wrapped it around me.� I started to go, but Daddy said, "Where are you going?� Come sit with me and the boys won't tease you."

"They locked my bedroom door," I said as I climbed up into his lap.

"I'll unlock it for you later," he said.� "Now hush up.� I'm missing the game."

So, I sat.� For the moment it was nice sitting with him, as I felt protected. I snuggled in to him, starved for affection.� He hugged me to him and I was the happiest I'd been in a long, long time.�

Something happened during the game and Daddy let out a whoop and jumped in his easy chair, nearly throwing me off and onto the floor.� Needless to say my towel came open and when I started to make it right, he stopped me.

"Just leave it, JoAnne," he said. So, I left it partially open and snuggled back into him.

Unless it was really cold, he usually didn't wear a shirt around the house, something my brothers imitated.� I snuggled into his bare muscular chest.� His hand had been gently stroking me while he watched the game and now his hand returned.� Soon he had the towel pushed back and his hand was on my bare skin stroking my bare tummy and chest.� It felt really good to me and I wasn't about to tell him to stop whatever he wanted to do.� He could have molested me at will that night, but he didn't, he just lovingly stroked my bare skin and didn't wander off into forbidden territory. It was the nicest time I'd had since I moved in with him and my brothers.

The game wasn't over, but there was a commercial break.� He closed my towel and told me, "It's getting late, girl.� You have to go to school tomorrow, so off to bed."

"But, they locked my bedroom door.� I can't get in."

"Okay, I'll open it for you."�

Of course my bedroom door was unlocked by then.� "It's unlocked, JoAnne," Daddy said in a peevish tone.

"It wasn't before," I explained.� He shook his head and rolled his eyes.� He didn't believe me!

The game, steal-her-clothes-and-lock-her-door was played several times and always with the same results with me running to Daddy naked, one of the boys bringing me a towel and then snuggling with Daddy with the towel half open.�

The bathroom wasn't the only place my mean brothers pulled tricks on me.� After school one day they lured me into the barn with a, "Come see, JoAnne," come-on.� That was a mistake.� Thinking that I was going to see new born kittens, I followed them into the barn.

As soon as I entered, everything went black, as someone had put a cloth sack over my head.� Simultaneously my arms were grabbed and held behind my back while someone yanked down my shorts and panties to my ankles.� Knowing that my brothers were ahead of me when I entered the barn, it wasn't hard to figure out who my other attackers were, the Banner boys!� I was forced to walk further into the barn, but with my clothes around my ankles, it was difficult at best until my ankles were freed.� Someone tied my hands behind my back and once that was accomplished, hands were all over my bare butt and between my legs.�

I tried my best to maintain my modesty.� "Open your legs, Sissy," someone said.� All four boys called me Sissy, so that wasn't a clue as to who was doing what.

I was swatted again, this time harder.� "Open your legs," another voice said.� My butt was now really burning and I didn't want to be hit again, so I spread my legs apart.� Immediately a hand was between my legs, touching me where no one had ever touched me before, the fingers probing into my slit.

"Let me feel," someone impatiently whispered.�� The hand molesting me left and replaced with another.

"It's all slippery, just like Daddy said it would be."� I recognized that voice.� It was Jake Banner.� His fingers slid around my slit and into my vagina.� There was a sharp pain and I yelped.

"Shit!� She's bleeding!"� That was Bobby's voice.� Hearing that, I went into panic mode, feeling the blood trickle down my thigh didn't help.

"It's just her cherry," Jake explained.� "That's no big deal."

"Give me something to clean her up," my dear older brother said.�

"Here, use this," someone said just before I felt the rather coarse material wipe between my legs.�

"See, she's not bleeding anymore," Jake said.

Finding my voice I demanded, "Let me go.� Let me go or I'll tell Daddy!"

"I'll just tell him you're lying and trying to get me and Kenny in trouble," Bobby said in a sneering voice.� "Who do you think he'll believe?� Me and Kenny... or you?"� He had a point.

"Now, it's my turn."� A hand, Bobby's I presume, slid over and cupped my pussy.� He stroked it a few times and then penetrated my folds.� All four boys finger-fucked me in the barn that afternoon and by the time it was over I was rather sore down there.

When at long last they had untied my hands and pulled the sack from over my head, the Banner boys had vamoosed.� Bobby and Kenny left too, casually strolling from the barn and leaving me to put myself back together.� I found my shorts bloodied from where they had used them to clean me up.� They and my panties had also been ground into the dirt floor early on.� No way was I putting those filthy garment back on, so I looked about outside and seeing no one, made a dash for the backdoor.� It was locked!� Through the window my two mean brothers were grinning at me.� I ran to the front door, but it was locked too.� I ran back to the barn and cried.� Not for being molested, even though that was bad enough, but for being so humiliated.

Regaining my composure, I tried the backdoor again.� "Let me in!" I hollered as I pound my fist on the door. "Let me in!"

"For god's sake, JoAnne," Bobby said through the door, "put some clothes on before somebody sees you!"

"Let me in!"

"No nekked girls allowed inside," he laughed.

Having no choice, I slipped my panties on.� "Now let me in!"

I heard the door bolt turn and the door opened.� With my dirty bloody shorts in my hand, I stepped inside.� Bobby and Kenny grabbed me.� I screamed, but they were too strong for me.� Off went my panties again and my Hello-Kitty T-shirt was yanked over my head leaving me totally naked.�

Expecting the worse, I fought like a wildcat and got away, running naked through the house screaming to the amusement my brothers. Having escaped, I made a beeline to the bathroom for shelter and to take a bath.� Not surprisingly, Bobby walked in.

"Leave me alone!" I shrieked.

"Chill, little sister.� We were only playing.� Besides I gotta take a leak."� With that he dropped his shorts to the floor (it was late May and very warm, so as usual he wasn't wearing a shirt), then standing totally naked beside me, he relieved himself in the toilet.

"Like what you see, Sissy?" he asked as he pissed.�

"Get out, Bobby, and leave me alone," I pleaded.

"I like you naked.� Kenny likes you naked.� Jake and Ted like you naked.� Daddy likes you naked too.� You know, ya oughta just stay naked.� I bet Jake's dad would like you naked too."

"Please, Bobby.� Leave me alone."

"But, I like you," he said somewhat disingenuously.�

"No, you don't!� You hate me and I hate you!" I spat.

"Now that's no way to be, Sissy.� I'm your brother." Then he did something totally unexpected.� He stepped into the bath water with me.

"What are you doing, Bobby?� Get out!"

"I need to take a bath too and you're hogging the bathroom," he said as he sat down in the water facing me with his legs straddling me.

There wasn't much room and Bobby had to bend his knees to fit , slouching down in the bath until my toes touched his thing.� I don�t know why I did it, but my toes moved and rubbed against it.�

�Do that again,� he said with a grin. I did and to my surprise it seemed to rise out of the water.� I tickled it with my toes again. It was rising out of the water and as it rose, the head began to appear from the funny flap of skin covering it, a fact that I thought was rather funny.

�You like that, Sissy?� he asked with an amused grin.�

Now I�d seen boners on my brothers before and had seen them droopy too. What I hadn�t seen is the transition from soft and floppy to hard and stiff.� I was always curious why their dicks looked so different when hard verses soft and not just because it was hard or soft, but because the head was hidden whenever it was soft and only appeared when it was hard. I used my toes to check it out and marveled at the difference from just moments before.� It was a revelation.� So too was the fact that Bobby seemed to like it.�

�Hey, Bobby, whacha doin�?� my other brother asked upon walking into the bathroom.�

�You gotta try this out, Kenny,� Bobby said.

�What?� Taking a bath with JoAnne?�

�That and what she does with her toes.�

�Her toes?�

�Yeah,� Bobby said as he rose up from the bath, his hard-on sticking straight out from his body.� You�d think Kenny would make some comment about that, but Kenny didn�t seem to notice.� �Hop in and you�ll see.�

Bobby stepped out of the bath dripping wet and Kenny dropped his shorts and climbed in. �Put your feet to either side of her,� Bobby instructed.

Now Bobby at fifteen was a lot bigger than I was at ten, but even though he was a year younger, Kenny was even bigger than Bobby.� As soon as he sat down, my feet were in his crotch.� I wiggled my toes.

�Do that again,� Kenny said with a grin.� I did, and Kenny�s thing had the same reaction as Bobby�s did.

�Keep doing it, Sis,� he said as his cock began to rise. It got big, really big. Kenny seemed to like me playing footsie with his dick as much as Bobby did.

I was really concentrating on Kenny�s dick and not paying much attention to what Bobby was up to as he stood next to the bathtub.� Then I saw something move and looking up and over, I saw Bobby moving his hand up and down the stiff shaft of his cock. But what really caught my attention was the way his cock head seemed to appear and then disappear into the fold of his foreskin. I was looking right at it when something shot out and landed on my neck and chest.� I looked down to see what it was and something wet splattered on the side of my face.� At the precise wrong moment I looked back up at Bobby and got right in my face.�

�Ewwwwww!� What is that?�

�That�s cum,� Kenny explained.� �Comes from our balls.� You know, Sis, you look pretty cute painted up like that.�

I didn�t know what to think about this strange whitish goo, especially since some of it had landed on my lips.� While I sat immobilized, Kenny stood, but he didn�t get out.� Then I noticed that he was doing what Bobby had been doing.� I started to get up and get away, but Bobby reached down and kept me sitting.� I looked up and saw Kenny�s pee hole yawn open and�

�Ewwwwwww!� I screamed as Kenny splattered my face and hair with his white slimy boy-goo. �Stop!�� I yelled even as the second pulse splattered on me; not that my yelling� did any good.� Little did I know at the time, but Kenny couldn�t have stopped even if he wanted to and he spermed me again.

Flummoxed, I sat there muttering and sputtering not knowing what to do as my two brothers had a good laugh.

�Oooooooo!� I hate you! I hate you both!� I cursed while trying to wash off their goo.�� By that time my bath water had grown cold, but at least I was already in the bath!

The boys were rather quiet at the dinner table that night.� They would each cut a glance at me and then glance at Daddy. I suppose they thought I was going to squeal on them.� And I would have if I thought Daddy would've done anything about it.� It was best, I reasoned, not to make matters any worse with my brothers.

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