I Sissified My Step Bro: Book 2: Prologue

Hey Guys, 

So I got some messages from people looking forward to more of this book. It might not be my highest rated book but I did enjoy making a Sissification book. So I thought I would continue the Series and here is the Prologue. I would love to hear what you think!

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Riley's POV

It was a new morning, and the ceiling of my room looked unfamiliar. My ass hurt a little and was twitching. I could not help but wonder what happened to me for several moments before the memories hit me.

My dad and I moved into his lover's house. Our last place decided to increase the rent to a high level that we could only afford with me getting a job and giving up school. My dad and, I guess, the woman who would be my stepmother had been wanting to move in together because the woman’s daughter and I were supposed to be heading out to live in dorm rooms at the end of the summer.

It seemed fine that I would have to live with a potentially hot girl like my dad told me she was. He talked it up that it was this rocker girl who had a lot of hot female friends that stayed over and would be a young man's dream. I found myself looking forward to meeting her and getting along with her. I enjoyed rock music, and being around a hot woman was something I was not going to object to for no reason.

So, in the weeks leading up, I thought it was weird that I had not gone to meet the people moving in except my dad's girlfriend. She was exceptionally friendly and happy to meet me. She was so nice that I found myself happy and a little jealous of my dad. Still, we had to pack up and be ready to go soon, and time stalled for no one as I packed my things into a storage unit mostly and minimized what I would be bringing to their house. When I finished that up, I found myself really looking forward to meeting my new roommate for the next two months.

After weeks of waiting, we arrived at their door to meet up and see if we could get along with each other for a summer vacation in a basement with a hot step-sister of sorts. I kept quiet as when they answered the door; I saw my dad’s girlfriend with a really hot punk-looking woman with short red hair. Her jeans were ripped, and she looked confused as hell. Then came the news that no one told her that I was supposed to be staying in her room with her for the next eight weeks, and I realized that this might not be as good as it was sold to me as. Then Sarah, I learned was her name, called me a girl, which I hated. I had problems with that for years, no matter how hard I worked on it, and it soured my liking for Sarah.

I glared at my father, and my mother started to convince her, which eventually she did. I could understand her anger since some of those nights when I had met her mother, she had never met my father. I knew she would eventually warm up to him as my dad was a great guy. That being said, I could understand their anger, and a week later, I would be the one to receive that anger when I came in with my things, and Sarah glared at me.

She pointed out the pull-out couch and sent me away even after her mother warned her to be nice. Then she told me about three absurd rules. One, Do not touch her stuff or damage it. Looking around her room, it was not exactly clean, but I could understand it at least. The Second one was that if I broke her rules, I would have to follow a command or be physically punished by her. I protested, but Sarah did not seem to care. The last one threw me for a loop.

I know. I was thinking how awesome it would be to be around hot women a lot because Sarah had friends come over often. But Sarah referred to her friends as Cum Dumps and said I wasn't allowed to be dressed like a man when they were around. I fully denied I would do that.

I was a man, and I would dress like a man!

But then she suddenly texted someone and a minute later left, and that was when everything changed.

I was cleaning up around the bed and ensuring I could set my things in place when I found a pair of pink panties that smelled a little like sex. I couldn't believe that a pair of used panties was in my bed already, and I knew that Sarah didn't even make an effort to clean up after herself too much. I wanted to sigh, and I could tell that Sarah hated me intruding in her area. I was angry at my dad for not getting his girlfriend to talk to her daughter earlier. Although not huge, this basement was large enough for both of us to live in.

Stuck with panties in my hand, I suddenly heard something behind me, and my blood froze as I heard the sound of a phone taking pictures. Multiple times, I turned to see Sarah and her friend taking pictures of me holding pink panties. I turned to look and realized that I was looking into the center of them like I was checking for stains, which I had been.

It was from there, Sarah, I learned was an Intersex Futanari with a large cock. She did not look like it, but at that moment, she made me do things I never thought I would ever do. I was not gay at all, but now, Now. I wasn't so sure.

I lay now on my bed the morning after, and my ass was twitching, and it was like the memory itself was infecting me and filling my asshole. It twitched, my cock was hard, and I didn't know what to do with myself. Sarah was a really hot punk girl, and she wasn't that far away from me. Now, though, I was scared of her, and she seemed to enjoy what she did to me.

She enjoyed the fear I felt.

She enjoyed the Hesitation and dislike I felt from what was happening.

She enjoyed me reluctantly cleaning her off.

She was a sadist, and I didn't know what the next two months would be like.

That scared me.

I shivered as I heard her move in her bed, and she audibly yawned before I heard her put her feet to the floor and I shivered, not knowing what she was going to do.