My New Life As A Young Slave

My life has changed ever since I was sixteen. I guess that it was mostly because my mother had passed away and in search for a new mother, my father had married some girl who was old enough to be my sister. I was used to being an only child, loving the way i got everything and anything I wanted whenever I wanted. But now… She had a son and a daughter. I was now a sibling by marriage, not by blood, but then again, things usually sucked. Sure, Mary was thin, blond, bit tits, bright blue eyes, but truly… She was only twenty, my dad, well…. He was forty-five. Her son, Bryan, was like an exact replica of her, except with brown hair and green coloured eyes. I guess that’s what his father had, but me.. I didn’t really care.. At the moment.

Bryan was nice and everything, but he was a real self centered fag. He begged his (now our) mom to kick me out of the room i was currently staying in and move me to the basement. Dad had sided with her when i begged and pleaded for him to let me stay.. I hated Bryan as soon as he took away my room. I had enough space in the basement as long as Alice stayed on her side… I just didn’t like him taking my space. Whatever i had, he always wanted that same thing except better. I hated it…

Okay, now I’m going to break in with my thoughts. My name is Maya. I was sixteen and very average. I was five-foot four inches and my breasts were fairly big, being thirty two “c”s. My hair was a light, creamy brown that hung past my shoulders, just beneath my breasts if i pulled my hair into two parts and pulled them to the front of my body. My eyes were blue, just like the ocean on a stormy day, and my skin, no imperfections. I was more pale then anything, but not a freckle, beauty mark, or scar intruded the creamy white of my skin. Most people say I am pretty, but I think of myself as just plain. My waist was only thirty two inches around the waist and i was glad about this. My body was in the shape of an hourglass and I didn’t see how that made me so special. I guess it was because most males were drawn to me. My facial features were simple. My nose turned upward slightly and my lips, oh my lips, were very full and beautiful, most guys tried to kiss me, but i was saving my first kiss for someone special. I didn’t like to rush things.

Alice was another story. Her blond hair fell down to her waist and her eyes were a cloudy blue, more brilliant then mine. I was glad of this because none of them looked like me. Her waist had more boyish curves even though she was just fifteen, and her breasts were smaller mounds. No bigger then a pair of 32 “b”s. A size smaller then mine… I would have to keep careful track of my bras.