“Wake up, bitch-boy!” are the first words you hear this Saturday morning. You look to your doorway and see your step-sister, Bridget. She looks extra sexy today, and you take a moment to study what she looks like. You see her long legs go up to her shorts, her tight white top being pulled at by her braless, erect nipples, and finally you get to her lightly freckled face, big, blue eyes, and long, red hair.
“What do you want?” you respond.
“I’m in charge starting now. Shower up, get dressed, and get downstairs. I have plans for your and your nuts.” Ever since your father got re-married, Bridget had been teasing you and occasionally hitting you below the belt. In truth, you never really cared. You just loved having this beautiful woman touch you there, even if it hurts a little bit.
“My name isn’t bitch-boy. Its…” As you tried to say your own name, Bridget seemed to fly across the room with her size E tits bouncing all over, pull your covers away, and punch your naked balls.
“I’ll be downstairs,” she growled. “You have 20 minutes.”
