All These Roadworks introduction: The following text is Chapters 1 and 2 of Zoe’s New Stepbrother (link) by Pixie Isobella. This is a tale of incestuous domination featuring non-consent, breeding and bimbofication!
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Chapter One
I hated my new stepbrother at first sight — or rather, since Zane is an arsehole, ever since first grope.
I met him at the wedding where my mom was marrying his dad. Zane and I were both grown up adults, of course. I was twenty-eight and I guessed he was in his late thirties or early forties. We were both in the bridal party and — because the wedding was a rather Big Deal — I was on my very best behaviour.
Zane’s dad was wealthy — like wealthy with a capital W — and it was a bit of a catch for my loving, pretty, absent-minded mother to be marrying him. My new stepdad seemed nice enough, I guessed. He doted on my mother and genuinely seemed to be making her happy, which was frankly enough for me.
I adore my mom and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. I knew she wanted us to be one big happy family — just like she thought she had before everything went wrong with my dad. She was pretty excited about me having a new brother as well. I wasn’t so sure, but, honestly, I also just wanted her to be happy.
I met Zane — the arrogant, groping arsehole — properly for the first time when the bridal party came together for photographs after the vows. We lined up and smiled again and again as the photographer called out orders, and I wanted nothing except for the ordeal to be over.
I had no idea that the handsome, athletic man who only vaguely resembled my new stepdad would become my new tormentor in chief.
Zane winked at me when I found myself standing next to him during the photos. I think it was the first time we had really made eye contact or exchanged words.
‘You’re really buying this happily-ever-after nonsense, aren’t you?’ he sneered at me under his breath. ‘Sweet little mom’s girl, huh?’
I flushed with sudden anger — I wasn’t but I was also happy my mom had found someone new. Zane, it seemed, was far less interested in his parent’s happiness.
‘I’m happy for them,’ I whispered, blushing hotter at his sceptical look.
We were going to be a family, spending Christmases and other celebrations together. I was determined to get along with him, even if he did seem a bit brusque. Even if he was sneering at me.
‘I’m only here because I don’t want to get cut out of the old bastard’s will,’ Zane said, his crudeness shocking me.
He winked at me again and then his eyes dropped lower. I realised, with more shock, that he was checking out my breasts. Suddenly, I felt as though far too much of my skin was on display in the bridesmaid’s dress that my mum and I had chosen together.
‘A cute little stepsister is a nice surprise though,’ Zane leered, his eyes fixed on my breasts. ‘You’ve got good tits, girl. I like that.’
I glared at him, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. I didn’t know what to say. We were family. He shouldn’t be looking at me like that or saying things like that.
‘Get over here,’ he said suddenly, shocking me as he pulled me towards him with an arm around my waist.
I gasped in shock, only to convert my expression to smiles — the photographer was nodding approval at the ‘cosy’ pose and clicking madly away. It was a big group photo and our faces were on view but we were standing behind other people so very little of the rest of us could be seen.
‘You’re a nice handful,’ Zane sneered under his breath as he held me tightly against him. ‘Give me a feel.’
Then, without any warning, the palm of his hand landed fully on my breast, squeezing eagerly.
I felt my smile freeze in shock. I couldn’t push him away without making a scene, and as he continued to hold me tightly, groping my breast, it seemed he wasn’t going to stop of his own accord.
‘I guess you’re my compensation for having to turn up to this shitshow,’ he grunted in my ear, himself still smiling for the camera as if he wasn’t assaulting me.
‘Let go of me,’ I whispered fiercely, blushing hotter when I saw the photographer glaring at me.
‘Smile, darling little Z,’ Zane whispered. ‘You don’t want to give the game away,’ he chuckled, still hungrily fondling my breast.
I forced myself to relax and smile. I didn’t want to make a scene, even if he was groping me.
Zane continued to grope me during the photoshoot whenever he got a chance, only finally letting me go — with a squeeze and another wink — as the photography session came to an end. I was flushing, furious at him, but my first instinct to complain bitterly to my mom died in my throat as I saw her face filled with a mix of hectic happiness and deeply genuine joy.
‘Oh Zoe!’ she smiled at me. ‘You looked so sweet with Zane,’ she murmured, pressing my hand as she moved to stand with her new husband. ‘I’m glad you’re already getting on so well.’
I knew my mom felt guilty that I had been an only child and she was excited that I could finally have a brother. So I murmured something non-committal, my face burning red hot. She turned away, her body brimming with happiness as she looked up at my new stepfather with delight.
‘You can have a short break, Zoe,’ she said to me over her shoulder. ‘We’re doing the couple photos now. We just need you back for the grand entry in forty minutes. Go have a rest, darling.’
I nodded reassuringly. This wedding was huge and thankfully stage-managed by an outrageously competent wedding planner. We had had two rehearsals — that Zane hadn’t turned up for, of course — and I knew I would be in the right place at the right time.
Ten minutes later, I was drifting along the corridor behind the reception venue. I could hear the hundreds of guests outside talking over their champagne and hors d’oeuvres. My stomach grumbled. I wasn’t allowed to eat until we had made our ‘grand entry’ in front of the happy couple.
‘Fancy finding you here.’
I jumped, looking over my shoulder to see Zane standing close to me.
‘Get away from me,’ I snapped, glaring at him. ‘How dare you touch me like that earlier?’ I seethed.
‘Little termagant, aren’t you?’ he chuckled, stepping closer, backing me towards a closet filled with spare table linen and fake flowers that I guessed the venue rolled out for cheaper weddings.
He really was attractive, in a harsh kind of way — tall with broad shoulders and a physique that spoke of much time working out.
I swallowed, wondering if I dared to push him away from me. I did not want to spoil my mother’s big day. I didn’t want a scene and in the ridiculous high heels I was wearing, I might even fall over.
Hesitating was my big mistake.
‘Get in there,’ Zane grunted. He stepped closer to me again and then I couldn’t believe it when he physically shoved me in front of him into the closet. ‘That’s it, darling,’ he said as he pulled the curtain closed behind him.
I was glaring up at him in shock, unable to believe what was happening. I hadn’t really had a chance yet to process him groping me earlier, but I had pushed it out of my head, to think about later when there was less risk of upsetting my mother.
Stupidly, I hadn’t even thought of him repeating the behaviour.
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Chapter Two
Stupidly, I hadn’t even thought of Zane repeating his behaviour from earlier.
‘You’re a cute little thing,’ Zane sneered down at me from his superior height. ‘Where did my father find a wife with such a fuckable little daughter anyway?’
‘What… You…’ I seethed, debating the merits of shrieking or simply trying to push past him. ‘Let me out,’ I snapped, lifting my hands to push physically at his chest.
It was a mistake — with his superior height and strength, Zane caught my wrists easily, grabbing them and pushing me hard back against the wall of the closet. He wrenched my hands above my head, smiling broadly as I struggled to free myself. His hands felt like a vice on my wrists and I thought he was probably bruising me.
‘You won’t get away,’ he chuckled, leaning his whole body offensively against mine. ‘I’m an expert at restraining unwilling women.’
I gasped in shock at the sudden intimate feeling of his hard, warm body against mine. This was so much more than the groping he had done outside. Horribly, it even felt good. He was oddly attractive — despite clearly being a terrible person — and I have always been turned on by a man taking charge.
Zane snickered under his breath.
‘I checked out this room earlier for just this purpose. You’re a sweet little armful, Zoe, I could tell that the moment I saw you. I’m going to make you my property.’
‘I’ll scream,’ I warned, even as I could feel my arousal growing at his domination of me. ‘Stop that!’
Zane ignored me. I felt my face blanching as he easily wrapped some kind of wide strap around first one of my wrists and then the other, pulling it cruelly tight.
‘You’re not going to scream, little Z,’ he informed me arrogantly, holding me firmly with his heavy body against the wall. ‘Sluts like you never do. You don’t want to make a fuss, do you? Ruin your mother’s big day?’ he sneered, and I blushed at the cruelly dismissive tone in his voice.
‘Let me go!’ I whispered fiercely. It was true that I had decided that I wasn’t going to scream no matter what happened. I couldn’t do that to my mom — it was her big day.
But what was he going to do to me? How could he be treating me like this?
Zane ignored me. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled my bound wrists higher, forcing me right up onto my tip-toes, before hooking the strap on my wrists over an old metal hook fitted firmly into the brick wall above my head. I hissed at him under my breath, glaring at him furiously, as I struggled to unhook them.
How dare he tie my hands and hook me up like this — like some kind of trussed-up piece of meat for the evening’s feast? And why was there even a hook there anyway?
‘Such a fierce little cat,’ Zane murmured, pressing his body hard against me, pushing my back against the wall. ‘You’re going to be fun to tame, aren’t you?’ he snickered softly, running casual fingers down the side of my face. ‘I want to kiss you but that would ruin your make-up. Give the game away.’
‘You are not kissing me!’ I snapped under my breath. ‘Let me go, you arsehole!’
‘I just said I wasn’t going to kiss you,’ Zane chuckled patronisingly. ‘Weren’t you listening, sweetheart?’ he sneered. ‘But I am going to look at your glorious tits.’
I gasped in shock as he ran the palm of his hand across the tops of both of my breasts, before sliding his hand right inside the dress, cupping one of my boobs in his hand. I yelped at the feeling of him touching me so intimately, before pulling the sound hurriedly back inside me.
‘Such big tits,’ Zane murmured into my ear, his breath hot against my skin. ‘I like that.’
He squeezed the sensitive globe and I moaned, frightened, still struggling to unhook my hands.
‘Stop that,’ Zane warned me, squeezing my breast harder, painfully now. ‘You’ll never unhook them, little girl,’ he said with satisfaction. ‘You might as well stop embarrassing yourself by trying. I’ve only got you for half an hour before this stupid grand entry our parents dreamed up, but I’m going to make the most of it.’
I cried out with shock as he deftly pulled my strapless dress down, brutally manhandling first one breast and then the other into the air, grunting with satisfaction as he groped both my breasts again. My strapless bra was useless as protection and soon my breasts were in the open air, sitting on top of the dress fabric.
‘Well now, this is better,’ Zane murmured with satisfaction, running the palms of both hands across my boobs. I felt like I was going to faint with shock — how could he be touching me like this?
‘Stop that,’ I said desperately, my boobs feeling horribly exposed and violated, even as a trickle of warmth ran from my nipples straight to my clit. ‘Please, Zane. Let me down!’
‘No, Zoe,’ he sneered, almost pronouncing my name as an insult. ‘I told you that you’re my compensation for a boring evening spent pleasing my dad,’ he sneered. ‘I’m going to do what I want to you.’ He snorted. ‘Like I always do with fuckable women I want,’ he added.
He clasped both of my boobs together in his hands, crushing my flesh, before lowering his head, and making me cry out again as he started to lick and suckle on first one, then the other nipple.
I was moaning under my breath, desperate to be silent as my new stepbrother enjoyed my breasts against my will. I couldn’t be found like this. I couldn’t bear the explanations that would follow, if nothing else.
Horrifyingly, I could feel my body responding to him ever more, my clit awakening into warm, tingling arousal and my cunt growing slick with eager moisture. My breasts — traitors that they are — always respond to someone suckling on them. Even worse, I could feel Zane’s stiff cock through his clothes, pressing hard against my belly — crudely intimate and a warning of future violation.
Finally he lifted his head, smiling down at my wild face.
‘You know what happens next, don’t you, little Z?’ he asked, holding my breasts brutally tight.
As if to give me a hint, he thrust his hips hard against my body, emphasising how big and hard his erection was.
I did know what happened next and I didn’t like it.
‘No…’ I whispered, shaking my head, trying desperately to believe this wasn’t happening. He only just met me and he wanted to fuck me? ‘No, please, Zane…’
I couldn’t believe my new stepbrother was going to force me at my mom’s wedding.
He ignored my plea, letting go of my breasts suddenly to pull up at the silk of my long dress, pulling the slippery fabric easily up my legs and bunching it up around my waist. I trembled, feeling his hands all over me. I wondered if I could kick him, but I was shaking so hard from trying to fight my hands back off the hook above my head that I thought I might just fall over if I tried.
‘I’m hard, you little bitch,’ Zane grunted, as if that was an excuse for forcing me. ‘I need to fuck. You don’t want me to walk out there for this stupid ‘grand entry’ with a hard on, do you?’
‘That’s your fault,’ I whispered, still furious, trembling with anger and exertion. ‘And don’t call me a bitch!’
‘I’d say it was the fault of these tits of yours,’ Zane sneered crudely. ‘You want this, little Z,’ he grunted crudely as his hand moved down to cup my butt. ‘Don’t deny it. Sluts like you always want it.’
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