Max's New Life Part 1
by Gymno

Copyright 2008 by Gymno, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

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Part 1

The year that I turned 13 and started at the Christian Middle school started off as one of the best of my life. Then my parents died that winter and everything changed.

Being an only child, and having no relatives left, I was moved to a new part of town to live with my new family, Dan and Molly Hall, and their daughter, Jen, who was 13 like me.

After moving in, I found out that the Halls were a lot looser about rules and religion than Mom and Dad had been, especially with Jen. They never went to church at all and they never censored anything Jen did on the internet or watched on t.v. They even let her go to R-rated movies and rented them for her! My parents would never have let me see all that stuff or even hear most of it, and I felt like Jen's parents were corrupting her.

Jen wasn't very nice to me at first. I think she hated losing the freedom of being an only child. She barely spoke to me at first and kept trying to expose me to uncensored movies and websites once she found out they bothered me. Eventually she had been punished enough that she stopped doing that, and soon afterward started treating me like a friend, which was nice.

Living with my new family took some getting used to. I had to obey the Halls' new rules, and I had to call them "Mom" and "Dad". They had only one really strict rule, really, and that was about obedience. When Jen misbehaved or talked back she was taken to the office by her Mom or Dad and spanked hard and sent to stand in the corner for a while. I never saw it happen, but I knew it worked, because she was good most of the time after that, and the cries she gave during those spankings sounded terrible.

Because I always obeyed them, I guess the only rule I didn't like was regarding the Halls' lack of modesty. They wanted me to stop sleeping in pajamas and instead, sleep naked, like they did. They also wanted me to wear a robe before I got dressed in the mornings I didn't have school, and after my shower at night, which usually happened right after dinner. This kept me in a robe all night, unless I was going out after dinner, which allowed me to shower later and go straight to bed.

They said they did this so that I didn't walk around in dirty clothes and so that my body could be healthier, more exposed to the air and not so pent up all the time. I guess it would have been okay if my robe had been longer, or thicker, but it stopped about mid-thigh, and although it was warm, I didn't think it covered me up very well at all.

Wearing that robe in my new house made me so embarrassed and ashamed that I could barely stand to do it. What embarrassed me more was the reaction I was having to both Molly and Jen being dressed so scantily at breakfast and after dinner. Every time I got a glimpse of Jen or Molly's breasts under the silk of their short robes, or a look at their legs if their robe slipped open, I would start to get hard and I had to will myself soft again so that I could stay in the room with them without being embarrassed. Or I had to hope that they didn't notice my erection as I sat there, horny and suffering.

I got so horny during those first few months that the thought of masturbating was always on my mind. I had been taught that jerking off was immoral, and even if I had wanted to, I couldn't do it at home anyway due to my total lack of privacy.

Not only did I have to sleep naked, but I had to do it with my door open because my new Mom and Dad didn't like "a closed door policy" in their house for their kids. I think they just wanted to keep tabs on us to make sure we were behaving.

Every night, I would turn off my light, climb into bed, and take off my robe. I never found it there on the floor in the morning; it was always hanging up in my closet, having been put away by Molly during the night. I had to quickly walk, naked, to my closet and grab my robe before anyone had a chance to enter the hallway and see me before I put it on. Or, if I was getting dressed before breakfast, I'd have to dash to my dresser while totally nude, hoping no one would see me before I pulled my underwear on.

My lack of privacy extended into the bathroom, because Jen and I had to share a bathroom and she was constantly in and out of it when I was showering! Molly said Jen needed the room for doing her makeup and hair, and for brushing her teeth. I guess it was only fair that we shared because she had been used to not having to share the room before I moved in. I just wish she could have waited until I was done in there to use it.

I guess my new home wasn't all bad though. The Halls had a really nice house, and a big yard with lots of trees around it, making it private. They had a patio and grill, and a huge in-ground pool and hot tub. They also had a lot of woods behind the yard and I would go back there to walk around and get away for a while.

I could barely wait for the cookouts and pool parties to start, which the Halls said they had all spring and summer once it was warm enough. Even though I missed my parents, I was starting to get used to my new life and family.

One thing that I was really looking forward to was starting at a new school and hoping that I made some friends that I could maybe join a church-group with. I wanted to continue at the Christian Academy, but Molly and Dan wouldn't let me, saying that public schools allowed me to think for myself, unlike private ones. They had enrolled me at Thomson Middle School, with Jen, and even though we were in the same grade, I got a letter saying I would be taking advanced classes, so we wouldn't be in class together at all.

Jen was mad for about a week after that, and barely talked to me the whole time. Molly and Dan seemed ok with that, letting her "work it out" on her own. Eventually she got over telling me I thought I was better than her and that I had ruined her life, and we were friends again.

I was eager to start school and it seemed like forever between the acceptance letter arriving and the last night before school started, but when that night finally arrived, I began to wish that it never had.

Continued in Part 2