Chapter One
There are times in people's lives when pure dread sinks their teeth into one's back like a predator. When they knew their life as they knew was coming to an end. As Matt scrambled to pull his jeans up and push his erection back down into his boxers, he had one of these moments. Luckily for him, at this very moment, his stepmother was more intent on chasing down Stephanie who ran into the hallway with her clothes. It was pure pandemonium coming from Stephanie's bedroom. Someone was crying while the other was cursing and throwing things. Matt tried to zip his pants up and nearly synched his shaft in the metal.
"Ah ah, fuck! Fuck it." Matt whispered to himself and tried to make a break for the door while it was still clear. His erection still throbbing, pointed out his unzipped pants but he couldn't deal with that right now. He cleared the hallway and was halfway through the kitchen when the tumbling of clothes, bags, and people came tumbling down the hallway. The tornado that was their argument pushed past him and he saw Stephanie shove outside with her hands full with two bags and some of her clothes. Amy chased Stephanie outside but stopped at the edge of the steps shouting.
"We are going to talk about this!" Amy screamed. "You aren't welcome back here until we talk about this, young lady!" Stephanie threw her car in reverse and drove away, allowing silence to overtake the house again. The sound of Stephanie's car engine sputtering to life then driving away left a strange silence which meant he was alone with his stepmother and she could turn her anger towards him at any moment. He wondered if he could maneuver around her in the doorway somehow and make a run for it. He was faster than her for sure, but he couldn't count on his speed with this damn erection that refused to leave.
Before Matt could make a decisive decision, Amy stepped back inside to see the pathetic sight of Matt defeated, with his chin low and hands cupped over his crotch. She stared, shaking her head silently for a moment, then just when Matt was going to announce him leaving, Amy pointed back to the living room. "Go," was all she said.
Matt had the briefest hesitation, but the sternness of his stepmother's expression made him retreat further into the house. Sitting in the same seat where he was before, Matt stretched his t-shirt out and pulled it below his crotch. Amy entered the room and sat on edge at the adjacent lazy boy. Her mascara was darkened and ran along the edges of her eyes. She dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a corner of her shirt.
"Did she talk you into this?" Amy finally asked. Her voice was low and calm. Matt weighed his options. As much as he'd spent the past months beating his chest about being a man, right now he felt like a child who just was caught breaking his mother's vase. His instinct was to lie. To put the blame elsewhere. It didn't matter where, as long as it lessened the punishment on himself. But another part of him, his mature self, he supposed, spoke louder inside of him. It said to be honest and to do what he could to protect Stephanie. After all, he truly was the one who started all of this.
"No," Matt admitted. "I did. I started it all. It was all me." This seemed to catch her by surprise. She shook her head, half laughing to herself. It was about the same time as she pulled an open bottle of wine from her purse. Matt realized she was slurring her words and her eyes had an inebriated droop to them when she blinked.
"Jesus Christ- this family..." Amy laughed as she drank from the bottle. There was a loud buzzing from his pocket and instinctively Matt pulled his phone out. "Is that her?!" Amy yelled, standing up. There was a brief shoving that occurred as she tried to take the phone from him, and he attempted to guard it. But when the commotion caused his shirt to raise and expose his erection, he relented and let Amy get ahold of his phone so he could re-cover his shaft.
Amy stood in a daze, slightly stepping backwards as she stared at his crotch. Taking another drink, she sat back down and went back to shaking her head. She looked at his phone and laughed to herself before tossing it on her purse beside her. "How long have you two been-"
"Not long," he answered.
"Weeks?"
Matt only nodded in response.
"Has she- have you came inside her?" Amy asked.
The vulgarity and directness of the question took Matt by surprise. He stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Don't lie to me, Matt," she warned. Matt finally nodded a defeated nod.
"Jesus Christ..." she said again. Then seemed to realize Matt was her stepson and back tracked some. "Look, this was just a lot to process and it- a lot happened tonight. It's not you- I like you a lot. You're a good kid, but your dad..." Amy struggled for a long moment with the proper words to use. "I don't want your dad any more involved in my family than he already is. He was a fucking nightmare of a mistake."
"I get it," Matt admitted. "He's a prick."
"Yes, he is," Amy sighed with a bolt of laughter that caught Matt by surprise. He felt the head of his cock twitch as it refused to back down beneath his shirt. Amy took another large gulp of wine from the bottle she had in hand. "It feels so good to hear someone else say it. It's like confirmation that I'm not crazy."
"No, no, he's a bastard. I'm definitely on your side," Matt correctly guessed that this was something she wanted to hear. He was, in fact, 'on her side' but most importantly of all, she wanted to keep her happy at this moment so he wouldn't get in any more trouble.
Amy sighed, rubbing her temples. Matt could almost hear her internal monologue of conflict arguments. "You're nothing like your father..." she finally said, then perked up to clarify, "and that's a good thing." His step mother gave him another look of approval. This one lingered inordinately long. The alcohol behind her eyes was obvious as her rosy pink cheeks turned to him slightly. "You never had any date after coming here, did you? You were all dressed up for my daughter."
