Getting Payback Ch 02

Thank you to the people who did give reactions to my first chapter. It has been a very informative start. Forgot that stepsiblings go into Incest/Taboo. So any chapters with Angela will be there. I did not realize how long pages here go for. But that means I can simply cram more into one section at a time. I'll try to figure out the appropriate length as the plot moves forward. This section will be more plot heavy so if you're not a fan of people talking with limited sex, then I'm sorry. Next one will have more sex guaranteed.

Rebecca eventually did come home, closer to midnight this time. Normally I would be asleep by now but when she saw me sitting on the couch in silence she froze. Her normally straight brown hair was crudely brushed, like it had been all over the place and she just ran through it with her hands. Her clothes looked normal but I could tell that her bra wasn't on through her tight t-shirt, probably stuffed into her bag since she had put one on this morning.

"Hey babe, you're up pretty late. Did you wait for me?" my girlfriend was running over to me like everything was normal. That I was still her naive chump just eager to see her. I had been running through what to do in my head since Angela left. But for now I would play the part and wait until her back was to a wall. I pulled her into my lap and held her close, that was more for me getting one last hug in.

"Well I've been thinking about how our anniversary was coming up, and I wanted to do something special. Something I know you've been wanting for a while." I held Rebecca's hand and looked at her finger. Our eyes met and I could see she was excited.

"Mark, do you mean...is it finally time? I've been waiting for this since we graduated high school." She stood up and continued to ramble.

"Yeah our parents said it was better that we had our lives figured out, but I knew I wanted to be Mrs. Mark Matthews since our first date." She waved a hand in front of her face as I stood and got on one knee.

"Babe we met what felt like a lifetime ago. The things we've been through have shown me that we're the kind of couple that other couples dream about being. So Rebecca will you..."

I moved my hands from behind my back and quickly grabbed the waistband of her yoga pants before pulling them all the way down. Even in the dim light of our apartment, I could see the dried cum stains on her legs. Her pussy was still wet, soaking through her panties. I moved them over and as I figured, there was still cum inside her.

"EXPLAIN WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'VE BEEN DOING?!" I yelled right up in her face as she was now exposed from the waist down. The look on Rebecca's face was one of shock and fear.

"Mark, you're overthinking things. I was just really horny at work so I got off in the staff bathroom. You've been spending too much time in our apartment, what's gotten into you?"

She didn't even pull up her pants as she tried caressing my face. It was what Rebecca always did when we had an argument. Once I looked into her soft brown eyes I couldn't stay upset. I looked back down at her body, trying not to think about what had happened to it today. Rebecca took that look to mean something else, so she swayed her hips back and forth and got on the couch. She smacked her ass and assumed a doggy position. Angela had confessed her love for me on that couch a few hours ago. I could still see the love in her eyes after our first kiss. It wasn't in Rebecca's at all.

"I know we haven't been doing it as much as you'd like, but I'm not going to be a frigid wife. If you're going to ask me to marry you, maybe it's time you put a baby in me. Unless you'd rather take a crack at this." With another smack Rebecca spread her ass with both hands. She looked back at me and winked.

"I should marry a slut like you?" I was fuming at this point, or maybe it was just my blood struggling to not go to my penis.

I took out my phone which only made her spread more. Seeing the photos Angela had sent me, she almost fell over in disbelief. I had never seen Rebecca move so fast as her trying to grab the phone from my hands. I just grabbed her and placed her down on the couch. She sat there stunned that I would even show a little aggression. Now the gears were turning in her head. Usually sex was enough to win, but without it she had to try something else. So she got up and left the apartment. Not the reaction I was expecting

***

The next day was the start of an eventful weekend. After somehow getting to sleep, I woke up reaching out for the spot where Rebecca usually slept. When it was empty I couldn't help but miss her. My phone rang out its usual alarm but I saw that I had a bunch of notifications. Texts from my mom, Rebecca, and Angela. My mom had always treated Rebecca like a daughter, so I didn't want her to lecture on my relationship. So I opened the texts from Angela first. It was a picture of Rebecca in some of my old clothes, she was eating breakfast with my mom and stepdad, her eyes looked sunken and red.

Can you believe this bitch is here? She came last night at 1 AM sobbing to Mom about how you were out of control.

Then there were the other pictures. The first was Angela fresh out of the shower, showing me her beautiful tits now wet and slippery. The camera was slowly moving down her body in each new photo. Seeing her ass so completely bare now made me wish I had appreciated it last night. Next she was pressing it against the glass of the shower door but I could see how smooth her skin was all the way down. The last photo was her spreading her newly shaved pussy before her last text.

When you're really ready to lose control, sneak into my room first. Maybe that slut can hear me moan while you claim your new woman.

That was certainly a great start to my day at least. But now I had to look at the others I missed. My mom's was obvious enough.

Come home as soon as you get this. I don't know what's going on in your head, but you are not throwing away your best chance at happiness.

Rebecca's on the other hand, was strangely long and cut me the most.

I'm at your parents house. We spent so much time in this house together, I lost my virginity to you in this house. I thought we were supposed to love each other, that's why I wanted it to be with you. You made me sleep alone in the bed that we shared for so many years. Now I'm here pretending your stepdad isn't looking me up and down while his annoying daughter stares daggers into me. I should be home with you.

Of course she didn't mention what she had done, even if it was to deny it. Couldn't have my mom read that and kick her to the curb. If Rebecca knew one thing better than anyone, it was guilt tripping. And where's better to start than with family?

***

Of course Rebecca took my car, so I had to walk across town in the warm glow of late spring. Probably her way to get me to my parents looking sweaty and exhausted, proof I can't live without her. By the time I finally got to the cul de sac where I grew up I saw only my car in the driveway. I definitely didn't want to deal with Rebecca alone so I circled around until I saw the right window. In an 80's cliche, I picked a pebble off the ground and hoped at least Angela was home. I heard something dropping to the floor after the pebble poked the glass. My stepsister was at the window annoyed but quickly smiled when she saw it was me. She motioned that I go to the backdoor and blew me a kiss before heading down. By the time I had reached the backyard I could already hear the arguing.

"Don't touch that. I'm making all this for Mark when he comes to talk. It's his favorite, lasagna with apple crumble for dessert." Rebecca's voice sounded frantic and the clicking of heels was going back and forth.

"You mean Mom made it and prayed you wouldn't burn the house down." Angela's voice sounded much closer, and I saw her blonde curls covering the glass of the backdoor.

"She did help yes. And change out of those clothes, did you put them on because you heard he was coming over?" Rebecca tried to put on the air of superiority she always had with Angela.

I peeked through the nearest window and saw the two of them standing on opposite sides of the kitchen. Angela certainly was dressed less conservatively than normal pajamas. She was wearing a top a few sizes too small, the fabric squeezing around the curves of her chest. It also being white made it very clear she wasn't wearing a bra with her nipples all but exposed. Her shorts were more like underwear, hardly going past her waist. If I could guess and hope, they probably showed a fair amount of ass. Rebecca on the other hand was still in the clothes from earlier, but had an apron on and curlers in her hair. An alarm went off and Rebecca just pointed at my stepsister and ran off into the house.

Quickly Angela opened the backdoor long enough for me to scurry inside. I took a quick peek at the kitchen and it was a bit of a mess. But the smell from the oven was delicious, and I saw the half finished dessert on the countertop. Angela tugged at me and went up the stairs first. Like I had hoped, her round ass was poking through her little shorts. I couldn't help but give it a squeeze as we reached the top. Angela jumped into my arms and started kissing me. I held her by the ass, carried her to the bedroom and slammed the door behind us.

"I've been thinking about you all night. When she came here I knew you talked to her.." Angela was speaking to me in between kisses.

"I should have snuck out and slept in your bed. You need a real woman at home." Angela moved my head down to her chest. Her shirt was beyond thin and separated me from the best tits I've ever felt. So what's a guy to do but rip it open? With a harsh squeeze I tore open revealing Angela's pink nipples. I practically bit into those succulent mounds. She purred as she nestled me onto the bed.

"You're such an animal! I want you to eat me up, you look so hungry." If Angela's breasts could give milk, I'm sure it would have tasted like the sweetest nectar. I rolled her hardened nipple with my tongue and she kept moaning for more. But she did have something else I could enjoy, so I started to kiss down her body.

I bit the waistband of her shorts and pulled as I went further down. The scent of her pussy was intoxicating and I could see her getting wet from my touch. I inched closer and felt the warm embrace of her thighs on my cheeks. Angela had really grown since we were younger and I couldn't help but succumb to her 19 year old charms. I was now face first in her pussy with her legs holding me in place so close my breath was making her pussy even hotter. The first taste was perfect, even if I only had Rebecca to compare to. Angela pushed my head around a bit like my tongue was a claw trying to get the best prize. When she got to the right spot she just squeezed her thighs tighter, locking me in place. It was getting hard to breathe and any air I did find was covered in her scent, driving me crazy. Then the dam broke, her legs started to quiver and she squeezed me even harder between her legs.

"Oh g...oooodd! Mmmm..aarrr....kkkk!!" Was all she could say before devolving to a moaning beast.

My head was a bit sore, I didn't think a girl of her size had thighs with a vice grip. Not that I was complaining, I would have dove right back in if it wasn't for a loud banging at the door.

"Open up! NOW!" rang the voice of Rebecca. I had been so wrapped up in my lust for Angela, that Rebecca being in the house was a foggy memory. I stood up from the bed, my face covered in pussy juice. Angela pushed me towards the closet and gave me the ripped remains of her shirt to clean up. I barely managed to close it before she allowed Rebecca inside.

"What the fuck did I just he..why are you naked?" Thankfully the closet door had slits in it so I had an obscured view of what was going on. Rebecca was trying to cover her eyes from Angela's naked body but couldn't help but look. She changed out of my clothes into a slim black dress and had taken some of her curlers out to have bouncy hair at the shoulders. Angela was confident at Rebecca's embarrassment and only moved closer to her.

"I'm in my own home in the privacy of my room. You're the one who said to change out of my clothes." Angela crossed her arms, pushing up her already larger tits.

"To put on MORE clothes, not less. I know what I heard. Did you just cum screaming your brother's name?" At those words Angela sunk back and tried to cover herself.

"I said 'Fuck' not 'Mark'...you're just paranoid at the thought of losing him." Angela tried to avoid eye contact with her but skipped looking at the closet I was in.

"Lose him? To who, you? I'm not threatened by you little girl. You're just a brother obsessed virgin dyke. Yeah, I know what you do when your friend comes over. Only touch of course, your body belongs to your stepbrother."

Rebecca was moving forward, causing Angela to retreat. She stumbled and almost fell onto the bed, but Rebecca quickly grabbed Angela's ass and pulled her up, using her other hand to fondle the rest of her body.

"I mean you're pretty cute, in a big tit cow kind of way. How about...you push Mark in the right direction? I'm sure he's talked to you by now. Help us move past all this mess." Rebecca was pulling at Angela's tits now, enjoying the slight winces when the nipples were rubbed too hard.

"Is that what we call cheating after a 6 year relationship?" Angela's cheeks were burning bright red, and her breath was quickening with each of Rebecca's gropes.

"We all make mistakes, but me and Mark are made for each other. I know that, your parents know that, and I think you know that too. Help your big sis out, and maybe we can share. I say one word to your dad, and you can come by anytime." Rebecca was now caressing Angela's cheek. After almost a minute, Angela pulled away and spoke without any anger.

"Can you please just go, I need to change."

"Of course, your parents should be home soon if they dragged Mark from our apartment." With a satisfied smirk Rebecca closed the door. I poked my head out as Angela looked confused and upset.

She fell into my arms and didn't say a word. I knew what it was like for Rebecca to get into your head like that. She can say something very harsh but give you the affection you crave and you fall apart in her hands. She laid on the bed and I held her close to me. If the situation hadn't just been so tense I would probably be hard as a rock with her naked body so close to mine.

"What do you think will happen when Mom and Dad get home?" Angela remarked, still faced away from me.

"Probably Rebecca will serve everyone dinner, act like the ideal wife. Then they might give us time alone to talk or stage some kind of intervention."

"Would it work?" Angela sounded so stern now.

"Huh?"

"Would she manage to get you back?" Now she was facing me, looking straight into my eyes.

"Do you want Rebecca back, Mark?"

"No, of course not. Is this because of what she said to you in here? She doesn't know what she's talking about." I kissed her but she moved back a bit before sitting up.

"She does. Everything she said about me was true. I've never been interested in other guys. Julia was there for me, she understood how I felt about you. But she said I deserved some affection. That it wouldn't count if she didn't slip anything in." Angela looked at her body before slipping under the covers, like she didn't want me to see. I tried to get a good look at her face but she had her back to me now.

"If you don't feel that way about other men, that doesn't mean anything is wrong with you. You can love whoever you want, be with whoever you want to be with." I put my hand on her back, hoping that even the slightest contact would let her know it was going to be alright.

"We both know that isn't true. We can fuck each others brains out, you could knock me up right now, but we can't actually be together. Not unless we accept losing everyone else. I don't even know how you feel about me." The last sentence ended with a shaking whimper, she was afraid I would reject her.

"Angela, I love you."

"You love me as a sister, not as a woman. Not in the way my dad loves your mom. Not in the way I know you still love Rebecca."

"Angela please, that's not..." Before I could finish Angela pulled me in for a kiss. It wasn't sloppy or anything to indicate she was in the mood, but more somber and longing. Like she didn't know if there would be another one.

"You should sneak downstairs while Rebecca is finishing up, you don't want to get caught in here."

Angela pointed to the door, this conversation was over. Nothing I could say was going to matter. So I headed downstairs and looked out near the kitchen countertop. All the food looked amazing, and I could smell the dessert in the oven. I'm sure my mom had been the one to prepare this, Rebecca never cooked at home. I looked around at my family home, memories all over the wall. There was my mom getting remarried to my stepfather Tom. A few pictures of me and Angela growing up. I had forgotten how we did almost everything together, before Rebecca came into my life. Of course she was on the walls too. Our first date, prom, moving into our dorm. The most recent was Angela's 18th birthday. Everyone was standing around the table, our parents, her best friend Julia, and some other people from school. Angela was blowing out her candles and I could see her looking towards me while Rebecca whispered into my ear. I should have known how Angela felt, in hindsight it was pretty obvious. Before I could dwell on it more I heard heels coming down the stairs.

"Dessert should be done soon. I never cared for this but he does so..." Rebecca had come down fully dressed and saw me standing there. I looked back at the wall and understood what she was doing. Rebecca had recreated her prom outfit, wanting to ignite nostalgic feelings from the end of high school. Same dress, hair, and shoes, and if I recalled that night correctly it meant no underwear.

"Baby, you're here!" If Rebecca could jump in that outfit I'm sure she would have but wrapping me in her arms was the most she could do.

"Were you just talking to someone?"

"Oh right, it was just Jennifer. You remember her right? I bumped into her when we moved back and we've been getting close."

I had a vague recollection of a Latina cheerleader. Beautiful tanned skin, toned and muscular. A bit short but had hips that you knew carried a wonderful ass. Right before I started dating Rebecca she waited for me outside the locker room, saying she wanted to study with me at the library. Before I could answer Rebecca swooped in and said that we were already going to study at her place. She hated the cheerleaders when we were dating. Something about them being a bunch of man stealers. The dots weren't connecting.

"Kind of weird that you never mentioned her to me, at all." Not the answer Rebecca was hoping for. She pressed her chest up against me and swayed me back and forth. I remained unresponsive so she let go and sighed.

"We can talk, but..." She walked to the old stereo my mom had kept. After pressing play, rhythmic music began to play. Rebecca walked back to me and offered her hand.

"You have to dance with me. It took me hours to get ready, please." The makeup she had on did bring out her eyes, soft and brown like little pools of chocolate. She looked like my Rebecca again, and I missed her so much. I took her hand and enjoyed a slow dance. A few songs passed by and we didn't talk. She just held me close to her and I lost myself in nostalgia. Yeah I'm pretty dumb for falling for it, but she's my first love. I remember how at prom we danced almost the entire night, it was the first time Rebecca ever mentioned us getting married. That our first dance as husband and wife would be to one of the songs playing. But that wasn't the Rebecca I was dancing with now.