Hey loves! It's my first time posting in Incest/Taboo. I hope you like and please give me any feedback that could help better my writing. This story is in a series of one-shot stories so there will be no chapters. Anyway hope you enjoy and be on the lookout for my submissions in other categories as well!
Happy reading! xoxo-I.M
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"Robbie dinner's ready!"
Robert ground his teeth as his irritation rose. Why the fuck did she insist on calling him by the nickname he hated so much! He made his way downstairs and instantly wished he would have stayed in his room.
His father lovingly held his stepmother's hands across the table as they made cutesy eyes at each other. The image made him want to barf and he cleared his throat loudly in order to get their attention.
His father smiled his way and motioned to the seat nearest him. Robert made his way over and plopped down staring daggers at his stepmom. He couldn't fathom why he disliked her so much.
"I made your favorite Robbie."
"Don't call me that Kendra."
"Watch your tone Robert."
Robert threw an exasperated look at his father. He looked back to his stepmother who seemed hurt as she quietly began to shovel food onto everyone's plate.
Over the years he effectively began to hate family dinners. Each year the atmosphere seemed to get tenser as his hostility towards his stepmother grew. He hated her and did not believe her to be any part of his family.
His mom and dad divorced when he was fourteen. He was hurt at first but learned to get over it over time. His parents still respected each other and co-parented well but he mostly stayed with his dad. His mom felt he needed to have a positive role model in his life and she felt his father would have a tighter rein on him than she would.
The first year was great. Although he missed his mom terribly he enjoyed the solitude his father and he shared. They went to constant sports events and he always found himself having an amazing weekend to brag about to his friends. His dad even let him have his first beer at a baseball game when he had turned fifteen. His life was looking great and it all shattered once Kendra came along.
His dad would leave more often although he was always in high spirits. He always had some meeting or event to go to and soon Robert began hearing the name Kendra often. He didn't mind at first actually liking having the house to himself and not having someone breathe down his neck about homework. But soon the act grew old and he found himself genuinely curious as to what "business" his dad constantly had to attend to. One night he remained up way past his bedtime and was able to witness it for himself.
His dad pulled up to the house and he could make out another shape in the car. His dad hopped out and made his way around and opened the passenger door. Out stepped a figure he couldn't quite see in the dark but he knew it had to be a woman. He heard hushed whispers and giggles and then saw his father leaning down and kissing the woman.
He was not surprised that his father would be dating. He expected that from him at some point in time. He was more surprised that his father didn't tell him. He backed away from the window and went to bed deciding to not bring it up until his father was ready.
A few weeks later his father did bring Kendra up and how she wanted to meet Robert. By now Robert was sixteen and far from wanting to engage in civil talk with some unknown woman. He much rather wanted to play his video games and meet up with his friends that night.
The night finally came for him to meet Kendra and he watched his father nervously flit around the house. He straightened up, checked and rechecked the food, and repeatedly asked Robert if he looked presentable. Robert rolled his eyes and frequently reassured his father. He didn't know what all he could possibly be getting worked up about. It was just a woman.
The doorbell rang and his father jumped up to answer. Robert stayed put texting his girlfriend on his cellphone. He heard footsteps approach the dining room and the click-clack of heels touching the floor. Once the footsteps ceased he continued to type away on his phone. He heard his father clear his throat and looked up to greet their guest.
When his eyes finally landed on Kendra he was immediately stunned. Although he knew his family were nowhere near racist the last thing he expected to see was a black woman standing before him. She smiled brightly at him and held out her hand to him. Robert stood and shook it hesitantly as he couldn't even muster a friendly smile back.
He began to openly peruse her as she began saying something to his father. Her skin color reminded him of this mocha latte drink his mother loved ordering at Starbucks. It was very smooth and looked like it would be soft to the touch. She was only a few inches shorter than his dad so he assumed she had to be about 5'8 which was pretty tall for a girl. She wore her hair in a sleek bob cut that made her neck seem more elegant and her face narrower. Her eyes were big. They looked pretty child-like and they were a lighter shade of brown that made them seem almost dark orange against her dark skin.
Her breasts were not overly big but not too small. They looked to be a nice handful. She had a lean torso with a flat stomach. Her hips were wide but still slim and they tapered down into killer legs. They appeared to go on for miles and he hated the way his father damn near drooled over her.
Dinner went fine as he kept to himself mostly only answering questions if they were directed towards him. Once Kendra left for the evening his father turned around with a huge smile.
"Well? Do you like her?"
"She's nice dad. Not what I expected."
"Yeah she works at the office. That's how we met. I really like her kiddo."
Robert saw a look of excited content cross his father's face. He didn't like it one bit.
"So how long have you guys been talking?"
"Over half a year now. She may be the one."
At this Robert couldn't help the anger that rose within him.
"Oh like how mom was?"
"That was different Robert and you know that."
"I didn't know anything dad. The divorce was all kept secret from me. I did get a hold of some papers one time and saw the reason behind it was infidelity. You cheated on mom!"
His father's once happy mood skydived and he saw anger wash over his appearance. He shrunk back a little. Although he and his father shared the same height at 6'2, he was still more developed than Robert. His father exercised regularly preferring to run rather than lift weights. He was lean and slim but still sported a figure that boasted of strength. He would say he inherited most of his characteristics from his father except his eyes. While his father's were a dark brown his were a bright green he received from his mother. Other than that he and his father could have passed as brothers.
They both had dark brown hair. His father wore his short and pushed back for work purposes while he wore his longer to his shoulders and in a wild sort of fashion. They both had small straight noses and thin lips and shared a natural tan that his mom envied being she was always pale as snow. All in all, he and his father received many praises when they were out and about. His father ignored it while Robert took full advantage of it by fucking almost half the school this school year alone. He was a hormonal teen boy so he felt he deserved a pass.
"Robert we are not going to discuss this right now."
