My name is Traci and I'm 21 years old in my junior year of college. I grew up with a single mom when my dad decided he didn't want to deal with having a daughter when I was 8 years old. It was always just my mom and me and we were always really close, that is until I went off to college. I had wanted to study law, and the only decent law school was a 20 hr drive away from home. She supported my decision, and told me to do what's best for me. As my freshman year progressed, we talked less and less often, but for some reason she seemed more happy than usual about 2 months into school. I came home for winter break that year, to find out that she's engaged to some guy I've never even met before. But she seemed so happy, that I didn't say anything and let it go. They were married by the time I started my sophomore year, and I had only talked to the man a total of 5 times. Once they got married, I stopped going home from school.
I was planning on staying in my apartment for winter break, just like I did the year before, but my mom insisted that I come home and help my step-dad, Ryan, take care of the house while she's away on a business trip. I reluctantly agreed, and when classes were over, I drove the 20 hours back home. When I finally made it, I found that my mom had already left, and there was a note on the fridge:
"If you're reading this, then that means I've already left for my business trip, sorry sweetie. I stocked up the fridge, and Ryan should be home from work at 5pm. He's taking two weeks off just to spend time with you since you two barely even know each other. I love you a ton, call me if you need anything. xoxo ~ mom"
I thought to myself, "Great, two weeks of bonding time with him. I guess I'll try to be friendly since we are family now."
It was 4:30pm, which meant that Ryan would be home in about 30 minutes. I decided to take my stuff to my old room and take a shower. I walked into my room, and was shocked. All my stuff was gone, it was just a bare room with a bed and a nightstand. All of my tennis trophies, pictures, everything, was just gone. I sighed, and stepped into my bathroom and started the shower. I was tired and sore from sitting in a car for so long, so I thought I deserved a nice hot shower. Ryan had come home and saw my car, so he came up to my room to say hi. He noticed I was in the shower, so he sat on my bed and waited for me to finish. Since the bathroom was connected to my room, I didn't feel a need to cover myself once I dried off. I walked into my room naked, not paying attention, and then I noticed him. I stopped dead in my tracks and ran back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
"Ryan, what're you doing in my room?!"
"I just wanted to say hi to you since I saw you were home. Get dressed and I'll be waiting for you downstairs."
I waited until I heard him go downstairs. I was completely freaked out, no guy had ever seen me naked before. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I still had a toned body from working out at the gym every day. I was 5'1", 110lbs, and had C cup breasts. Ryan had seemed to have become more attractive than I remembered, he was tall, seemed muscular, had medium length dark hair, and clean shaven. I reached down and found that my pussy was wet. This couldn't be happening, I couldn't be attracted to my mom's husband, it's just not right.
I went into my room, but on a pair of small shorts and a loose v-neck t-shirt and went downstairs. Ryan was at the stove making some spaghetti.
He turned, looked at me, and smiled, "I made some spaghetti. Your mom said that it's your favorite."
"Yeah, it is. About earlier..."
