*Author's Note: All characters in this story are eighteen and older. No underage characters are present in the story or put into suggestive situations. This story has mildly disturbing scenes, please be warned. Thank you for reading and enjoy chapter seven of this story.*
The phone's ring was so damn loud that we couldn't even hear the rain. Only thing we could focus on was the light coming from the phone. The name 'Isabella' was on the screen, with a bunch of heart emojis next to the name. If it was any other scenario, it would have been cute. However, in this situation we found ourselves in, it was awkward to say the least. My mom looked at me, before getting off in a quick movement, sitting back in her driver's seat. I adjusted the seat back to normal, fixing myself and getting dressed before she did. She picked up the phone, breathing in slightly, before answering the call.
"Hey babe! We are still on our way home. We are picking up dinner for everyone, since it is so scary, with the police and all... What? No, nothing is wrong, Hun. Just another day in the life of Marci. Okay, I love you too, good-bye." She gently put the phone down, sighing in what I can only imagine is a sigh of relief that we didn't get caught doing what we did. She laughed to herself, putting on clothes slowly, before saying something that made me chuckle as well. "Smells like pussy and sweat in here." I shook my head, looking forward as to not make eye contact.
"Well, what do you want to do for dinner?" She side-eyed me, before putting the car in drive, taking us to wherever she wanted to eat at that night. We decided to pick up our favorite fried chicken at a local restaurant, keeping it simple as to not take up more time than we already had. By the time we got home, the lights were on in the living room, being noticeable from the outside. She shut off the car, keeping the door lock as to not let me out for some reason. I kept to myself, trying to not ruin a moment that could go south fast if I was not careful about my verbiage. Her finger tapped the steering wheel gently, in a rhythmic almost calming nature.
"Listen to me, James, and do not respond. I will help you with your urges, as even your mother has them once and a while too. However, you must keep this between us. If you trust your mother with everything, then you will do as I say without hesitation. After all, I am the one who took diligent care of you up to this point. Right?" That last word came out as a question to herself, making me wonder if I should even answer it or not. To meet the middle ground, I just nodded to her, trying to not discuss anything that could make me get further into a hole I can't escape from. "Good, good. You are my baby, and I will take care of you. Forever and always. I promise you that much, Jamie. Just be my son, and mine alone. Okay?" Before I could answer, she hopped out the car, giving me a view of her ass. I didn't realize how big it was, with it being plump and thick. It was also slightly toned, though that was to be expected. I clenched my hands together, hoping to relive the feeling of having her ass in my hands again.
After a moment to compose myself, I headed inside to meet the family. The family who every day I get closer and closer too. Whether it was a morally good close or not, would be debatable for years to come. Throughout dinner, I couldn't help but notice that all three relatives who I have had relations with were glancing at me, more than just a few times too. However, my glances were only towards Isabella, who was staring me down every chance she got. I was confused, wondering if mom told her despite the conversation in the car. I hoped not, as it would ruin a lot of things I didn't intend to ruin when allowing all the lustful stuff that has been happening to me happen. Maybe I was being a little paranoid. The only thing I knew what that I needed to take my time with accessing the situation with everyone. I have been too lenient with my urges, allowing them to take control of what was a perfect life. I must return to my roots of living, as in becoming a person who can always sit higher than the ones around me, least when it came to intelligent matters. Despite my thoughts, I somehow missed everyone leaving the dining room, making me sit alone at the table. I sighed, picking up my dishes and starting to clean them.
"James~" A loud scream came out of my body, making me turn around to see none other than Isabella standing behind me. She had her hands on her hips, with her left side slightly leaning out due to her stance. I sighed in relief, happy knowing it wasn't any of the other whore degenerates in the house. Isabella cleared her throat, making sure her voice was clear before speaking to me. "James, is there something going on that I am not privy to at this moment?"
"What ever could you be referring to?" She raised an eyebrow at me, with me doing one back at her. This was a game we used to play when I was younger. We called it the 'trying to one up each other' game. You see, Isabella and I had something in common, and that was simply the fact we both like to be the most intelligent in any given room. She told me when I was younger that in doing so, you can always stay on top, even in a losing argument. However, eventually as I got older, we started to do it to each other. I guess it came with the more mature conversations of a growing boy and his stepmother. However, she would also use this game to gain information out of me about the family.
"Well, your sisters were very worried about you when we all heard you were caught up with the police at school." I leaned against the sink, crossing my arms to seem a little nonchalant about the topic at hand.
"I am their brother, so it would only be natural to be worried about a family member."
"For a normal family, sure, but we aren't normal. Your sisters would probably have thought you killed someone, that is, if something else wasn't going on?"
"What could possibly be going on, Isabella?" She thought for a moment, letting her foot tap the ground over and over, before looking me up and down. I looked at myself, trying to figure out what she could be trying to see. "Um, Isabella?"
"I'm surprised you remained single for so long."
"What?" She caught me off guard, taking a step closer to me. I tried to back up, but was already against the sink, meaning I had nowhere else to go.
"There it is. That is what is going on." Shit, how the fuck does she do that? It's like a witch at work. "So, a girl of some sort is involved, and your sisters are worried about something. However, I don't know how your mom fits into all of this."
"Look, Isabella, why does this matter?" She looked weird for a moment, before turning away from me. I couldn't tell what she was thinking, with my eyes being slightly distracted by her big bubble butt that was currently facing me. My eyes went back up, only to be caught by her devilish side eye, as her head turned while I wasn't paying attention.
"Well, if it's one of the three theories I have, it would definitely matter to me." She looked at me with an inquisitive stare, making me start to lose all composure. I wasn't prepared to deal with this so soon, let alone from my own stepmother finding it out. I must somehow keep this under control. Isabella is an introvert at heart, despite her outward approach to the people she trusts. Her dominance isn't high at least to my knowledge, meaning a dominant presence can be a push back for her. This could easily backfire against me, but I had to take a risk, otherwise I am boned.
"Well, what if instead, it was another theory?" She looked down at me with a deadpan expression.
"Not funny, James."
"Wasn't trying to be funny, momma~" I lowered my voice, taking on a different persona as I walked towards her with a heavy footing, making her slightly slide back with her right foot.
"James?"
