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Mike was acting off, but unless he deletes texts, there was no sign of cheating. He does have an inordinate amount of half naked so-called 'models' on his Insta, Twitter, TikTok and Facebook feeds, but he says he just likes beautiful women. Last night, just after dinner, we were on the back deck drinking and holding hands when he abruptly let go of my hand and started scrolling his phone. Boldly and basically ignoring me. I was sitting right there and he didn't even bother to tilt his screen away as he looked at half naked women. Younger women in various states of undress as if I weren't right beside him. I sighed, he ignored me, I huffed, he ignored me, then I coughed and cleared my throat but without looking up from his screen, Mike handed me a drink. What the heck? I asked "Honey? Why do you look at those girls when I'm right here?"

Mike chuckled but kept scrolling.

I huffed "Excuse me, what's so funny?"

Mike darkened his phone, sighed, stared at me with a frown, then said "Jess, didn't anyone ever tell you not to ask a question you don't want the answer to?" I inhaled and then asked with a huff "What?" Mike practically sneered, "Are you sure you want to open this box?" I crossed my arms, narrowed my eyes, and growled "Let's." Mike smiled, shook his head, then said "You know I love you. I take good care of you, Bree and Ryan and I never ask you for anything." I pouted and asked "So?" Mike made a face, moved his mouth and lips, then asked "Are you sure sweetheart? You'll probably get bent and then it will become a whole thing."

I was sure I seemed like a teenage girl, but I huffed "I'm positive." Mike said "It's the whole sweet, wholesome, polite, girl next door thing. It gets old, baby." I pouted "Don't call me baby right now, you're being rude." Mike laughed "I haven't even started" and when I glared at him he said "You dress like a mom who is afraid it might be 1950 and someone might see some skin." I gasped. I wanted to scream but I seethed "I don't hear any complaints in the bedroom. Or in the shower." Mike sighed, "See? I knew you weren't going to listen."

He sipped his beer, glanced at me a couple of times, then asked, "Are you so mad that we can't go fool around?" I gasped "Are you serious? I might show some skin." Mike sighed, shook his head, muttered "Sad", then just got up and went inside. Oh I was so mad I could just burst. I sat there and downed the rest of my drink, killed another one, then stormed inside for no reason because Mike was wherever, Ryan was out and Bree was probably playing video games or talking to her friends.

Even the cat ignored me and I'm the one who feeds it.

Typical.

I went upstairs, peeked in to see Bree was playing some kind of game with her headset on. I blew her a kiss but she didn't know because she was saving the world... or destroying it? I wasn't sure which game she was on. Ryan's room was clean which caused me to pause, and his laptop flickered, but before I could be curious, Mike brushed by me with a backpack and said, "Since we both know you're not done being mad, I'm going to sleep at the beach house because I have an early meeting." I was mad, sad, hurt and pissy, so I shouted, "Fine. Just leave like everyone else."

Mike just said "Okay" and left.

Jerkface.

I went to the bedroom and stood there unsure whether to throw things, cry or clean. The house was so quiet, I heard a loud "PING" and turned to stare down the hallway. Huh? I was standing in my bedroom doorway when I heard another "PING" and it seemed to be coming from Ryan's bedroom. But he wasn't home. I walked past his bedroom, peeked in on Bree again, and she was definitely blowing something up and shooting someone, so I still wasn't sure if she was saving or destroying. Maybe both? I quietly shut her door, then feeling very guilty, I crept into Ryan's room and stood there.

What was making that noise?

I opened his laptop and froze in shock with a gasp. Porn. Not just porn, but the words on the paused screen said "STEPMOM" in the search box. Stepmom? Oh my goodness. The weirdest thing is, in the paused video, the naked woman smiling at the actor, cameraman or whoever was kind of a mirror of me. Full bodied, not fat or thin, just fit and full bodied, with large breasts, stiff perky nipples, a bare lower area, and hair that was dirty blonde like mine. Behind me was another "PING" but I was entranced. Mesmerized. She wasn't an exact copy of me, but she was real similar. Ryan was looking at "STEPMOM" porn and of all the so-called actresses, he found one that pretty closely looks like me?

Wow.

The strangest thing is, I was suddenly horny and no one had touched me, no one had kissed me or even talked dirty to me. Worried about getting caught, I moved his mouse and looked until I saw "NIKKI BROOKS" and then realized Ryan had 4 tabs open. Glancing behind me to nothing but silence and semi-darkness, I clicked each tab and saw more pictures and videos of "NIKKI BROOKS" and it was like a sledgehammer to my chest. Ryan was looking at "STEPMOM" porn of an actress that resembled me. My college education wasn't wasted, somehow he kept it chill, but this was some shocking proof that he was into me.

How had I never noticed?

While everyone else was making me feel bad for being modest and mostly pure, my stepson was doing filthy things with a pornstar that looked like me? I didn't need a degree to realize the implications. I put it back on the screen I found it on, moved the lid to where it had been almost closed, then was about to sneak back out of Ryan's room when again came the "PING." It was his tablet, face down on his unmade bed.

I swallowed past a suddenly dry throat.

Did I want to know?

Be warned, what I saw, what I found, can't be unseen or unfound.

Is that a word? Whatever.

I picked up his tablet and prayed not to get caught. Nothing could have prepared me for the series of shocks. Ryan's lock screen was a picture of me from last month when I had worked up the courage to wear my blue bikini out to the pool. As far as I knew, only Mike had seen me in it and trust me, that day, he did not complain. While modest compared to most bikinis nowadays, it was still a bikini and didn't cover anymore than it had to. I was blushing then, and now, as the lock screen picture of me in the bikini was just as I tossed my hair and had a smile on my face.

Wow.

How did Ryan get that picture?

I'm not MAGNUM P.I. or STEPHANIE PLUM, but the evidence was mounting that my stepson was into me. Once I slid to unlock it, the background was the same picture of me, seconds later, just after I had pulled my hair into a ponytail. Hmmm... I had to give Ryan credit, he had pictures of me that I had no idea were even taken. More importantly, he thought enough of me and my body to make them his background and lock screen pictures. Out of all the models, actresses, singers and pornstars, he chose me and my pics? I was breathing deeply and had to focus to think. There were several tabs open and the first three were video searches for "MILF", "SLUTTY STEPMOM" and "STEPMOM STUCK."

Huh?

What on Earth was "STEPMOM STUCK"?

Well, I had to ask.

I won't even lie, I was seriously blushing and trying to ignore the wetness of my panties, and of course, that mirror MILF, NIKKI BROOKS was in several of the stuck scenes. It was both terrifying and exhilarating to watch the scenes play out. Even knowing they were written, staged and ‘acted out' didn't diminish the heat beginning to overwhelm me. ‘Nikki' was stuck, trapped in erotic positions, and the actor in each scene just used her body like he was supposed to do it.

Oh my God...

Was this what Ryan hoped to do to me?

It took some serious focus to ignore my excitement as I flipped tabs to see an erotic story titled "TAKING MY STEPMOM" and another called "OUR SECRET LUST." Oh my goodness. Porn with a look-alike MILF that resembled me wasn't enough? He was reading erotic stories about seducing a stepmom? Oh my goodness, I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was so aroused I was feeling dizzy and seeing red, but I took deep breaths, bit my lip, and continued my ‘research'.

I mean, what else could I call it?

As for the ‘pinging' it seemed to be a string of instant messages between Ryan and his friend Jake, and Jake had said he sent the hottest stepmom links he could find. Light me on fire. I was so horny I couldn't think and super worried that Ryan would catch me snooping. A small naughty part of me that I force deep down into the darkness wanted him to catch me. Regardless, the evidence was clear. Ryan was looking at pictures and videos of and reading sexy stories about stepmoms, MILF's, and seduction, most of which featured a pornstar who looked like me.

Plus the whole stuck thing.

I'm a stepmom, a MILF, and look like the pornstar he seems to like.

Wow!

I hoped I had put everything back and hurried to my bedroom. Alone since Mike was being an idiot. Man, if he had stuck around, no pun intended, we might have done it twice in one night. His loss and my misery because I hadn't masturbated in years. Just the word made me blush and feel dirty. My brain was filled with what I had seen and it wasn't going away, even with a third beer and then a fourth... or was it fifth? At a loss and with my mind racing, I went and asked Bree to put the game away and settle down for bed. It was Friday, school was out for the weekend, but she still needed her rest. She hugged me then asked "Mom, what's with you?" I lied, "Nothing honey, I think I'm coming down with something." I was stroking her hair and listening to her talk about something called FORTNITE when I asked if she knew where Ryan was. Bree shrugged and said "I'm not sure. He was fighting with Tessa I think." I don't know why, but I said "Hmmm... okay honey. I love you, good night." We hugged, I kissed her head, and Bree had her tablet in her hand before I closed her door.

God I hope she's not looking at porn.

She's only 14!

In my bedroom, alone, I was plugging my phone in and frowning that Mike hadn't even called to apologize or texted that he was sorry. Jerk. Absently, I was calling Ryan before I realized it and he answered "Hi Jessica, what's up?" I sighed and told myself to keep it together. The worst possible scenario would be if he knew I knew he was into me. Because then he would have sex with me and I would feel bad for at least a few minutes afterward.

Maybe an hour tops.

Ryan laughed "Jess, are you there? You called me." I forced myself to calm down and focus, then exhaled, "I just wanted to make sure you were okay honey. I heard you and Tessa were fighting?" Ryan was quiet until he asked, "Are you still up? Will you be up when I get home?" I smiled then caught my breath and said "I can wait up for you sweetheart." Ryan said "Great" and then hung up. Great? My mind was racing and I was sitting on the edge of my bed when it occurred to me my panties were wet from my excitement. Goodness, that hadn't happened since Mike and I were first dating and before that, on my wedding night to Danny.

Maybe I was a little stuffy and boring?

I took a quick shower, made sure my wet underwear were pushed way down in the laundry basket, and put on fresh panties, blue leggings, a bra and a t-shirt. A hot flash washed over me as the thought of putting on lingerie and letting Ryan see it filled my brain. I was sitting there envisioning him forcing a kiss on me when Ryan asked, "Jess? Are you okay?" I smiled and said "I'm fine honey. Another spat with your father." Ryan fought a smile, I saw it, and then he sighed and said "I don't understand why dad treats you like that?" I shrugged but Ryan sat beside me, our arms and shoulders touching, and he asked, "Why do you let men treat you like that Jess? If you were mine, I would treat you like a Queen, a Princess, a best friend and the gorgeous woman you deserve to be treated like." It took some serious effort to stifle a moan as I shifted to face Ryan and asked "You would?" He nodded and then said "You have no idea how awesome you are, do you?" I shrugged then suddenly Ryan and I were hugging. It was a warm, safe embrace and I sighed because it felt so good.

I don't know why, but I wanted Ryan to kiss me. I needed him to. Instead he smiled at me, said "I love you Jessica, I hope you know that." I sighed "I do, trust me" and he made a face so I gasped, "Do you want to watch a movie or something?" Ryan said "I was going to... uhmmm... I had something I wanted to watch on my tablet." I blushed, closed my eyes, and vivid images of NIKKI BROOKS getting screwed filled my brain. Before today I never even looked twice at Ryan, the only son of my second husband. Now I was having thoughts and urges and just wanted to...

Ryan was saying, "Jess? Are you okay? You seem distracted or something." I swallowed and said "I'm tired honey. Give me a kiss and go watch your videos." Ryan blinked then muttered "Kiss?" Feeling bold and embarrassed at the same time, I wiggled my fingers and said, "Yeah, a kiss." Ryan blinked then leaned in and kissed me right on the lips. It startled me and then he was blushing and saying, "Sorry. I'm sorry Jess." I didn't even recognize my own voice when I said "It's fine sweetheart, really. I may be married to your father, but you and I are friends." Ryan blinked a couple of times, exhaled, then smiled and said "Okay." Suddenly he hugged me, kissed my lips again, then left the room.

Oh my goodness.

I went to get a bottle of water, saw that both Bree and Ryan's bedroom doors were shut, the cat was still ignoring me, and Mike could screw off. I shut my bedroom door, turned off the lights, and did something I haven't done in years. I stripped completely and got into bed. Well, I actually folded my shirt and leggings and laid my panties and bra atop them neatly on a chair, but still. In bed naked with my mind still reeling, I was searching NIKKI BROOKS on my tablet and got through three of her ‘stepmom' videos before I saw red and nearly came without anyone touching me.

I would have to change the sheets in the morning but I was so blissful that it didn't matter at the moment. I followed links to links to more links and after reading a really hot story about a stepmom who seduced her stepson while pretending to be innocent, I was touching myself before I realized it. I tried to focus but I was so wound up I might unravel. Even in my deep arousal, I cursed Mike for claiming I was boring then not being here when I would have screwed all night.

Well maybe.

Using a lot of will and determination not to rub myself off, I followed more links to another story of stepmom seduction, one of bold cheating and then one about how she slowly seduced him step by step (no pun intended) and I was stunned. It was like a manifesto on how to seduce, cheat and get away with it. All while letting her stepson think he was making the choices and pushing him until he finally ripped her clothes off and they did it like animals. I couldn't fight the urge anymore and shut off the volume, put on a NIKKI BROOKS stuck video, and let my fingers go where they wanted to.

I felt naughty, dirty, and sexier than my wedding night. Either one of them. I closed my eyes, traced my lips, teased my slit, forcing myself to deny the orgasm that my mind wanted and my body needed. I teased a fingertip inside my blazing entrance and nearly passed out from the overload of pleasure. My mind and pussy exploded with an orgasm that I'm honestly not sure I muffled. I closed my eyes, lay back, and savored the wave of feelings, the pure joy, and I must have fallen asleep.

The clock was blurry, the room dark, who knows where my tablet ended up? I slid out of bed to pee and sighed. What was happening to me? Finding out about my quiet, polite stepson's obsession with me was overwhelming, and it didn't help that his father, my second husband, was acting as if he would be the third man to cast me aside like I had no value. I didn't bother with my bra, it was the middle of the night, but I slipped into my panties and t-shirt from earlier, then put my messy hair up in a ponytail. In the kitchen, I quietly drank some water, recycled it, made sure the kitchen was clean, then froze. Maybe that was my issue? Maybe I was too goal oriented, too focused? Maybe I just needed to relax and stop worrying about things? I sighed then went to check on Bree. She was sound asleep with her game controller thing in her hand and I swear to God herself, the character on the game on her TV was complaining, asking what the delay was, and it was kind of funny.

They make games where the character talks to the player?

How about that?

I shut everything off, tucked my beautiful daughter in, wished silently that she would wait at least 4 more years to discover boys, then kissed her head and shut her door. I opened Ryan's door and changed my life forever. He was standing there completely naked, seriously hard, and slowly stroking his huge, hard cock. Oh my goodness. I was nervous, anxious, confused and excited all at once as without thinking about it I slipped into his room and shut his door behind me. Ryan stopped stroking, stared at me wide eyed, and suddenly I felt like the prey in the wilds. The way my stepson was looking at me weakened my knees, made my heart flutter, and moistened my panties. I haven't seen that kind of hunger, that kind of desire ever. I took a step closer, Ryan inhaled deeply, then he said quietly "Jessica... you should leave." I swallowed past a dry throat and panted "Why?" Ryan's eyes widened even more, then he smiled a slick, scary smile and said, "Because if you don't I will fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

OH.

MY.

GOODNESS!

It happened so fast, I could barely process it, but when I took a step closer to my naked stepson, he growled "I warned you", and then he grabbed me roughly, tore at my t-shirt, ripped it right off me on the second try, then put his hand on my mouth grunting, "You be quiet." I whined "Ok" past his hand and shook with both fear and excitement. I was powerless and not completely sure I would have resisted if I could have. Ryan let go of my mouth, grabbed my breasts with both hands, and when I tripped, he caught me and literally threw me on his bed. My blood was boiling, my vision was cloudy, and I could feel an orgasm cued up and he hadn't even kissed me yet. I was scrambling around when Ryan grabbed me from behind, pushed me to face his wall and headboard, then yanked at my panties. My brain was filled with everything and nothing while my body couldn't wait for whatever Ryan was about to do with me... and to me.

With my panties at my thighs I was basically naked and when Ryan grabbed a fistfull of my ponytail I was completely under his control. I begged him to take me and he laughed, "I'm going to tease you like you've teased me all this time." I wasn't in the frame of mind to think that through, but I couldn't recall a whole lot of teasing... or any really. Regardless, with Ryan pulling at my panties, his hard cock touching and pressing at my tender thighs, and his other hand pulling on my ponytail, I uttered two words I never thought I would ever say. "FUCK ME." Ryan laughed "Anytime I want" and I moaned when I felt his huge, hard cock practically split me in half as he shoved it deep inside my wet, needy pussy. I was already close, and being stuffed like I was, he had barely stroked a few times when I lost all control of my mind and body with an epic orgasm better than any I had ever had.

I was moaning "Ryan. Oh God Ryan. Fuck me Ryan" when I heard a "THUMP" and then realized I was naked, spread legged in my bed with two fingers giving my soaked pussy everything it could handle. Oh my Lord in Heaven. What was happening to me? The thump was the tablet hitting the floor. I had kicked or squirmed all my sheets and covers to the floor, and this was the horniest I could ever recall being. My gosh, that dream had been so vivid it was like it actually happened. Good God if I didn't get a hold of myself, I was going to be the one getting divorced and my mom would never forgive me. I lay there with mixed feelings. Regret, shame, arousal, and confusion. Plus, it felt like I still needed to cum? It was almost midnight but I slipped into my shower, took a long hot one, then sat naked on my bed absently brushing my hair and thinking about nothing.

Then it hit me.

Becca would know.

My sister Rebecca was my best friend, closest confidant, and the apple to my orange. Where I was proudly shy, wholesome, discreet and chill, she was the sluttiest person I knew and proud of it. Oddly, she had married her high school boyfriend and they were still together. Hmmm... It wasn't until I had shut out the lights, let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes that I realized... I had gotten into bed to sleep naked. Naked! Oh boy I had to get myself under control. The next morning I was wary and worried, but either I had imagined making too much noise, or they hadn't heard me. The darn cat was snoozing on one of my dressers, not a care in the world.

I sighed.

Still no word from Mike, my idiotic husband, so I put on gray leggings, a clean t-shirt, went to the living room and saw Bree was eating cereal while watching an episode of FRASIER. A 14 year old watching FRASIER out of everything that was streamable? Ryan was sitting at the kitchen table with a laptop and a tablet while eating a breakfast bowl. I laughed "Are you studying for the bar?" Ryan blinked, seemed confused, so I sighed, "It's a test lawyers take to practice law." Ryan smiled then said, "No. I'm checking something. I know I'm not crazy Jessica, but it seems like someone was messing with both of my devices recently. Maybe yesterday."

I gasped, but through some fortune, Ryan misunderstood and thought I was worried for him. He said "It's not a big deal, I trust you and dad, I just..." then he glanced over at Bree watching TV and frowned. Ryan motioned me closer and blushed considerably as he whispered, "I hope she didn't...uh... I may have been... ahem... looking at some uh...." I grinned and whispered "Porn?" Ryan seriously blushed even redder, looked away, glanced at my braless chest in my t-shirt, then he swallowed and asked, "Are you mad?" I didn't recognize my own voice when I whispered "Honey, if you have to use porn to meet certain needs, I will never make you feel bad about it." Ryan was blushing red, beginning to sweat, and stared at me silently. I smiled innocently until I realized what he was staring at. My nipples. I was excited and they made sure Ryan knew it as they pressed nearly through the material of my t-shirt.

Now I blushed and said "It's Saturday" as if that explained everything.

I forced myself to turn, move away, got a cup of coffee, then went over and kissed my daughter on the top of her head. She smiled at me, paused her show, then asked "Can I go over to Katie's today?" I said "Yes" and she sighed, smiled at me, then resumed her show. Okay. Good talk. I realized Ryan was still staring at me and blushed as I asked "What?" He blinked then said "Nothing" as he went back to his investigation. A wave of heat passed over and through my body as I imagined him figuring out it was me that messed with his electronics and then spanking me.

Oh my Lord in Heaven.

Spanking me? Where did that come from?

I went to the patio. It was a nice warm Florida morning. I calmed myself down, finished my coffee, then went back inside. I rinsed out my cup, smiled at Ryan who stared at me, then went to my bedroom. Instead of making my bed, doing laundry or taking a shower, I called my sister Rebecca. She answered "Good morning sis. What's up?" I said "I need to see you. It's epic." Becca inhaled "Epic?" I asked "Please?" Becca said "Let me get dressed. Say an hour?" I asked "An hour to put clothes on and come five blocks?" Becca laughed "I have to get laid first babe. It's the best part of being married."

I was quiet because my info didn't agree with that assessment.

I just hung up, took a shower, and stared at myself in the mirror afterwards. I have a nice body, I'm pretty, and I love everyone. Why didn't the men in my life reciprocate? Sure I could work out, maybe wear a little make up, possibly dress sexier. I just didn't feel like I had to change to get someone to want me. As for my body, I decided to start going to the gym, maybe join a yoga class. I put on panties and a bra, simple socks, then a short sleeve, knee length dress. I was brushing my hair when Becca breezed in and I gasped. My polar opposite in every way, I was actually wondering how she got by my horny stepson without getting laid. While I'm 35, 5' 10", have dirty blonde hair, an average body and what I consider plain looks, Becca is 33, 6', has long red hair, a fit, toned body, is absolutely gorgeous, and was currently half naked or better in a VERY short skirt and half shirt.

I just stared at my sister with a mix of jealousy and envy.

Her skirt was measured in inches, started or ended at her upper thighs, real close to exposing her secret, and standing still I saw her panties were a soft pink. The half shirt might have started as a t-shirt, but like the wrestlers in WWE, she must have cut it to remove the arms, some of the neck, and half the bottom. Her bra was a match to her panties, a soft pink material, and I gasped "You slut." Becca grinned "I'm getting laid and you're not. Maybe you want to rethink the name calling?" I exhaled, hugged her, then whispered "I'm in a mess." Becca held me and asked "Mike?" I sighed, stepped back, we held hands, and I sighed again "Partly." Becca stared at me and then I asked cattily "How did you get by Ryan in that lack of outfit?" Becca blushed, "Better if you don't know." I stared past her for a long moment then asked my sister "Would you sleep with him?" She didn't even blink or hesitate when she said "Yes."

I didn't get mad, upset or even jealous.

Instead we sat side by side, holding hands and talking until I told her everything including my discoveries, my naughty dream, my fantasies, my thoughts, and my confliction. Becca pulled out her phone, searched, then showed me pictures of NIKKI BROOKS. I sighed, nodded, and she said "It's uncanny." I said "I know, and it worries me." Becca asked "Why? Because he's clearly into you, fantasizing about you, or that there's a pornstar who could be a dead ringer for you, or real close at least?" I sighed "Both. All of that." While we talked, Becca was searching, then asked "Did you know several of her stepson seduction videos are of her, the stepson and her sister?" I said "You know they're not actually related right? They're actors." Becca sighed "Leave it to you to overanalyze porn. Of course they're actors, and you missed my point." I said "No I didn't. You plan to sleep with Ryan and I couldn't stop you with a restraining order and a machine gun." Becca smiled at me and I can never take back the words when I asked, "Will you at least chill until I sleep with him?"

My sister didn't say a word or even react. She just got up, closed my bedroom door, came back, pushed me down, then crawled atop me and kissed me softly. The only girl I have ever kissed, my younger sister Becca never had to look for trouble, it always knew exactly where she was. After several heated kisses, or maybe one real long one, Becca played with my hair then asked "You want my help to seduce him?" I exhaled "How could you possibly know that?" Becca said "Because. We may be sisters but we've been best friends since I was 5." Yeah. I told her the ideas I read about, the couple of lame ones I had, and Becca kissed my lips then moved off me. She held me and said, "I have an idea for now and will think of some others." I waited and she asked "Are you okay doing this? Is this something you want to do once or keep doing?" I didn't know. After that incredibly realistic, very vivid dream, my answer was yes, but was it yes to once or many times?

Becca told me her idea and it was a wild one. There may be an erotic story written about something similar or the theme, and very likely there were probably several porn clips, scenes, maybe even videos of the idea. I asked "So we're going to tell him you need photos and then somehow suggest I be in the photos with him?" Becca said "I swear on my marriage that unless he pushes my buttons or asks to fuck me, I will just take the pictures and when he finally fucks you, I will slip out of the room. The rest is up to you babe." I laughed "Do I look stupid to you Rebecca? There is no man on this planet who wouldn't try to screw you once you were undressed. Heck, most men probably want you when you're dressed." Becca shook her head and said "When you ask yourself why your marriages didn't work, why Mike might be bailing, why men walk past you, this is why."

I flared, balled my fists, and glared at Becca.

I growled "How dare you?"

Becca said "You are beautiful, sexy and have a nice body. The trend for healthy, curvy, full figured women is now and besides, you're just a few workouts away from my body shape so suck it up Jess." I huffed but unclenched my fists then asked "Can you please just help me? At this point I don't care if Mike leaves me or divorces me. If Ryan is fantasizing about me so intently, I want to take advantage of it." Becca gasped "Wow. You really are repressed." I glared at Becca who held me and whispered "I will help you babe and when we're done, Ryan will be fucking you every chance he gets." I gasped but held Becca until she said "Poor thing. Once he starts fucking you, then we'll spring the full seduction on him and trust me... he'll never see it coming."

I was still sitting there stunned AND shocked when Becca left the room to get Bree ready to go to her friend Katie's. My brain was mush and my body was wired with excitement... and anxiety. Becca wanted to do this now. Today. I was still sitting there processing everything when she came in excited and said, "That was easier than I hoped. Katie's mom just took Bree and Katie to the mall and then over to their house." I nodded as Becca said "Okay. So handsome is in his room probably saying prayers and giving thanks. I convinced him that I need him to take some pictures for my ONLY FANS." I gasped "You're on ONLY FANS?" Becca laughed "Isn't everyone?" I huffed "I'm not" and Becca grinned then said "Kinda my point." I was pissy but Becca said "Stop pouting and put on sexy lingerie and your sluttiest dress." I gasped, "I don't have a slutty dress." Becca went to my closet and rifled around until she had my favorite white blouse that I've only worn twice. Both times I got laid.

Hmmm...

It was somewhat sheer, clingy, buttoned up the front, and not something I would normally wear. Both times I did, Mike screwed me like I was some kind of slut and suddenly I was getting Becca's point. I pointed at her ridiculously slutty skirt and asked "Do you think that would fit me?" Becca blinked, looked at her skirt, smiled, then slipped it off. My God that was sexy. I inhaled as my sister laughed, "If me slipping off my skirt excites you, there's hope."

Hope? What kind of hope?

Is it a good hope?

The fact that I let my sister undress me, touch my naked body, and came close to a meltdown during all of it spoke to my repression. The repression she mentioned that I had been ignoring until now. I don't know why Mike didn't want me, preferred INSTA models and TIKTOK babes. His son sure seemed to be into me and based on my discoveries last night, it appeared that that was exactly what he wanted... to be into me.

Was that sexy? It seemed sexy in my head.

Once Becca had me naked, she stripped to just her panties and I had a really bad good feeling. The last time the two of us were naked, she inducted me into what she called an exclusive club and gave me so many orgasms she said I owed her some. I kept telling myself I was straight and messing around with my sister didn't count towards anything else. Still I was seriously excited by the time Becca decided on skimpy, lacy pink panties and handed them to me. I swallowed, she stared at my wet lips, then grinned and placed her warm hand against my pussy. I inhaled slowly, but Becca didn't slip a finger inside me. She just slid her hand against, then away from my wet lips and said, "You're good."

Was I though?

Once I had the panties and matching bra on, I was wondering where I got them. And when? The skirt was snug, but it fit, and Becca purred in my ear "See? You're not much bigger than me, so stop with the self insults." Once I had the guaranteed sex blouse on, along with the slutty skirt, I stared into the mirror and almost fainted. JESUS. I looked like a slut. I was shaking as Becca put on a pair of my shorts then her torn, ripped shirt. I gasped "You didn't put underwear on" and she grinned "I know." I was really excited when Becca called to Ryan, then said to me, "In here is as good as anywhere."

I looked at my bed, blushed, then panted "Yeah."

Ryan came in, had been smiling at Becca, saw me in the slutty outfit, and gasped "Damn." Becca smiled behind him and said "Change of plans handsome. We're going to do a slutty stepmom shoot. Do you mind pretending to have sex with Jessica?"

... without question to be continued.

( Light on sex in this chapter because of so much story, but as you can see, plenty will be had in part 2 and beyond. This story was posted on 11/27/25. HAPPY THANKSGIVING to all! )

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