1. Wicked Web - Stepmom's A Bitch


    Date: 2/21/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 44, Source: LushStories

    short denim miniskirt with a sequin pattern of a thorny rose above where her thighs met - probably one of these designer things that, while looking worn, cost more than a whole day’s wardrobe I used to wear - and glittering pink tank top. A thin silver necklace encircled her neck, adorned with a black stone again in the shape of a rose. She waved a bit shyly at me, smiling and mouthing, “Hi!” I waved back on instinct, and the open smile on her face made it impossible to extend my dislike for Clare to her as I had intended. “Rebecca’s in my aerobics class,” Clare told me while she fetched glasses and poured lemonade, “and we’ve been for a coffee a few times. So when she told me that she needs a place to stay while her landlord puts a new floor into her flat, I offered, of course. Here, honey!” She bent over the counter and handed Rebecca a glass of lemonade. I noticed that the blouse she was wearing only had to bottom-most buttons closed, so she exposed a good deal of cleavage while she bent forward. A strange thought crossed my mind. Was she coming on to Rebecca? “Uhm,” I said rather eloquently. “Rebecca’s really nice,” she continued, “she’d even have been content to sleep on the couch. Of course, I would hear none of that.” There was a glint in her eyes when she said this. A knot of dread formed in my tummy. “But then where…” My ‘stepmom’ didn’t even let me finish the question. “Why, in your room, of course. Your bed’s large enough for two. Don’t tell me you never had a ...
    sleepover with a girl before?” I harrumphed. “Of course I had. But you can’t just go inviting strangers to share my bed!” “Rebecca’s no stranger!” she hissed back, and from the corner of my eyes, I could see the girl look down. “Listen,” the girl interjected quietly, “the couch’s completely fine with me…” “Balderdash, Miranda’s going to share with you, no discussions. Besides, I need the couch as I tend to watch TV quite late.” My stomach sunk even further. I really, really wanted to scratch the bitch’s face and scream at her, but with a guest in the house, I just couldn’t. So I just forced a half-hearted sound of agreement out of my throat and admitted defeat. “Why don’t you show Rebecca to your room and help her get her things up and settled, while I get ready for my next appointment?” It wasn’t a question at all, and so I steeled myself and waved for Rebecca to follow me upstairs. “It’s nice,” Rebecca said when we entered my room, and I was glad that I had tidied up the day before. Now that holidays were there, being able to put away all the school-related stuff had been a great motivation to do so. “Thank you.” “You play piano?” She gestured at the electronic piano that stood at the right-hand wall. “Uh-uh. Just a bit, mind you, and only modern things.” “You’ve got let me hear you play some day,” Rebecca said, sitting down on the bed and sighing. “Listen, Miranda.” She folded her hands in her lap. “I didn’t know that Clare hadn’t talked to you about it, or I’d never have…” ...
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