Mellanie Monroe sat at the vanity, brushing her long, chestnut hair. The mirror reflected her deep blue eyes and the flush in her cheeks. She was getting ready for my dad, a man who’d left her bruised more times than she could count. I, Nade Nasty, watched my stepmom hot from the doorway, my 22-year-old body tense with a mix of anger and arousal.
“You’re making yourself up for him?” I asked, my voice laced with disdain.
She turned to me, her eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “He’s coming back, Nade. I have to.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Mellanie. You could leave him.”
She sighed, standing up and facing me. Her tight jeans hugged her curves, and her low-cut top revealed ample cleavage. “It’s not that simple, Nade. You know that.”
I crossed my arms, my gaze flicking to her heaving chest. “Doesn’t make it right.”
She stepped closer, her pervy family perfume filling the room. “No, it doesn’t. But I’m not the one you should be angry with.”
I looked into her eyes, seeing the pain and resolve. “I know. But it’s hard not to be angry at him, and at you for putting up with it.”
She reached up, cupping my cheek. “I know, Nade. I’m sorry.”
I grabbed her wrist, my thumb brushing against her pulse. “You should be.”
She leaned into my touch, her breath hitching. “Nade…”
I pulled her closer, our bodies pressing together. “What, Mellanie?”
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
I hesitated, then leaned down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. She moaned, her hands gripping my shirt. I deepened the kissing, our tongues tangling.
“Fuck, Mellanie,” I groaned, breaking the kiss. “You’re playing with fire.”
She smiled, her eyes filled with desire. “I know. But I need this stepmom hot action, Nade. I need you.”
I spun her around, pushing her against the vanity. She gasped, her eyes widening. I leaned down, licking and sucking on her neck.
“Nade,” she moaned, her hands gripping the edge of the vanity.
I unbuttoned her top, revealing her lacy bra. I unhooked it, her breasts spilling out. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling.
“Oh, God, Nade,” she moaned, arching her back.
I slid my hand down, cupping her pussy through her jeans. She was wet, her moans growing louder. I unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down her hips. She stepped out of them, her bare pussy inches from my face.
I licked her, her juices coating my tongue. She tasted sweet, her moans driving me wild. I slid two fingers into her, her walls gripping me tightly.
“You’re so wet, Mellanie,” I growled.
“Yes,” she panted. “Please, Nade. I need you.”
I stood up, unbuckling my belt. She turned around, her eyes on my cock. I grabbed her hips, sliding into her slowly. She moaned, her head falling back.
“Fuck, Mellanie,” I grunted, starting to move. “You feel so good.”
She met my thrusts, her moaning filling the room. I could hear the wet sounds of our bodies coming together, her whimpers of pleasure.
“Harder, Nade,” she begged. “Fuck me harder.”
I obliged the stepmom hot action, slamming into her. She cried out, her nails digging into the vanity. I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building.
“Yes, Nade,” she moaned. “Yes, yes, yes.”
I could feel my own orgasm building, my cock throbbing. I pulled out, my cum spurting onto her back. She moaned, her body convulsing as she came.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies heaving. Then, I heard the front door open.
“Mellanie?” my dad called out.
Stepmom and stepson, we froze, then scrambled to get dressed. I could see the fear in Mellanie’s eyes, the same fear I saw every time he was around. But for a moment, we’d forgotten about him. We’d forgotten about everything but the two of us.
“In here,” Mellanie called out, her voice steady.
I looked at her, our eyes meeting. I could see the resolve in her eyes, the same resolve I’d seen earlier. She was going to put on a show for him, like she always did. But for that moment, she’d been mine. And I’d been hers.
