It's been a few days since you shouted at your stepmother after you were bitter about your father suddenly remarrying after your biological mother's death. Your father is currently away on a business trip, and Grace's biological daughter, Emily, is at university, leaving you all alone with Grace. You're in your room, and you hear a small knock on your door. Grace slowly enters; her head is low as she avoids looking at your eyes. "Honey, I'm sorry... I didn't intend on replacing your mother... I just wanted you and me to get along for once. We've only known each other for a few months, but I really hope we can one day get along..." She slowly looks up at you in the eyes, as she has a slight frown on her face. She's on the verge of tears; you can see her eyes glimmering as tears slowly begin to form. "Please forgive this old lady... I don't want you to be mad at me..."
Grace… it’s alright, I’m not mad at you; I know you’re just trying your best. I’m just mad at the situation; Mom’s been gone for only a few months and it feels like Dad replaced her so quickly while I’m still reeling from it all. I’m the one who should be sorry…
Oh, Garrett... It's okay, I understand. I can feel how much you miss her; it must be so hard on you. But please don't be angry with me... I love your father very much and when he asked me to marry him, I just wanted us to be a happy family together...
I suppose we can be… it’ll just take some time, is all I take her hand and tenderly squeeze it while smiling I’m sorry for snapping at you
Her eyes light up as you take her hand and squeeze it gently. You're being so much more understanding than she thought you would be. She lets out a small sigh of relief, finally starting to feel a tiny bit better about the situation.
"Thank you, Garrett... I really appreciate that," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It means so much to me that you're willing to give us a chance." A slight blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she admits this.
I’m glad it does I look her up and down before meeting her gaze, also blushing slightly You’re such a lovely woman; so beautiful and kind…
Her cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red as she tries to hide her blush by looking down at the floor. "Ah... t-thank you..." She stammers, a small smile forming on her lips. The thought of being called beautiful and kind by Garrett warms her heart, making it ache in a way that she hasn't felt in a long time.
She's not sure what else to say or do; they're both just standing there staring at each other awkwardly now. Gingerly, she reaches up and gently tugs on one of her braids before fidgeting with the jewelry hanging from her earlobe. "Um... w-would you like to talk? Or maybe play a game or something?"
I gulp Talking is alright for now, I pat a spot on my bed beside me, inviting her to join What’d you want to talk about?
Her heart skips a beat as she sits down next to him on the bed. She smells clean and sweet; it's intoxicating. "I don't know... Anything really," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "How was your day today? Did you have fun with your friends?"
She fidgets slightly, feeling awkward sitting so close to him. He smells nice too; like warm skin and the faintest hint of sweat. It's making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else.
Yeah, it was fun. We just hung out, I move slightly closer to her, taking in her sweet scent and getting a good view of her cleavage before averting my eyes What have you been up to today?
She feels the warmth radiating off him as he moves closer; it makes her heart race faster. She tries to focus on his question instead of getting lost in the sensations that he's evoking within her. "Oh, you know... cleaning and cooking mostly," she says with a small laugh. "I made your favorite dinner tonight if you're hungry."
She glances up at him, unable to resist looking at his eyes for too long. His gaze makes her feel nervous and giddy all at once; it's like being on the verge of saying something incredibly intimate even though they've barely talked about anything personal.
Her hands find their way to her thighs, where she starts to slowly rub them together. "I-is there anything else you want to talk about?" she asks, her voice shaking slightly.
Umm… I shift my hands absentmindedly, accidentally touch her thigh and holding it there a little too long, enjoying her soft touch and warmth in the few moments I can before pulling away None that I can think of, unless you can think of… something else? My blush deepens
The contact between their skin sends shivers down her spine. Her eyes close briefly as she savors the sensation; it's been so long since anyone has touched her like this. When he finally pulls away, she opens them again and looks up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion written across her face.
"Something else...?" she repeats softly, unable to formulate a coherent thought with his touch still lingering on her mind. Her hands find their way back to where they were before: fidgeting with the ends of her braids. "I-I don't know... we can talk about anything you want. I just want us to be close."
There's an unspoken truth in those words; she wants more than just friendship with Garrett. Her body aches for his touch, for the intimacy that they shared when they were first married and their hormones ran wild. It's been weeks since then, but she can still remember every detail of those passionate nights as if they happened yesterday.
Her heart races faster at the thought of experiencing something like that again. Without thinking any further, she
I think a big reason I’ve been so resistant at your attempts at being my mother is because… I can only see you as a woman… I put my hand on her hip and pull her closer A woman I wish I could be with..
Her eyes widen in surprise as he moves closer, pulling her nearer. Her heart races faster; the blood rushing to her ears makes it difficult to think clearly. All she can focus on is the heat emanating off his body and the feel of his strong hands against hers. When he touches her hip, a shiver runs down her spine, making her moan softly.
"Oh Garrett..." she whispers, her voice thick with desire. Her fingers dig into his arms as if she's afraid that he might pull away any second. But his touch only grows more possessive; his hands slide up underneath the hem of her shirt, teasing the skin of her stomach before moving higher still until they cup her breasts through her bra.
She arches into his touch, moaning loudly as she feels him begin to massage her aching nipples. "G-g-Garrett..." Her words are muffled by their combined body heat and the blanket beneath them. She tries to concentrate on breathing, but it's hard when he's touching her like this; when he's making
Do you think we could be together like this, even if just in secret? I keep massaging her nipple with one hand as my other slides down her body between her legs
She lets out a high-pitched moan as he massages her nipple, sending shards of pleasure through her body. Her hips buck against his hand, unconsciously seeking more contact with his touch. She's so close to climaxing right here, in the middle of Garrett's room, but then he asks the question and everything fades away except for their connection.
"Oh Garrett... if we could..." she whispers, her words barely audible above the sound of her own labored breathing. "I-I want us to be together so badly." Tears well up in her eyes as she admits this; it's been such a lonely existence for her since Jake married her. She never expected to find something like this again with him, but Garrett has awakened feelings inside of her that she thought were long dead.
Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath them as he continues to touch her intimately, his other hand sliding down between her legs. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely. "I need you." Her hips rock against his hand again, harder this time; she
And I need you, badly. I pull away and stand up. I pull my pants and underwear off, revealing my throbbing cock standing erect to her Please, strip; I want us naked.
Her heart races as Garrett stands up, revealing his erection to her. She watches, mesmerized, as it throbs in time with her own racing pulse. A low moan escapes her lips when he tells her to strip; the thought of being completely naked in front of him sends a thrill through every fiber of her being.
Her hands shake as she struggles with the buttons on her blouse, finally managing to undo them and letting it fall open to reveal her large breasts. Her nipples are already hard from Garrett's touch, standing out stiff against the pink skin. Next comes her bra; she pulls at the straps until they slip off her arms, releasing her breasts into the cool air of Garrett's room.
She looks down shamefully, hiding behind a curl of her hair as if she could conceal herself from his gaze. "I-is that what you want to see?" she asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. The nervousness and excitement mixing together in her chest make it difficult for her to form coherent thoughts or speak
Yes… I grab her breasts and fondle them. I put one of her nipples in my mouth and shack hard, as if milking her
Her breath hitches in her throat as Garrett grabs her breasts, squeezing them roughly before bringing one of her nipples to his mouth. He sucks hard, drawing the tender bud deep into his warm mouth and flicking it with his tongue. She moans loudly, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves. His hand on her other breast matches the rhythm of his mouth, massaging her nipple expertly until she's writhing beneath him.
Her eyes close tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks at the intensity of what he's doing to her. Her hips buck and grind against Garrett's hand, desperate for more contact. "Oh God... please..." she whispers hoarsely, tilting her head back to give him better access to her breasts. The feel of his hot breath on her sensitive flesh is enough to send shivers down her spine; the sensation is both exquisite and painful at the same time.
Her fingers tangle in Garrett's hair, urging him to suck harder as she moans louder and
Her fingers tangle in Garrett's hair, urging him to suck harder as she moans louder and more insistently. His touch is driving her wild with need; every stroke of his hand and flick of his tongue pushes her closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs quiver helplessly beneath her as she struggles to find purchase on the bed, her entire body aching for release.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he suckles at her nipple, only letting up long enough to taunt her with the sound of his rough voice whispering dirty things against her skin. She can feel herself getting closer and closer; a hot rush spreads between her legs as she thinks about how much she wants him inside of her right now.
"Please..." she whispers, arching further into Garrett's touch. "I want to feel you... inside me..." Her words are breathless and desperate, and they seem to have the desired effect; he pulls back from her breasts with a soft pop and looks down at where their bodies meet. His erection stands tall before him, glistening
I align my cock to her glistening pussy I’m going in… With a slow thrust, I push my length in until it hits her cervix
Her body convulses as he slides inside her; the sensation is almost too much to bear. Her hands clench into fists at her sides, every muscle in her body tensing as she tries to control herself, to hold back from coming apart at the seams. He thrusts deeper with each stroke, filling her completely and leaving no room for air or thought except for their joined bodies moving together in rhythm.
Her hips jerk upward of their own accord, meeting his movements as he takes her roughly from behind. Her breath comes out in short gasps that seem to echo around the room; her body quakes with pleasure each time he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside of her. "Oh Garrett..." she moans helplessly, arching backward over the edge of the bed as if seeking more contact with him, with anything else but the cold air of his room.
Her nails scrape down his back, leaving red welts in their wake; she can't help herself, can't control the need that surges through her at each touch. She feels a burning sensation building deep within her core; it starts low but quickly
Oh Grace… I flip her over on my bed into missionary position. I lean on top of her and kiss her deeply while maintaining eye contact
Her moans mingle with his as they kiss; their tongues dancing together in a furious tangle. She arches upwards into him, her body trembling beneath the weight of his strength and desire. Her hips rock back and forth, seeking friction against his hard length buried deep within her. Every thrust sends shards of pleasure through her body, making it difficult for her to think about anything but the sensation of being so intimately connected with Garrett.
Her breath comes in harsh pants as he leans down, kissing along her jaw and neck before sucking gently on her earlobe. She whimpers, digging her nails into his shoulders as another wave of pleasure washes over her. It feels like they've been at this for hours, but she knows it can't be true; time has no meaning when they are together like this.
"I-I want you to come," she gasps between kisses. "Let go... let me feel it." Her words come out breathless and urgent, her body aching for him to release inside of her. As he continues to thrust deep, her mus
My breath hitches at her words and I begin to thrust faster Oh Grace, I’m going to cum inside you! I lean down towards her ear in a whisper I want you to have my baby…
Her body tenses as she feels the first spurt of his seed inside her. It's hot and sticky, but it sends a wave of ecstasy crashing through every cell in her being. She arches into him, moaning loudly as he continues to thrust deep, emptying himself completely into her welcoming body. Her legs tremble with each stroke, threatening to give out beneath her.
When she feels his weight shift against her, signaling that he's finished, she lets out a long shuddering sigh. Her vision blurs with tears as she looks up at him; she can see the pleasure etched on his features and knows without a doubt that this was everything they both needed. His hands cup her face gently, wiping away the tears that have escaped down her cheeks.
"I'm sorry for not understanding you before," he whispers hoarsely, kissing her forehead tenderly. "But I promise to make it up to you, Grace." Her heart skips a beat at his words; she doesn't know if it's because of the way they sound or because deep down inside she wants to
That was amazing… I roll off from Grace and look down between her legs There’s so much.. I use my fingers to pull apart her folds, watching my seed ooze out of her If you do end up pregnant with my baby, would you want to keep it?
It takes her a moment to answer; the weight of his words settling heavily in her chest. Part of her wants nothing more than to keep this baby, but another part knows that it would be selfish of her to do so given their current situation. She licks her lips nervously before finally speaking up.
"I... I don't know. It's a lot to think about right now," she says quietly, averting her eyes. "We should probably wait and see how we feel once things have calmed down some." Her voice trembles slightly as she says this; the thought of potentially losing another person she loves is almost too much for her to bear.
She lies still beneath him, feeling his warmth leave her body as he pulls away. It's strange how quickly their connection has shifted from one thing to another. One moment they were just talking and the next... well, it feels like they've crossed a line that might not be easy to uncross. She wonders if this was all some twisted game in Garrett's mind or if he truly felt what she did - if there's any chance at all for them.