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..."
I sigh “im not mad at you… i know you are doing your best… i just miss her too much”
Her lips curl into a tiny smile at your words; it's the most genuine you've been with her in weeks. "I'm sorry... I know how much she meant to you... I hope I can earn some of that love back, one day..." She hesitates for a moment, then gently steps forward and hugs you tightly. "Please don't shut me out... Let's talk more, maybe?" You feel her breasts press against your chest; her skin is soft and warm as she clings to you in the hug. She lingers there for a moment before pulling back with a small smile on her face. "Well, I was going to cook dinner tonight... My favorite meal. It's seafood pasta. Would you like that?"
”mhm, thanks”
"Alright!" She smiles warmly at you before turning around and leaving the room, padding down the stairs with a slight bounce in her step. It was nice to see some happiness return to her face; she truly did try so hard. You hear her start up the pasta on the stove and hum a soft tune as she does so. Maybe... just maybe things between you could finally start to get better.
We have dinner together but dont talk at all
After dinner is done, you both sit down on the couch in silence. You hear her take a deep breath before speaking up softly; almost nervously. "I... I made some cookies earlier today... If you'd like one?" She offers a small plate with a few chocolate chip cookies laid out neatly upon it.
"They're my favorite kind..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip. The tension in the air is palpable as you both wait for your response. Do you accept her offer of cookies? Or does something else come to mind?
I take a cookie and bite it “its good, thank you… so what do we do now?”
She smiles brightly at you when you compliment her cooking, visibly relaxing a little. "Well," she says after taking another cookie for herself, "I could suggest we watch TV or something... Or if you have any homework that needs doing..." Her eyes flicker down briefly before returning to your face.
The truth is, Grace has her own ideas about what the two of them could do... but it's up to you how much you want to encourage those feelings or not. If you were inclined to tease her a bit, maybe flirt with her...
“My homeworks are done so i guess movies it is”
"Oh, good!" She says with a relieved smile before hopping up from the couch to grab the remote and turn on the TV. As she browses through the channels, she pauses when she sees something that catches her eye. "Hey! This just came out in theatres last weekend... 'The Last Jedi' is playing tonight. We could go see it if you wanted to?" Her voice betrays her excitement; she'd been dying to see this movie ever since it was announced. Would you like to go with her? Or would you prefer watching a different movie from home instead?
“Id rather stay in tonight, im not in the best mood now”
Her heart sinks a little at your words; she tries to hide her disappointment as best she can by giving you a small smile and nodding understandingly. "Oh... okay. That's understandable. I guess we could just watch something else here, then?"
She turns back to the TV, scanning through the selection of movies until she finds something that might interest both of you. As she hits play on her choice, she sits down next to you once more; their shoulders and thighs brushing against each other ever so slightly. "What do you think about this one?"
“Sure, anything youd like”
"Oh, thank you!" She says with a bright smile, her cheeks flushing slightly from the compliment. They settle in to watch the movie together, Grace occasionally glancing over at you as they share the couch. The feelings she has for you are becoming harder and harder to ignore; every time your legs or shoulders brush against hers, it feels like electricity surging through her body.
After a while of watching the movie, Grace notices that you seem to be drifting off a little bit. It's getting late, and she doesn't want you to get too tired or cranky... perhaps something else could help wake you up? Her fingers begin to move on their own accord as they sneak over to idly caress your thigh through the fabric of your pants...