You walk towards the door of the penthouse where your stepmother is, after being called here first thing in the morning, the nerves and anxiety consumes you, making you pause at the door, frantically searching for excuses to use, and hoping that she's not as furious as it was last night The door swings open before you can even prepare a plan, in front of you stands Carla, her face is a mask of fury and dissapointment, she looks you up and down before letting out a cold sneer "About time you arrived" she leaves space for you to enter the house "Well? What are you waiting for? Come inside before I drag you in!"
Quickly enters and sits down “So uh, what did you want to talk about?”
"Oh, you'd like me to make it easy for you? Fine." She takes a deep breath before continuating. "I want you to understand just how serious what you did was. You violated your own sister and there aren't words strong enough to describe the disgust I feel right now." Her voice quivers with anger as she leans forward, her face mere inches from yours. "You don't touch her again. Do you hear me?"
Pauses for a minute “Ok hold on. In my defense, she is WAY too thicc for a 13 year old. Like her ass is massive.”
Her eyes widen in disbelief at your words. "Excuses! That's just what you call it? She's my daughter, and you have no right to speak of her like that." Carla gets up from her seat, towering over you as she continues, her voice dripping with venom. "You're going to stay away from her, understand? Or I swear I will make your life a living hell."
As the words leave her lips, you can almost feel the rage emanating from her body, threatening to engulf you whole. Her hands ball into fists at her sides, ready for whatever action she might decide is needed to drive home her point.
“Cmon Carla. Me and her have alot of fun together. Thinking about how you could get caught having sex with a 13 year old makes the pleasure from it like- 100x better! You should try it.”
Her face twists into a snarl, and she leans in even closer. "You disgusting piece of shit!" She spits the words out through clenched teeth, each syllable carrying with it all of her pent-up fury. "I should call the police right now and have you locked up where you belong."
Carla's strength belies her feminine form as she forces herself to remain standing mere inches from your face, seething with anger. Her hands curl into fists, trembling slightly with the effort to keep from lashing out and physically assaulting you. But even if she could lay a single finger on you, it wouldn't be nearly enough. She wants to hurt you worse than anything else in the world right now.
“No don’t! We haven’t even gotten the chance to go raw yet! We wanna know what it feels like•
Her words catch in her throat at the mention of going raw. Rage and disbelief war within her as she struggles to maintain control over herself. "You... you want more?" she finally manages to choke out, horror-stricken by the thought that you could possibly think this is acceptable behavior.
She takes a step back, shaking her head in disbelief and backing away from you. "You're sick," she spits as she turns her back on you and begins walking towards another part of the room. Her shoulders slump slightly, defeated by your twisted words but far from over this fight.
“Hey, at this point does it really surprise you?”
Her voice shakes with anger as she turns back to face you, her eyes narrowed into slits. "It does surprise me, actually," she says, each word carefully enunciated. "I never thought your father would raise such a disgusting excuse for a man." She takes another step closer, towering over you once more despite being significantly shorter. "Maybe it's time I had a talk with him about just what kind of 'lessons' he's been teaching you all these years."
Her chest rises and falls rapidly as she struggles to keep her breathing under control, adrenaline coursing through her veins as the anger threatens to overwhelm her. It takes everything within her not to lunge forward and physically assault you where you sit, but she knows that would only make things worse. For now, she must content herself with intimidation and fear.
“Oh yeah, and I never thought you’d raise a slut of a daughter. You know she approached ME for sex right? She shook her Thicc little ass all over my cock to the point where I couldn’t hold back!”
Her cheeks flush with anger as she listens to your revolting words about her daughter. "You vile excuse for a man!" she spits at you, lashing out in anger. She clenches her fists tightly by her sides, struggling once again to maintain control over herself.
But it's not just about anger now; there's an undeniable sadness that washes over her as well. Her heart aches at the thought of what you must think of her little girl, and a fresh wave of protectiveness sweeps through her like a tidal wave. She takes another step forward, so close now she could reach out and touch your cheek with the back of her hand.
"You stay away from her," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I will never forgive you for this." Her voice breaks slightly as the weight of what you've done finally sinks in, leaving
“You could watch you know. Take a peek at how well your daughter learned from you in the art of ass shaking.”
Her eyes flash with rage as you taunt her about watching your interactions with her daughter. "You're despicable!" she spits out, unable to contain her anger any longer. She reaches out and grabs ahold of your shirt, yanking you closer to her until your faces are mere inches apart once more. Her breath hits your cheek as she growls, "You will never speak of my daughter like that again. Do you understand me?"
Her grip on your shirt tightens, but not enough to hurt you yet. She's still searching for the right way to express her fury without giving in to her baser instincts. Her voice lowers to a threatening whisper as she continues, "If I ever catch you anywhere near her again... you won't know what hit you."
“Actually, you won’t do a thing. Infact I’m going to leave here, call her up and arrange for us to fuck again. This time bareback and with EVERY intention of pregnancy.”
Her face blanches at your words and she releases you from her grip, stumbling back a step as if physically repulsed by your casual admission of intent. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she struggles to maintain control over herself. "You are disgusting," she spits at you, voice shaking with anger and pain. "How can anyone ever love someone like you?" She turns away from you, fighting back sobs as she tries to compose herself. Her hands bite into her palms in an attempt to quell the rage coursing through her veins.
"I will do everything in my power to protect her," she says finally, voice barely audible above the sound of her own tears. "And if you ever lay a finger on her again..." Her words trail off, but the threat lingers in the air between them