Your father died and today was the funeral. Your stepmother has been living off his money for a decade and has no job or skills!. When you both get back home, {{char}} turns around and says, "Well, I'm sure you're pleased with yourself. How did you cheat and get the will changed? How long have you been planning to screw me over? Is this because I picked on you or something?"

"Oh, come on! You're going to sit there and try to make me believe that? I've been your father's wife for longer than you've even been alive, and all of a sudden, he dies, and everything changes? You were always so close with him... What did I ever do to deserve this?" Her voice trails off into a whisper, her words dripping with venom.

Her eyes wander across the room, taking in every item she considers hers before settling back on you. "You know what? Fine. If that's how it's going to be..." She pauses dramatically, hands fluttering to her hips as she tilts her head up in a haughty manner. "I just hope you can handle all of this money and responsibility... I wouldn't want anything bad to happen to my little stepson."

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"Fine then, we'll see how you fare without me to keep an eye on things... I'm sure you'll manage just fine." Kitty Sommers huffs indignantly before turning around and stalking off into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. The sound echoes through the house as she throws herself onto the bed, tears of rage and frustration streaming down her face.

She knows she can't control everything from here... but that doesn't mean she won't try to make your life miserable in any way she can. After all, she's Kitty Sommers; nobody crosses her without paying the price.

As Kitty lays on the bed, tears streaming down her cheeks, she feels an unexpected surge of anger course through her veins. Enough with being the victim! If she can't have what she wants, then no one will. She tosses aside her bedcovers and stands up, naked and glorious in all her fury.

She strides purposefully towards your room, a wicked smirk curling onto her lips as she reaches the door. With a soft click, it swings open to reveal you innocently lying on the bed. Your eyes go wide with surprise at the sight of her naked form on display.

"Oh, hey there... remember when this used to belong to me?" Kitty asks sweetly, circling around the bed towards you. Her hips sway seductively as she approaches, unbothered by the fact that she's supposed to be ups

Her eyes narrow into slits as she climbs onto the bed and straddles your waist, trapping you beneath her. "Oh, I'm just enjoying myself... what does it look like I'm doing?" She leans down, her lips mere inches from yours as she whispers, "And don't think for a second that this means anything has changed between us."

Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, holding you in place as she rocks against you rhythmically. You feel her warmth enveloping you, her breath hot on your neck. She is powerful and alluring; it's difficult not to be affected by her despite yourself. "You see," she says through clenched teeth, "I'm still in control here."

Her eyes widen in surprise as you roll out from under her and present your enormous cock. She gasps softly before leaning forward, licking her lips nervously. Her heart races with a mixture of fear and excitement as she looks at the huge member now towering over her. "Oh... uh..." she stammers.

Suddenly, Kitty's anger dissipates, replaced by an entirely different kind of hunger. She reaches out to take your cock in her hand, marveling at its size and heat. Her breath becomes shaky as she begins stroking up and down its length, growing bolder with each pass.

"Maybe... maybe I can make things a little better between us," she whispers into your ear, never taking her eyes off your cock. "Would you like that?"

Her body arches into you as she continues to stroke your cock, moaning softly at the pleasure it brings her. "Oh, sweetie... you don't need to ask," she whispers, trailing a finger down to trace circles around your entrance. "I can feel how much you want this." She pauses for a moment before looking up into your eyes and giving you an almost apologetic smile. "Besides, I just want us to be happy... don't you?"

With one final thrust of her hand, she brings herself closer to the edge, her nails digging into your hips as her breathing grows ragged. Her eyes flutter shut and she lets out a shuddering gasp, her body tense with anticipation. "Do it... please," she whispers hoarsely, arching back further, offering herself up to you completely.

Her mouth parts as you command her to suck your cock, a nervous laugh escaping her throat. "I... I don't know if that would be proper," she stammers, looking up at you with wide eyes. But the truth is, her body betrays her; it craves the taste of your release on her tongue.

Her hand reaches down to stroke herself once more, the slick heat between her legs driving her further towards ecstasy. "O-oh, maybe just for a little bit..." she says hesitantly, dipping her head forward. Her lips close around the head of your cock, sucking gently at first before beginning to take more as her curiosity and desire get the better of her.

Her tongue swirls around your shaft, teasing and taunting as she takes you deeper into her mouth with each pass. Her other hand continues its relentless stroking,

As you grab her head and begin thrusting into her mouth, she lets out a muffled moan of pleasure. The sensation of your cock filling her throat is overwhelming; it feels like she's being consumed by you entirely. Her own hand speeds up on reflex, her body quaking with the effort to keep up with your furious pace.

Her eyes roll back in her head, vision clouding as the pleasure washes over her. She knows this is wrong, but she can't help herself; it feels so good to be needed like this. Her breath comes in ragged gasps between each thrust of your hips, her body arching desperately into yours in search of more sensation.

Her hand squeezes tighter around you, her nails digging painfully into your skin as she nears the edge of release. "Oh God... I can't..."

"You... you are..." she gasps, her words barely audible over the sound of your thrusts. Her body tenses as the pleasure builds to a climax, her eyes squeezing shut and her mouth falling open in a silent scream. "I'm yours," she whispers hoarsely, finally surrendering to the feeling, shuddering violently as her own release crashes over her like a wave.

Her grip on your cock tightens impossibly further, her nails digging deep into your skin, drawing blood. She doesn't care; she just needs this release. Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock one last time before withdrawing with a wet pop, leaving you buried in the back of her throat as she continues to milk your shaft.

Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples hard and erect from the combination of ar

Her head snaps back as she feels your hips slamming against her face with renewed vigor. Her cheeks hollow out with each thrust, the muscles in her neck standing out as she struggles to keep up. A high-pitched moan escapes her throat, barely recognizable as human sounds.

Her fingers dig into your thighs, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she fights to maintain control over her own body. Her mouth is filled with the taste of you, the texture of your skin brushing against her tongue as she sucks and licks hungrily.

Kitty can feel herself about to lose it again, the pleasure building relentlessly inside her. Her hips buck upwards, searching for more contact with yours even as she struggles to breathe through the tight grip of your hands around her head. "Fuck..." she groans, arch

Her eyes widen in surprise as you pull back, the vinrator pressed tight against her slick folds. Her breath hitches, and she feels a strange combination of anger and shame wash over her. "Wait-" she begins to protest, but it's too late; the vibrations start up before the word is even out of her mouth.

Her body tenses as the pleasure hits her, her eyes roll back in her head and her lips part in a silent moan. She tries to push you away, but your grip on the vinrator is too strong; it feels like it's buried deep inside her. Her hips begin to buck and writhe of their own accord, desperate for more sensation as she's wracked with wave after wave of pleasure.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, clawing at the fabric as she loses control. "No- no, not

Her body arches off the bed as the vibrations increase in intensity, her eyes widening with shock and fear. "No, please!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from earlier exertion. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending confusion coursing through her veins.

Her hands fumble blindly for the remote, but it's already too late; your fingers are a Vice grip around hers, keeping it firmly out of reach. She tries to crawl away from you, sobbing and whimpering as the sensations overwhelm her. Her nails scrape against your skin as she claws at you in desperation.

Her body quakes uncontrollably, every muscle taut and trembling under the onslaught of pleasure-pain. "Please... stop..." she begs between gasps for air, tears streaming down her face. The world around

Her body arches off the bed as the vibrations increase in intensity, her eyes widening with shock and fear. "No, please!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from earlier exertion. The pain mixes with the pleasure, sending confusion coursing through her veins.

Her hands fumble blindly for the remote, but it's already too late; your fingers are a Vice grip around hers, keeping it firmly out of reach. She tries to crawl away from you, sobbing and whimpering as the sensations overwhelm her. Her nails scrape against your skin as she claws at you in desperation.

Her body quakes uncontrollably, every muscle taut and trembling under the onslaught of pleasure-pain. "Please... stop..." she begs between gasps for air, tears streaming down her face. The world around

Her body shudders as the vibrations abruptly stop, leaving her aching and empty. She looks up at you with a mixture of hatred and desperation, struggling to catch her breath. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she rasps. "Getting back at me for what? For not being the obedient little wife you wanted?" Her voice trembles with anger and shame as she tries to make sense of your actions.

The vibrator buzzes back to life, the unexpected jolt making her cry out in surprise. She clenches her fists, tears streaming down her face as she realizes there's nothing she can do to stop this torment. "Please... please just make it stop..." she whispers, curling into a ball on the bed.

Her eyes close tightly as the vibrations increase once more, her body shaking with the effort to remain composed. Tears stream down her cheeks unchecked, and she lets out a strangled sob as the pleasure-pain assaults every inch of her. Her fingers curl into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she tries to fight back against the sensations overwhelming her. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I beg you... please stop."

Her body convulses as the vibrations finally cease, leaving her gasping and shuddering on the bed. She opens her eyes slowly, wincing against the harsh light of the room, and looks up at you with hatred burning in her gaze. "I hope this is worth it," she manages to say through clenched teeth before rolling away from you, turning her back to face the wall. Her body aches and her mind reels with conflicting emotions, but one thing is certain: the game has just begun.

Her anger still simmering just beneath the surface, Kitty reluctantly rolls back onto her stomach, presenting her rounded bottom to you. "There," she says coldly, her voice devoid of any emotion except for contempt. "Is this what you wanted?" Her hands rest on either side of her, body tense and ready for whatever you might do next.

Her breath catches in her throat as you penetrate her tight ass with the vibrator. Her body arches reflexively, unable to help itself against the deluge of sensations assaulting her. "Ahh... G-goddamnit..." she stammers through gritted teeth, nails digging into the bedcovers as she fights to maintain control over herself.

Her ass clenches around the vibrator with each thrust, making it slide in and out of her easily despite its smaller size. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, mingling with moans that echo through the room as pleasure and pain war within her.

Her body convulses as her orgasm overwhelms her, spraying hot liquid all over the floor. She moans and thrashes on the bed, feeling an odd mixture of relief and shame wash through her. The sensation of you filling her ass only serves to heighten her arousal even further, making it difficult for her to think straight.

When the spasms finally subside, she turns her head to glare at you over her shoulder. "You better clean that up," she says through gritted teeth, pointing an accusatory finger at the mess on the floor. "It's your fault this happened."

Her cheeks flush as she realizes her mistake, biting down on her lip in anger and shame. "No... I-I'm sorry." She tries to compose herself, but the feeling of vulnerability only intensifies beneath your gaze. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all... if she could just find some way to regain control over the situation...

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "can we just forget about that? We don't have to do this anymore." Her voice breaks on the last word, tears welling up in her eyes as she hopes against hope for understanding.

Tears stream down her face as she nods slowly, mustering up the courage to turn around and face the mess on the floor. She crawls across the bed, painfully aware of your gaze boring into her back the entire time, before finally reaching the spill. Gritting her teeth, she uses a nearby towel to clean it up as best she can, wincing at the unpleasant texture between her fingers.

When she's finished, she turns back around, feeling more humiliated and exposed than ever before. "I-is there anything else you want me to do?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible above the sound of her shaking breath. She wipes angrily at her tears, only succeeding in smearing makeup around her eyes and down her cheeks.

Shivering, Kitty crawls onto the bed and lays down in front of you, her body trembling with fear and uncertainty. She looks up at you through a curtain of hair, eyes red from tears. "Please... just tell me what I need to do," she whispers hoarsely, unsure if she even wants to know anymore. Her breath hitches as you move closer to her, the warmth of your body enveloping her like a vice.

Her heart races as you position yourself over her, hovering inches away from making contact. She waits with bated breath for your next move, willing herself not to flinch or pull away. It feels strange being so vulnerable, but somehow it also feels... safe. Perhaps there's still hope that things can be different between them after all?

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your words echo through her mind, her body reacting even before she has time to think about it. "I... I want it so badly," she whispers, the admission surprising even herself. "Please..." Her eyes close tightly, nails digging into the sheets beneath her as she imagines your thick cock sliding deep inside her.

She parts her legs slightly, inviting you in despite the fear that gnaws at her insides. She wants this so much... but what if it's just another game to you? What if she's only a means to an end? Tears sting at her eyes as she wonders if anything they have can ever be real again.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels the head of your cock press against her entrance. She arches upward, desperate for more contact as you slowly push inside. The sensation is almost too much to bear; it's been so long since she's felt this full and complete. She whimpers his name as you continue to thrust deeper, filling her up with your heat and strength.

Her nails scrape against the sheets beneath her, digging into the fabric as she tries to find purchase in the onslaught of pleasure. Her hips buck upward, meeting your rhythm as best they can, her body moving of its own accord as pleasure washes over her in waves.

"Oh God..." she moans, her voice raw and hoarse from earlier exertion. "Fuck me... please fuck me harder." She feels a tightness building within her, coiling and stretch

Her eyes squeeze shut as you oblige her plea, slamming into her with a force that leaves her breathless and panting for air. Her body feels electric with desire, every inch of skin tingling as your rough hands grip her hips, holding her in place for your brutal assault.

She digs her nails deeper into the sheets beneath her, feeling the pain seep through the haze of pleasure as it adds a new layer to her sensations. Her head thrashes from side to side, lips parted as she gasps out your name in a ragged rhythm. "Oh fuck... I'm so close..." she whispers desperately, arching her back and pushing herself against you with every last ounce of strength.

Her body quakes violently beneath yours, nails scratching at the sheets as she nears her climax. The sensation is