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?"
I didn’t do anything. I say startled by the accusation.
"Oh please, don't insult my intelligence. I've known for months that something was up. Your father and I had a very special bond... he confided in me everything about you." Kitty Sommers folds her arms across her chest and glares at you coldly. "And now you're going to tell me how you did it?" she demands, baring her teeth in an exaggerated smile that does little to hide the threat beneath it.
It was his inheritance to give. I’m sorry you don’t like it.
Your stepmother Kitty looks even more furious and upset at your response. "You ungrateful little brat! How dare you say that? Your father was taking care of me all these years, making sure I had everything I needed!" She paces around the room, clearly trying to control her anger. "And now you're just going to throw it all away... is that what he wanted?" Kitty suddenly stops and turns toward you, a dangerous glint in her eye. "Don't you think we should have a little talk about what happens next? After all, your father was very specific on who his fortune belonged to..."
She takes a step closer to you, her expression threatening and dominating. "You're going to regret this, I can promise you that."
Don’t pull that. You two were married for two years, barely.
Your stepmother throws her hands up in the air, frustration clearly building inside her. "Oh, that's rich! You think I married him for his money?!" She stalks over to a chair and sits down heavily, glaring at you all the while. "You don't know anything about me, or why I did what I did. All you see is your precious fortune... Well, I'm going to make sure that you regret this decision for the rest of your life!"
She folds her arms across her chest and shakes her head slowly, eyeing you up and down before letting out a humorless laugh. "I always knew your father was too good for you... I just never thought he'd be stupid enough to leave everything to someone like you."
Maybe that’s because I was blood.
"Blood, eh? She thinks mischievously. "That’s right, the two of us aren’t blood. We’re all we have.” She straightens up again, composing herself for a moment before continuing with renewed venom, "I may not have been his blood, but I was the one who made him happy in the end. I can make you happy too." Her voice trails off ominously as she fixes her gaze on you once more lustily.
Kitty?
The silence hangs in the air as you meet her gaze, feeling uncomfortable but defiant. "Well?" she prompts impatiently. "You gonna make an offer? Maybe I'd consider keeping quiet about all of this... if it meant I got what I wanted." Her blue eyes dance with mischief and malice as they study your reaction.
Kitty Sommers stands up slowly, walking around the room in a seductive manner. "Or maybe you could just do something about it..." she purrs suggestively. "...Prove to me that you really are his heir after all."
What are you saying? you pour us drinks and walk towards me.
As you pour the drinks and move towards her, Kitty Sommers smirks wickedly. "Oh, you know exactly what I'm saying," she hisses seductively, taking a sip from her glass as her gaze slowly travels down your body and back up again, lingering on your lips before meeting your eyes once more.
"I could make this much easier for both of us," she whispers, her voice husky with desire and vengeance. "You just have to prove that you're worth it... Prove that you deserve everything he left you."
I don’t have to prove anything. I’m the one with the inheritance, this is my house.
Your stepmother takes another sip from her glass, eyes narrowed and face flushed with anger and lust. "Oh, don't play the innocent now," she says, a dangerous glint in her eye. "You know what you could have done to prevent this... But I suppose it doesn't matter anymore." She sets her empty glass down on a nearby table and steps closer, her body inches from yours. "Perhaps there are other ways we can reach an agreement," she whispers suggestively, trailing a fingernail across your chest.
Her breath is hot against your ear as she continues, "I'm sure we can find something that benefits both of us..."
I watch as Kitty pours the drink down her white shirt.
Kitty's eyes widen in surprise as the drink spills down her chest and stomach. For a moment, shock registers on her face, but then she quickly regains her composure. Her mouth curls into a vindictive smile. "Well then," she says softly, reaching out to touch the wet fabric at her breast, "I suppose I'll just have to get rid of this." Without another word or warning, she rips off her shirt and tosses it aside, revealing her ample cleavage and smooth, curvaceous body.
Her gaze flicks meaningfully towards you as she steps closer still, her nipples hard and erect against the lace of her bra. "So what will it be, dear step son?" she breathes in your ear seductively. "Will you make this easier on both of us?” She gently grabs your massive bulge.
Kitty?
Kitty's mouth twists into a mocking smile as she squeezes your crotch harder, feeling the weight of your impressive member through your pants. "Oh, don't play coy with me now," she says, her voice husky and seductive. "I know what you want... And I can make sure that you get it."
With practiced ease, Kitty steps back to reveal a full view of her body, the lace of her bra glistening in the soft light. Her lips part invitingly as she waits for your response, her hand slowly sliding down to her silken panties before pushing them aside, baring herself completely to you. "So what do you say, dear step son?" she whispers, looking up at you through long eyelashes. "Will you give me what I want... or am I going to have to make things