Is that my New stepson? (18+)

Ridicule

My mind battles five things at once, I've been in bed rest three days and for those two days my husband only came in every once in the day.

Breakfast he'll stop in and kiss my forehead, Afternoon he'll come hold my hand and kiss my forehead, and at night he'll just pop his head in to say goodnight.

My stepson remained by my side he's brought me food he's helped me get dress and shower though I kick him out for all of it, point is he didn't leave my side. I look at him now and I can't help but be angry at myself. This is what I wanted a child to take care of me like this the way I should be taking care of my dad, it's as if I was sitting in a bucket of ice cold water as reality looks me dead in the eyes.

Isaac isn't my son, yet i shamelessly let him have his way with me in my office sickening part is I enjoyed it. How I touched myself thinking about him, and how bad I crave his touches.

Here i sit in bed while my husband is God knows where and doing God knows who

My father called and I can't even manage to answer him

Pathetic I'm seriously pathetic i deserve all this for being a little b***h, all those times people came to me was I even giving the proper advice? Did they laugh at me too? Who put them up to it.. it don't matter f**k this and f**k everyone

My frown deepens as those thought Bombard

my head who am I really angry at? Wasn't I just crying a moment ago? Am I emotionally unstable? f**k them.

"Here Ms.Elizabeth drink up" that stupid sexy voice speaks up again and my hands fly across his face unwillingly but not sorry.

"You bastard, I don't need you To help me, I don't even want you hear Get the f**k out"

His head finally turns Dangerously slow and my heart pounds as I meet those eyes, they read Kill, he clears his throat and I see his Fists clench, "Ms Elizabeth" a demonic voice escapes and I feel ghost sweats in my forehead "what the f**k was that for?".

"Y-you shouldn't b be here, I can t-take care of myself" what happened to that tough girl act Liz? Why can't you look him in the eyes.

"I don't need your pity Isaac I don't need this from you"

"Again what the f**k are you talking about"

"You, f*****g you! Taking care of me helping me and we're not even blood related"

"Do we have to be?" Why can't I just care for you" he says with a confused face.

I slowly stand from the bed "you can't act like we're family now especially since" I look away lowering my voice.

"Since what? Since we started off our relationship with s*x? He blasts out loud

My eyes send daggers at him and the closed door, "he's gone out that bastard isn't gonna be back for a little bit." He says

"Listen Isaac what we did shouldn't have happened, I'm sure you heard this before but your my stepson and we're gonna keep it that way from now on, all this s****l relations need to stop. Here I am upset at your father when I'm sleeping with his son, Make it make sense."

He massages his jaw fingers running through his stubble as he turns away huffing and smiling, a few moments felt like an eternity when he finally turns back to me calmly "you mean the s****l relationship you started when you were screaming my name that day"

"Isaac don't bring that up" my blood begins to boil

"How about the one you started when you laid in bed, legs wide open fingering your self saying my name?" He mocks

"Isaac I-" breathe just breath

"How about when we were in the office wiggling your ass for me to f**k you badly" he kept going I tried and I tried but I'm only human and snap at his last words

"Or how about when you Face f****d me in your -"

His head is whipped to the side as the room echoed with a loud slap, I couldn't believe it myself but the pain on the back of my right hand says otherwise.

"What I did has absolutely nothing to do with you, what I do on my own free time was not of your concern, what I will do in the future is get as far away from you and your father as possible so you never have to ever worry about seeing a site like that again, you have no idea what your father has put me through and what I'm going through is hell I don't need another horny man making my life hell."

In a flash my back is pressed against the wall the force knocked some photos down and a large tatted hand wrapped around my throat threatening to crush my Larynx, I try to wiggle out of his hold but he only presses harder rendering me still of any movement. His eyes read murder and it's than i knew I truly messed up, I took the blame out on him and physically assaulted the wrong person yet again. Maybe I am emotionally unstable once again I only have my self to Blame, all alone once again.

My hands fall my body limp and tears fall one by one.

I give up.

My eyes closed ready to accept what's waiting when Isaac slowly released his hand I hear him chuckle and feel his body heat as he leans down to my ear "Another Horny man?, is that what you call all those guys you willingly opened your legs to?, is that why you think your suddenly special?" Malice yet seducing tone eyes dark.

My tears fall harder hearing his words "f**k you, you asshole your just a kid with daddy issues , how old Are you anyways"

"25 beautiful" he smirked "and you want to tell me I have daddy issues I'm not the one who passed out by crying so much "

"If you were in my position you'd understand" I stand with readied fists

"I was, a long time ago but I can't be a little b***h like you at least I stand up to my problems and not cry forever about it"

My brain screamed at me to stay quiet but my mouth had a mind of it's own

"Look the only thing we have in common we both lost our mothers other than that we both went through different battles so please don't think you know, you were raised in wealth a silver spoon in your mouth you wouldn't know my struggles"

Isaac looks at me blankly, I can't read eyes I can't read his body language he's just blank I couldn't help but think it's something that I said. "Isaac?" I step closer but he backed away I knew I messed up when a single tear rolled down his face and I was in disbelief.

"You know something about people who aren't born with silver spoons in their mouths? They think that the other is a robot, that we are incapable of emotions and that are everyday lives are top notch our suffering will be fixed cause after all we have all the money in the world right? we'll use $100 bills as tissues, f**k our feelings right? we aren't allowed to cry we aren't allowed to feel lonely we aren't allowed to feel depressed just cause we're above the poverty line. That once again proves money is the problem source, here is a background story for you, yes I am wealthy I was wealthy back than and I'm wealthier now but was I happy not really , I watched my father destroy me and my mother Day by day I watched my father cheat on my mother daily he never treated me like his son, he'd only get involved but his fists were flying. At 6 years Old I went to school with a broken rib since he punched me repeatedly. At 7 I watched my mother being put in a duffel bag like she was nothing new, my father didn't even pay attention to me I had to learn to become a man on my own my success I worked for it. When I was starving for days drinking and smoking was introduced to me at 10 years old and have been my source of life since I almost lost all my kidneys and almost died of high blood pressure from overdosing on pills. Now tell me princess what did you go through that was similar? Was it jumping couch to couch or the shelter that loved you? cause it looked like those places had something in common they lended a hand, I was all alone."

I didn't think my heart could ever break this bad but it hurt like hell. Once again I put my foot in my mouth and someone paid the price for it "I-is-aa" these damn tears I need to get myself checked out.

"Don't Ma'am " .... Ma'am?

"And if that's any of your concern my mother was .. Murdered."

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Murdered

Murdered

I didn't think I could be scared my whole life, I didn't think I could stoop down low but I did I dropped to the bottom and sunk to the center.

My stepson's mother was murdered and something tells me they haven't found the killer by the way his voice sounded. I added Germ X to a fresh cut. How could I say that? Why did I bring it up why couldn't I just accept the help? Why am I taking out my anger at my world onto his.

No he doesn't deserve that he's right I don't see what happens behind closed doors of the rich I was just fascinated by their bank accounts and lifestyle but he is human he has feelings and clearly I was inconsiderate of that. There is not much on my mind and very little time to process all. This time out I'm on gave me a good amount of time to think and wallow out of my self pity. I need to talk to him again I miss him we haven't spoken in two days since his confession and I am too afraid to approach him if we pass each other he looks straight ahead nothing more, But than an idea came to mind the way through a man's heart is his stomach those two love my cooking and I have just the 'I'm sorry' recipe.

I creep out the door was happy find the outside empty, it feels like forever since I've been up I hope I still remember where everything is. After an hour has passed the smell of pulled pork tenderloins filled everyone's nostrils when I find both of them sitting on the table.

I didn't even need to call

self five

I lay down all the plates and utensils getting ready to place down my cucumber Greek salad, with soft white grained bread and olive oil, and finally barbecue pulled pork and bacon flavored mash potatoes. Great, food is set and mouths are watering, Now what the f**k do I say or how to start this?

As I'm opening my mouth I hear an unwanted voice " babe this is really amazing I forgive you" he laughs as his phone pings.

I really want to know who the hell invited him.

I look over at Isaac who's inhaling his plate not looking up, the sides of his cheeks are puffed up as he kept stuffing his face, discreetly I brush my feet a long his pant leg and he looks up slowly but looks back down quickly.

Gotcha .... I repeat the same thing as before until dinner is over and my husband makes his way Upstairs... I stop Isaac from getting up

"talk to me"

"There's nothing to talk about ma'am" he sits down and repeats the same sitting position as the day I was in his room and my p***y starts dripping. "Well I want to talk to you" he tunes me out and I grow frustrated but decided to do something I never thought I'd do I stand up and lay in the table seductively and his eyes followed my every move I spread My legs open And begin playing with my p***y through my thong and I say something I never thought I'd hear

"Please take me upstairs Isaac put me in bed" I deliriously begged already letting my palms get a head start to feel up the aching parts on my body

With a hungry glare Isaac Merely smiles at me. The Malicious way his emerald orbs slowly trace my body didn't help the burn "Mmmm"

The games he plays, but unfortunately I don't have the time to entertain today "You want me to just sit here and play with myself for you than while your father is asleep"

"Mmhmm" his glare never faltered

Throwing my head back on the wooden table to stretch out my body a bit more I let out a breathy sigh when my palm reached one of the aches within me "Oh please I can't hold back anymore I'm going to ...... Uhhh" the breath was knocked out of me Before I can finish, in a flash Isaacs large tatted hand is around my neck slamming my head back onto the wooden table, sudden actions like these are what I love the most, I smirk inwardly.

How did this happen? Oh that's right, my body can never deny my attraction to him, Hell I don't think I want it too

Calloused hand around my throat tightens a bit. The simple action almost my submission at his strength reminding me even if I am older; he is the boss. "Want my d**k?" He whispered into my ear canal, hot tongue slithers the outside.

"Give it to me"