My Psycho Stepson and me

When the brunette and I arrived at the seldom-visited restroom on the school's top floor, we entered a cabin and started kissing. I had transferred the condom from my wallet into my jeans pocket, ready to do what I always did, trying to acquire specks of relief. I lifted her against the toilet cabin as she straddled me.

My thoughts drifted back to Lesly's neck, which she had portrayed so willingly before me. Although she seemed to regret her action instantly, I just couldn't let go of that picture yet, besides her skin being mutilated with my father's mark. Before I knew what I was doing, I had my fingers on her, only excluding a light touch so as not to scare her away, trying to preserve the view for as long as possible. The cream I had applied on her fine, warm skin shimmered, a proof of my earlier action that I didn't want to end as well, procrastinating it until she was at her limit.

Feeling the brunette's tongue on mine, there had never been anticipation for what would follow, but today I was especially distracted, wanting to know if my stepmother would pocket something while eating, and if yes, what it was.

The marbles in my pocket made a sound when the brunette's hand stroked my hardening dick, and it threw me into another bout of curiosity, asking myself if Lesly had taken the bait I had planned to lye out, like she had done this morning in my room.

The little shiny marbles had been purchased by me personally when I was a child. I liked them, but like children are, and like I am even more, they soon didn't interest me anymore.

After seeing Lesly's drawer of treasures, I searched through my room for anything that could catch her interest, and under my findings were these marbles. I was sure that if the golden apple, the polished fork and the exquisite plate were seized by her, these golden little round objects would surely find their way inside her drawer as well.

Brunette opened my jeans zipper, and the marbles sounded again. My agitation didn't lessen; instead, it peaked until I was thoroughly annoyed.

Breaking the kiss, I put her down and buttoned up my jeans again. The brunette looked at me with glazed eyes, stunned by my sudden retreat.

"Plan-change. Don't look for me anymore." I said while leaving the cabin.

The brunette followed me, her eyes on me with unwillingness,

"Why? Did I do something wrong?" She followed me out of the cabin while I washed my hands and rinsed my mouth.

"No, I am just not in the mood." And I don't think I will get back into the mood with her ever again. The two attempts yesterday and today were already untypical, as I usually change the partners after one time—so that it wouldn't get messy. It wasn't that I found her especially pleasing for making her an exception; I just hadn't had the time to find someone new. Because most were underage in this school, since I turned eighteen, most of my hookups were found in clubs or bars. But I had opted to visit my stepmother at night instead of visiting a place for a quick fuck.

"I think you are in the mood~" Hugging me from behind, her hand again found my not-calmed-down cock, stroking it above my jeans.

Flinging her hand away, I turned to leave the toilet, going to the staircase. Nearly not perceiving pleasure didn't mean my body had problems; naturally, I got hard with stimulation. But even if I had an erection, I could just ignore it, not really needing to do it as desperately as my peers did. 

Barely perceiving lust, I wasn't consumed by it. Not the least. If I wanted to stop, I would stop.

"Why? Why all of a sudden?" She wanted to grab my arm, but I sidestepped. When she followed me further down the stairs, starting to go overboard, I stopped and turned around. Grabbing her neck, I pressed her against the wall.

"I said no." Emphasizing my words and simultaneously tightening my grip, I made sure to convey my meaning. Looking into her eyes, I noticed that her eyes were also blue. But it was an ordinary color, not like the ones of my stepmother, which were shining with depth in a profound blue. The brunette's eyes seemed like a washed-out, bad copy if compared to Lesly's.

Only when her face had turned red and her eyes teared up did she nod at me. I gave her free and hurried to the sports field. There, I placed the marbles beside the bench I had seen Lesly sitting on yesterday. Because the bench stood on solid earth, the marbles wouldn't roll around and risk her injuring herself. The bump on her head from the drive this morning was already enough.

Then I strolled to one of the trees besides the running track and waited. She came sooner than I had anticipated, but instead of discovering the marbles, she made a phone call with an especially old phone—I hadn't seen those since forever. Had she chosen this style because it wasn't to be tracked and bugged? Why? Because of my father?

Leaning against the tree with my hands in my pockets, I waited for her to finish her call. Who was the person she spoke to? An old friend or an old flame? Or a boyfriend from whom my father had separated her? A former husband?

The call ended soon, but she even typed a text message on the primary rock she used. What was the content of that message? I wanted to know badly. Now I was glad to have stopped the session with Brunette so soon; I would have missed out on so much of what my stepmother was doing.

I watched her as she finally took a seat on the bench and found the marbles. Seeing her hold one of the marbles against the sun, I chuckled.

Taking them, she walked back to school, and I followed her with enough distance to not be discovered.

In the teacher's office, I glance through the gap in the door while leaning against the wall. I saw her placing the marbles inside a box that read "Lost&Found", and felt a tug of disappointment. My agitation was again turning to the worst, I wanted to leave, but instead I waited until she got her next class, to get my unwanted marbles back.

When she had left, I sneaked inside and searched the box. Seeing that one marble was missing, my annoyance evaporated.

The little crow had taken action. But it was a really polite little bird, not being greedy and bringing only one back to its nest.