I sat on the bed in what was to be my room for the next 6 months.
They stood in the doorway the pair of them, holding hands like I used to do with him.
"Well what do you say?" she snapped.
I swallowed, "Good night," I replied quickly to get it over with.
20 minutes later I pulled the pillow over my head, to block out the sound from the next room. My husband was fucking his daughter!
Finally they stopped and the house was silent. This was our first day in this house, and I had to endure 6 months of pretending to be my stepdaughter! We had moved towns after it happened. I had agreed to this, but I didn't realise how awful it would be. I was used to them fucking; it was something I had to put up with, until I was woman enough to face my mistake. This was my punishment after what I had let happen to Becky. More on that later....
I came down to breakfast still in my dressing gown. They were giggling together, that soon stopped when I entered the kitchen.
"I don't think I can do this," I mumbled.
Jim moved towards me, I could barely look him in the eye.
"You will for 6 months you will go to school and pretend to be Becky. Then when she gets the university placing things will go back to how they were. You do want that don't you?"
"Of course I do, I love you Jim, but I just don't think it'll work," I whimpered, finally making eye contact with him.
"Becky will teach you everything you need to know. You did the course work just years ago, it won't have changed that much. Just get my daughter into university and things will be OK again."
I watched him kiss her, as he did she looked down at me mocking me with her eyes. God I hated her, but after what happened she had a right to treat me as she did. Even so I still hated her.
I was very timid as an 18 year old, and that didn't change when I grew into womanhood. At school I was the nerd, I did well with my studies, and everything was set for a good career. Back then not so long ago; I was the 18 year old girl with the brace on my teeth and a few spots on my face. My nickname was 'Carrier Bag Carol'. You know the thing; go near me and you need a bag to put over my head. I cried at the taunts from boys and girls alike. One of my few friends was the 'hot girl' only because I did most of her work for her. Even so I marvelled at the way she manipulated her 'many' boyfriends. She was always up for a petting session; I would just go off and do her homework as she larked about with the boys. I convinced myself that I was going to save my virginity for the right man. Well that was my excuse for not attracting a single date! By the time I met Jim I had straight teeth, no spots or greasy hair, and two lumps on my chest that seemed to just sprout up all of a sudden. Jim swept me off my feet and we married, I still lacked confidence even with Jim at first, he thought it was 'cute' that I wanted to save myself until after the wedding. His daughter was quite simply, a bitch! She found just two weeks after her 18 bithday party, just how timid I was. She was like my friend at school, confident and cunning. She could twist her dad round her finger. I mean how many daughters would get away with calling their father's girlfriend, a fucked up twat! OK he shouted, but 5 minutes later he was telling her how sorry he was for making her cry. Yes life with my stepdaughter wasn't going to be chocolates and flowers.
"So we go shopping for you school uniform after breakfast Becky," she said, happily holding onto my husband's shoulder.
God this was so bloody humiliating, her calling me Becky, and I had 6 months of it!
"That's good, from now on we swap names so we get used to it."
I looked at Jim who was waiting for a response. I didn't want to say anything but I had to show them I was willing.
"I suppose you are right."
He left to go to work. As the front door shut I found myself cringing at the thought of my life as Becky's, sorry Carol's stepdaughter.
"You know it's worth it just to get rid of me. When I go to university you will have dad back, so just do as I say and I'll soon be out of your hair."
"Not soon enough," I mumbled under my breath.
She smirked down at me.
"Go and get dressed then we can get you kitted out."
I got up and walked to the door. I felt weary and drained.
"B, Carol," I corrected myself, "please will you stop having sex with....."
I felt her hand on my shoulder and she turned me around.
"No, it's your own fault; oh I know dad is very well endowed, but if you made more of an effort...."
"I can't he hurts me, he's too big for me," I said, with my eyes full of tears.
"Then perhaps you shouldn't have married him. How many in 2 years of marriage 6 times? 10?"
"It's more than that," I hissed, then I suddenly realised it was my husband's 18 year old daughter I was talking to.
I pulled out of her grasp. Her next words had me stopping in my tracks.
"7, he told me, 7 little fucks, with you moaning that he was hurting you because he was so big!"
God was nothing sacred? Did Jim tell her everything? Well I suppose he was fucking her so why the hell should he worry about me! I went off to get dressed.
"Oh my god!"
"What?" I said, looking up at Becky.
"Christ you are suppose to be 18 not bloddy 23," she said, and then started giggling.
I looked down realising the navy trouser suit and the handbag, wasn't the clothes that I should be wearing if we were to carry this off.
She skipped off to her bedroom, well my bedroom, but then again it wasn't I hadn't slept there yet. I hadn't slept with my husband since it happened nearly 5 months ago. I changed into what she brought back; she saw my cringing face that made her smile. I sat at the dressing table mirror as she tugged my blonde hair back into a ponytail. I didn't even object when she started applying HER makeup to MY face. I looked in the mirror when she had finished. God I looked just like her! Well the makeup and clothes, which seemed to take the 5 years off my 23 that it needed to if this was going to work.
"God you do look like me," she said, finally realising how well she had done.
So there I stood still cringing at the teenager looking back from the mirror. My eye shadow was thick and black, more like a tart would wear, but I knew some girls wore makeup like this so I wouldn't look out of place. My lipstick was dark brown and hung heavy on my lips; normally I wore light pinks and soft reds. My top was a white tee-shirt that clung to my C cup breasts. It didn't quite reach my navel, but the worst thing was below my waist. I wore black tights under a denim miniskirt, and knee length black boots with a 4 inch heel! I had seen Becky in this outfit loads of times. I hated her wearing it she looked like a tart. But now I was the one who wore it, I was the one who looked like a tart, and I was the one that was going to town to buy a school uniform! I shook my head and as I did I felt the large hoop earrings banging on the side of my neck, I normally wore little studs. Then in the mirror behind me I saw Becky. I turned round quickly not believing the reflection. There she stood in my white skirt suit 4 inches off the knee with black tights and her own black court shoes. Her blonde hair was up on top of her head in my clips. Her, no my black silk blouse was open to just below her breasts, showing a little of the soft round curves, everyone would see she was braless! Her makeup was similar to how I wore it, apart from the heavy red lipstick! She wore my pearl necklace and matching earrings. She even wore those fake glasses that you can get with a classy frame, it made her look older than 18, well that was the point. Then I noticed MY wedding rings on HER finger! It suddenly hit home just how far this was going.
