Having finished the tasks she set out to do for the day, Rachel returned home exhausted from darting about town in the summer heat. The week was shaping up to be warmer than usual - at least for the early summer months.
She deserved a bit of relaxation and contemplation time. The pool in the back of the house was prepared weeks earlier by the kids for just such an occasion. And since they would both be gone for a good part of the day, she could have the whole pool to herself.
Rachel changed into her white flower-patterned swimming suit. It was a one piece - she never could justify a bikini. She had tried them on in the past, but their sole purpose was to flaunt the body, which served no practicality while swimming.
Still, the suit served a sort of 'naughty' purpose. Rachel had always been timid about going to the beach, knowing that perverts often hung out in such areas. However, during their courtship Jacob had once insisted on a beach date, and thus they’d gone shopping for a suit.
She remembered the first time she donned the suit. It fit to her rather snug, but it really accentuated the highlights of her body. Her breasts seemed to jut out a little further, but not such that it was uncomfortable or overly revealing - it didn't reveal any cleavage. It also accentuated her healthy hips, giving her a more hourglass physique. At the time, Rachel had thought it too showy and asked Jacob for his opinion.
When she stepped out of the dressing room, his face filled with awe and wonder. And why not, that suit looked like it was practically made for that body. As she twirled around to let him see all angles, he grabbed her from behind and swung his arms around her, landing one arm on her abdomen and the other right on her left breast!
It took Rachel by surprise. Swimsuits weren’t meant to build lust at all - let alone in a public clothing store! She asked him to let go, and he did - knowing he’d done something she disapproved of. Still, he was able to coax her into buying the suit as a favor to him. Even she admitted it made her feel a little saucy—so she decided to buy it as her 'little naughty thing,’ although she never used it for any dirty purposes.
Now, as she lay there under the hot, pressing, afternoon sun, Rachel plotted how she could convince Reuben that they should lay tonight, before his father and sister came home. Dinah would be out until ten, and a message on the answering machine gave her the definitive answer she needed - Jacob wouldn't be home until a little after nine that night. That would leave plenty of time between supper and then to let her stepson perform his duty - and to clean up any mess such that her husband wouldn't find out about them.
Unbeknownst to her, Rachel was being peered upon by her stepson. He arrived home from and was changing when he glanced out his window and caught his stepmother wading in the pool. From his upstairs view he caught glimpses of her cleavage as she swam around, she shape of her breasts defining themselves as she stretched in the water.
He closed the door to his room and positioned himself by the window to keep his eyes on her. He dropped his boxers and pulled out his meat. With his grip he began pleasuring himself as the his stepmother relaxed herself in the pool below.
Secretly, Reuben always carried the hots for his step mom. He knew he wasn't the only one - several jerks during high school commented on how lucky he was to have a hot body like that in the house with him. Since he and Rachel weren't related, they were puzzled that he hadn't moved in to bone her - aside from the fact that it’s a filthy idea.
Reuben didn’t quite understand their reasoning. Sure she was hot. So were several of his classmates. What’s more, they were younger, more flexible, more agile, friendlier and much more fun. He could get more bang for his buck by sticking to his peers than getting it on with women far older than he was. No, Reuben wanted more than that.
What irritated Reuben was Rachel's Christian ways. Before the marriage, church and watching one's mouth wasn't really an aspect of growing up that he and Dinah were accustomed to. Even though he was fairly young when she passed away, he knew who his mother was. Rachel was not his mother. When he was with his birth mother, the family would sit in the bleachers at baseball games, ride roller coasters, go to carnivals and have fun being themselves. His mother gave him a life. Now, with regular weekend Bible studies and waking up early for church on Sundays, he felt his life being sucked out of him.
He wanted to get even with her somehow. He didn't want to hurt or maim Rachel, but his horny mind encouraged fucking her instead. To penetrate and take advantage of her nubile, soft-skinned, flowing body. He often fantasized of plunging into her doggie style, Rachel in complete ecstasy while he worked her hot ass. Or her bobbing up and down on his upright prick, while having his way with her enticing breasts. One wet dream had him impregnating her - a dream that kept his cock erect for hours.
To control her and rebuttal her with how he's felt about her marrying into his family, that's how he's always wanted it to be. Sometimes his mind would act up when he was around her. Maybe he caught her in a complementing light or saw her come out of the shower with just her bathrobe on. Sometimes it occurred when she and his dad were getting ready for a dinner alone. She would appear alluring to him, and all he needed to do was snap his fingers. Before he knew it, she was pulling off his pants, unleashing his cock and sucking feverishly on it before he spewed his jism all over her demure, Christian face. In his fantasies, slapping her ass would trigger her to have wild sex whenever, wherever.
All of his dreams and fantasies were simply that - fantasies. Reality held them as incest - even if they aren't genetically related. Of course the Bible was against it - he always found it against taboo or curious stuff. So Rachel and everyone else would be against it too.
Still, those fantasies got him through many a frustrating day. Today was no different - and being able to see her in her rare white swimsuit was an added bonus. His prick showed it, now fully erect in his hand. He did not want to exhaust himself however. He was going to work out tonight and wanted to save his energy. He released his cock. Grabbing a towel and his bathrobe, he made his way to the shower.
Having soaked in the sun and then cooled off in the pool, Rachel conceived what she needed to do. Preparation time was in order to cook Reuben's favorite meal, so she would get cracking at that. She would then put on her best perfume and wear her white, low cut shirt. It was hardly Rachel's favorite piece of her wardrobe - it shaped to her form very well while showing off her cleavage if she was wearing a bra. And if she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples were easily seen through the fabric! But it served its purpose - arousing her husband on several nights for their attempts at impregnation. 'No luck yet, but maybe tonight’s the night,' she casually thought as she walked inside the house.
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Reuben poked his head into his sister’s room. It was always odd for him to get a peek of it. Although they were very close after the death of their mother, he and his sister grew into the stereotypical definitions of masculine versus feminine. Reuben made use of the small gym set his father purchased after the tragedy of losing his wife. It garnered him lots of attention from the fairer sex, something his father and stepmother scolded him for manipulating once he began dating. He played sports regularly, even at the intramural level in college. It wasn’t the same as track in high school, but he never envisioned becoming an athlete to begin with.
It was for those reasons he found it awkward to gander into her room. Whereas Reuben’s adolescence was mostly gray and colorless, everything in Dinah’s room was decidedly bright and colorful. The first thing that always jumped out at him was her dressing mirror. Adorning it borders were stickers and handwritten notes from her friends ranging from bafflingly simplistic sayings such as ‘Chocolate!’ to random quotes like ‘You choo-choo-choose me!’ On top of her dresser facing the mirror were items like her sky-blue diary, shiny black oversized hair comb, and a pastel green lamp she reportedly won at some school event. It didn’t work. It likely never will. It was just there as a testament to itself. Her bright pink bed, complete with red heart-shaped pillow (complete with lacy frillings adorning it’s sides) also catches the eye. An oversized teddy bear stood in the corner, a gift from Rachel before she became their stepmother. Even with the room’s lights off, he found it strange to look in - almost everything about the room seemed wrong. The only saving for him was a softball glove and ball lying on the floor.
Regardless, dinner was ready. If she wasn’t here, Reuben figured she was either out back or in the basement on the phone.
As he walked downstairs he heard the sounds of a radio and the gym equipment being used. To his surprise he found Dinah bench pressing weights.
“Wow, what’s this?”
“I’m ... just trying to ... get in shape,” Dinah grunted as she lifted the weights above her.
“I can see that. For softball? How much are you pressing?”
