AN: Inspired by Scouries Two Pregnant Moms & A Sis?
Dearest Readers, while this story borrows the original story premise I have changed it to suit my narrative while keeping the characters, and some lines of dialogue. from the above-mentioned story, The character portrayals have been changed to suit my writing style and many other things were fleshed out.
I sought the author's blessing but after waiting a month with no response (he hasn't been active here since Nov of 2020) so I am going ahead with my story. I hope you enjoy my take on this tale.
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~ June 16th, 2006 ~
Life has returned to normal in the Taylor house (this branch of it at least). Dad and Katrina returned from their honeymoon on Monday as planned. Dad said the two of them had a great time but once he was out the door and on his way to work I got the real scoop from the family psychologist. While dad was attentive and loving during their honeymoon it was not all rest and relaxation. Dad took his laptop with them, something he told Kat he wouldn't do but apparently couldn't be completely incomunicado during their honeymoon. She told me at least once a day he called in to see how things were going in his absence. Not with the same person, but with someone in the office...
Because we didn't want to be home, just in case, when dad and Kat returned, Vanessa and I installed hidden cameras with built-in microphones throughout the room. As soon as they walked in the door their noses were immediately struck by the smell of sex. We had not changed any of the bedding during our time alone in the house nor aired out the room. As such when dad lay in his marriage bed with his new bride the first thing they smelled was my cum and Vanessa's secretions. I'm sure dad knew what had happened in this room (although probably not how often it happened) and nothing was ever said about it. While they were out the next day Vanessa and I stripped the bedding and replaced it with another set. We took the bedding to Vanessa's apartment and after cleaning it we put it away in her closet. We wanted to keep it as a momento of our wedding night.
"Vanessa's coming to dinner," I remind Katrina who is telling the housekeeper how many plates to set out for dinner.
"Well we have lots to eat as your father's working late... again," she said, the exasperation clear in her voice. I laughed internally at her words. Despite her argument with Krysta before the wedding if Kat was already annoyed at the hours my father kept she really wouldn't last long in this family. Apparently, she was so busy finishing her degree that she never took notice of her fiance's work ethic.
"I know, he sent me a message when I asked him what the status of a summer job was. Apparently, he had an urgent meeting with an irate client," I said shrugging my shoulders."
Truth be told I knew that dad didn't want me at the office. I have stopped by several times doing my actual summer job, as a bicycle messenger. I'm in the sun all day (save when I'm in the building to hand off the delivery), the job is great exercise, and the tips can be excellent. I was actually in my father's office building today delivering a parcel to the man himself. He didn't recognize me because I had my glasses and helmet on and I didn't speak in my normal tone of voice as I wanted to remain incognito if possible.
My father signed for the parcel and gave me a very nice tip as I got it to him far quicker than UPS or FedEx. I noticed that my dad seemed distracted by something outside his office and when I exited I saw exactly what... or who I should say, it was. The young woman in question was just that... young. She was not as physically developed as my mother, sisters, or even Kat for that matter. But judging by her appearance, I'd wager she was still in her teens. 19... maybe even 18.
Knowing what my father's intentions were I decided to cock block him. I stopped to get a drink of water and when the young woman started toward my father's office carrying a large stack of folders I turned to make my way to the elevator and arranged to knock the folders from her hands as she was talking to her supervisor. She dropped to the ground in a mad scramble to keep the folders and their contents in some semblance of order. I went down to the ground and helped her as her supervisor watched shaking her head. I apologized for my clumsiness and the girl, Monica, accepted it. She thanked me for the help and I said no problem. Unbeknownst to her supervisor, I slipped the young girl my burner phone number that I kept for my job and left.
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"Urgent my... my ass. He's probably making plans to take potential clients out of town to wine and dine at some gentleman's club. By the way,... who's Vanessa?"
"You met her in the reception line. You probably forgot because when you met her you were too worried about what my sister was wearing to take notice of her." I remind Katrina.
My stepmother took in my words and then flashed back to the reception line. "Ohhh... you mean the golden-skinned beauty with the striking green eyes?"
"Yeap... that's her. And those are just some of her more... obvious traits."
"You can be such a boy David." Katrina declares. "Any other plans for the evening?"
"We're going out to a dance club. After Maria's amazing cooking we are going to need to burn off whatever calories we can. We may even have to do some... extracurricular nocturnal activities to get rid of a few.
"Geeze..." Kat huffs aloud as she leaves the room. I laugh freely when she is out of earshot. "Man, she's frustrated already. Way to go, dad."
Vanessa arrived just after seven thirty, suitably prepped by yours truly. "So nice to meet you, Mrs. Taylor, Vanessa crooned when I formally (re)introduced the two. We sat down and ate dinner and during which Katrina grilled Vanessa. Upon getting a close look at my date (wife), she realized that she was more mature than I was. Vanessa didn't share her true age (what woman does right?). She just said that she was a college graduate and was working part-time until she was hired in the field of her degree.
