The day my new stepmom entered the house I knew things would start to change. My name is Rachel and I'm 21 years old. I still live with my dad Bob who works as an iron worker so he's often gone for the week when it's a big project. First of all, I'm 5'6 athletic girls with a small bubble butt. My friends always remind me how generous I am with them and how great I am as a person but I'm really good at judging people on first impressions and it's usually the right one. When Zara entered the house I had a bad feeling and it wasn't because she was black. Not at all, it may sounds clichΓ© but I have black friends I always had a great time with them. I was ok to see my dad in an interracial relationship. I strongly believe in equality of all races and sexes. Zara had that strong looks but that character that comes with it she was over the top to say the least. She hugged me and started kissing my neck in front of my dad and then I pushed her a bit and she started laughing saying she was just too much overjoy to meet her lovers daughter.
Zara was staying at my dad house with me now; I had to accept it even if my first impressions of her weren't good at all. Zara was a 5'7 woman averaging at least 210 pounds, she had a big ass and big tits. She was always wearing cheap t-shirts and joggings or things easy to wear that made her comfortable. It wasn't rare seeing her in Pajamas all day. She didn't have the best hygiene too. I was flushing most of the time the toilet after her because she didn't do it. Sometimes I entered the bathroom and the toilet paper tissue she used was on the floor near the toilet. It was probably piss. I had to pick him off and throw it in the toilet. I used another toilet paper tissue to not touch it directly.
My dad was a bit like me I'd say attitude wise, Zara probably needed a guy like my dad to calm her off or hear her out. My dad was a great listener so it probably was a good combination. She was very vocals when she had sex with my dad. I was always shocked to see her having no shame at all yelling like that when she knew I was in the house. It probably made my dad a bit mad at her for doing that thought. She was always telling me lots of compliments like she was flirting with me, she even slapped my ass a few times and she hugged me in such intimate fashion. I pushed her lightly lots of time but she never really understood the message. Maybe I needed to be more aggressive or more direct with her but it just wasn't in me. I didn't want to have a bad relation with her because it could hurt my relation with my dad in the end.
When my dad wasn't there during the week. She invited some of her friends. They were all black and of all ages. They were drinking lots of wine while talking and playing games of all kind. I went down to get a drink one day and a little snack. There was a young black lesbian couple kissing each other, one of them stopped kissing and was literally eating me alive with her eyes. I stopped checking in her direction. I had only pajamas pants too. Zara approached me from behind turned me in front of her and squeezed my ass with her two hands while laughing but she was clearly showing me off to her friends especially those lesbian. She told them if they wanted some of that and I felt one finger rubbing gently my asshole so I pushed her lightly. I picked my drink and snack before quickly going up to my room. Zara told me before going up that it was only a joke and we were between girls after all. Maybe she was right but, it was really aggressive and I wasn't expecting that. I felt humiliated and I was still feeling her finger rubbing my asshole gently like she was still doing it it was so weird.
When my dad was there on the weekends it was pretty calm and relaxing without her friends partying in the house. I never said words to my father only to not make any drama out of it again. It was the only time I was inviting friends at home because I was way too scared she would meet my Stepmother and her friends when they were on party mode. They were crazy to say the least.
Zara hygiene became worse; she always smelled horrible when she was near me. When my dad left for is work Monday morning she stopped taking bath or shower. I wondered how she could live with herself like that because I was feeling so bad when I didn't had a shower for one day. She even farted in my face one day when I was checking the TV and she laughed but it wasn't funny at all for me and the smell was horrible it was probably worse than rotten eggs. I told her to go take a bath and she said if I wanted to clean her out showing me her butt. She was so immature. I guess she knew I hated that and it gives her the attention she wanted. She acted just like a kid.