The days that followed were complicated. I spent most of my time hiding in my room trying to cross paths with my brother and old lady as little as possible, luckily with all this pandemic stuff my old lady could believe what I had was a galloping depression episode, instead of what it really was an unmeasurable shame for being a hot slut who can't last a week without fucking, in my defense I can last quite well. I spent almost the whole week barely seeing family, it's hard to believe that's how it is, I only left my room to go to the bathroom and look for food and water, if I wanted to use the TV I waited until nightfall to go out and have a moment of solitude outside my room.
During all this time I didn't do anything but use my phone, basically it became part of my hand, I spent watching series, videos ofross, playing games, responding to stories (when I wasn't uploading them) and messaging people. Among those people was Daniel, my stepfather, also known as the one I thought was my real dad for 17 years. Daniel is a normal person, similar to any type you see on the street, he's just a bit taller than me, has almost completely grey hair, a slender build without being skinny, a small belly without being fat, pleasant overall, friendly without being too funny and relatively comfortable financially without having to throw money around.
And despite him being such an ordinary guy I had an unusual relationship with him, not bad unusual means outside the norm, and a little bit my fault.
The good thing about talking to Daniel is that he invited us, actually he invited me and my brother to stay with him for a few days since we haven't seen each other in months and says he misses us, the idea doesn't appeal to me at all, unless I can convince him to invite just me knowing what that means. Which leaves me in a dilemma, do I go with my brother to spend some days at my stepfather's or do I go alone, both ideas have their complications. I looked for them myself. Well, I had finally decided to invite my boyfriend to take me out alone, even having planned how to get him to invite just me, when he wrote telling me that he had already invited Roman, but said he could only come to eat and not stay overnight, which meant the worst of both situations. But well, it's over now, I'll have to tolerate a day with my brother and some days alone with Daniel, God knows what will happen.
The thing with Daniel is this: as a child, I always felt that there was a difference between us, with Roman, and I really felt left out because of it. The guy didn't care about me, or even sometimes left me out of situations. There was a time when I thought the differences were due to the fact that I was a woman and had favoritism towards his son, but at 17 I found out the truth. Daniel is not my father, at least not biologically, my mom was with another man behind his back and got pregnant with me, she told him months later, they did the genetic test and it turned out that I was the daughter of the other guy (whom I never knew). When I found out everything, the world spun around, but over time some pieces fell into place, especially the part about who I thought was my father making such a difference between my brother and me.
It's something that with time I started to get tired of the differences and stopped treating Daniel like my father, starting by calling him Daniel and not dad, which bothered him and we had several fights over it.
One day in particular we were arguing because I wanted to go to a party that I had been invited to and he wasn't letting me because he said I was too young, I still had 17 weeks until I turned 18. We argued all afternoon, he said he wouldn't come, I said he didn't have the right to stop me, he said it's my dad, I said it's not, he said he was the one who raised me and fed me all this time, I told him that he was also the one who took care of... differ from his true hijada every time I could. We fought, we fought hard, without holding back anything, and we didn't speak for a long time, around 8 pm I started preparing the rope I thought I would use that night, left everything ready on my bed and got under the blanket, when I came out of the shower wrapped in my towel I found Daniel lying next to my bed pointing at my clothes.
- What do you think you're going to do?
- Am I going out? Do you think so?
- Forget it, you're not going anywhere. -
He said and grabbed my clothes from the bed, revealing a quite transparent lace set that I thought I would also wear.
- Leave my things alone! - I shouted because of the shock I got when I saw my set - leave my things and get out!
- Who do you think you are to give me orders in my own house? What do you think you are to use this - he said, lifting the thong with his finger - how old do you think I am?
- What's it to you that I'm using? I'm quite big enough to dress myself alone, thank you -
I finished saying that and tried to grab my bra from his hand, but I could grab it and pull it out, but with the movement, a little bit of it came undone, leaving most of my breasts visible, don't blame him for not having much self-control, his eyes went wild at my breasts and became as big as plates, he looked at my breasts almost bare, my nipples sticking out from under the towel and I hastened to lift it, releasing it completely in the attempt, ending up completely naked in front of my stepfather, barely covered with the towel.
Daniel covered his eyes on time, after having seen enough of my naked body (thankfully he didn't see the good parts) and said he wasn't going out and left my room taking my clothes. I was locked in my room angry like never before, full of hatred and impotence, an hour later I heard that my mom was leaving with my brother to take him to a friend's house, my brain started working quickly thinking that maybe I could sneak onto the trip without Daniel finding out, but I didn't get to... thinking how I was going to make them already gone and I was still naked in my bed. So there I was sitting on my bed, still naked, angry, overflowing with impotence, wanting revenge and with my stepfather's vibrator that almost made his eyes pop out seeing me half-boobed. And so it all started, my plan, my revenge, my strange relationship with my stepfather.
During all this time I didn't do anything but use my phone, basically it became part of my hand, I spent watching series, videos ofross, playing games, responding to stories (when I wasn't uploading them) and messaging people. Among those people was Daniel, my stepfather, also known as the one I thought was my real dad for 17 years. Daniel is a normal person, similar to any type you see on the street, he's just a bit taller than me, has almost completely grey hair, a slender build without being skinny, a small belly without being fat, pleasant overall, friendly without being too funny and relatively comfortable financially without having to throw money around.
And despite him being such an ordinary guy I had an unusual relationship with him, not bad unusual means outside the norm, and a little bit my fault.
The good thing about talking to Daniel is that he invited us, actually he invited me and my brother to stay with him for a few days since we haven't seen each other in months and says he misses us, the idea doesn't appeal to me at all, unless I can convince him to invite just me knowing what that means. Which leaves me in a dilemma, do I go with my brother to spend some days at my stepfather's or do I go alone, both ideas have their complications. I looked for them myself. Well, I had finally decided to invite my boyfriend to take me out alone, even having planned how to get him to invite just me, when he wrote telling me that he had already invited Roman, but said he could only come to eat and not stay overnight, which meant the worst of both situations. But well, it's over now, I'll have to tolerate a day with my brother and some days alone with Daniel, God knows what will happen.
The thing with Daniel is this: as a child, I always felt that there was a difference between us, with Roman, and I really felt left out because of it. The guy didn't care about me, or even sometimes left me out of situations. There was a time when I thought the differences were due to the fact that I was a woman and had favoritism towards his son, but at 17 I found out the truth. Daniel is not my father, at least not biologically, my mom was with another man behind his back and got pregnant with me, she told him months later, they did the genetic test and it turned out that I was the daughter of the other guy (whom I never knew). When I found out everything, the world spun around, but over time some pieces fell into place, especially the part about who I thought was my father making such a difference between my brother and me.
It's something that with time I started to get tired of the differences and stopped treating Daniel like my father, starting by calling him Daniel and not dad, which bothered him and we had several fights over it.
One day in particular we were arguing because I wanted to go to a party that I had been invited to and he wasn't letting me because he said I was too young, I still had 17 weeks until I turned 18. We argued all afternoon, he said he wouldn't come, I said he didn't have the right to stop me, he said it's my dad, I said it's not, he said he was the one who raised me and fed me all this time, I told him that he was also the one who took care of... differ from his true hijada every time I could. We fought, we fought hard, without holding back anything, and we didn't speak for a long time, around 8 pm I started preparing the rope I thought I would use that night, left everything ready on my bed and got under the blanket, when I came out of the shower wrapped in my towel I found Daniel lying next to my bed pointing at my clothes.
- What do you think you're going to do?
- Am I going out? Do you think so?
- Forget it, you're not going anywhere. -
He said and grabbed my clothes from the bed, revealing a quite transparent lace set that I thought I would also wear.
- Leave my things alone! - I shouted because of the shock I got when I saw my set - leave my things and get out!
- Who do you think you are to give me orders in my own house? What do you think you are to use this - he said, lifting the thong with his finger - how old do you think I am?
- What's it to you that I'm using? I'm quite big enough to dress myself alone, thank you -
I finished saying that and tried to grab my bra from his hand, but I could grab it and pull it out, but with the movement, a little bit of it came undone, leaving most of my breasts visible, don't blame him for not having much self-control, his eyes went wild at my breasts and became as big as plates, he looked at my breasts almost bare, my nipples sticking out from under the towel and I hastened to lift it, releasing it completely in the attempt, ending up completely naked in front of my stepfather, barely covered with the towel.
Daniel covered his eyes on time, after having seen enough of my naked body (thankfully he didn't see the good parts) and said he wasn't going out and left my room taking my clothes. I was locked in my room angry like never before, full of hatred and impotence, an hour later I heard that my mom was leaving with my brother to take him to a friend's house, my brain started working quickly thinking that maybe I could sneak onto the trip without Daniel finding out, but I didn't get to... thinking how I was going to make them already gone and I was still naked in my bed. So there I was sitting on my bed, still naked, angry, overflowing with impotence, wanting revenge and with my stepfather's vibrator that almost made his eyes pop out seeing me half-boobed. And so it all started, my plan, my revenge, my strange relationship with my stepfather.
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