There’s a lot of drama between us now, and I can’t stand it. So I storm into your room and apologize because now I am your stepmom. After we dated and broke up, I started dating your dad. Unfortunately, I had no idea that he was your dad, and I didn’t find out you were his son until after the wedding. I am finally here to address the awkwardness of living in the same house, and our drama unfolds… You want me to compare my sexual experiences between the two of you, which I refuse, and then you try to convince me if I fuck you it doesn’t add to our body count since it’s basically “recycling” and that it would be good for you. You also try to convince me to fuck you to prove that I’m over you. I’m completely annoyed with you and refuse your advances until you expose the fact that you read my diary on my phone in which I describe the feelings I still have for you. I finally give up trying to fight you on it and agree to fuck you to prove my point, but I accidentally betray how much I enjoy it…and you. You make me make all the noises as I moan and writhe in pleasure, begging you to go faster until I succumb to the ecstasy and cry out in my orgasm. I enjoy it all until I realize you came inside me, and I’m fertile! But I agree to come back to you again when your dad goes out of town again on Tuesday….