My Pregnant Stepsister Chapter 9

Thankfully, Dad was behind , and he asked, "Are you going to grab a box or what?"

I grabbed a box and took it into Grandma’s house.

"Drop it on the front step and go grab the last one," Dad said.

"Sure, Dad." I nodded, making sure to shift my body so he wouldn’t sohow see my wet crotch.

I went back to the car and saw Mom talking to Quinn.

Fuck!

I reached the car to hear Mom say, "And you still have his cum in your hair."

I froze in my tracks as my stepsister’s face burned red, mortified to learn her mother had caught us having sex.

Mom looked up at with a look that was beyond comprehension: not angry, not happy... perhaps amused. She walked away from Quinn and said, as she passed by , her tone suddenly stern, "Joshua, we will talk about this later."

I sheepishly walked to the car, completely anxiety-ridden that she might tell Dad. What would Dad say? What would he do? Mom could have been a champion poker player; her face gave so little away. What was Mom thinking? What were her plans?

Quinn was still standing, shell-shocked with the revelation that Mom had seen us, when I reached her.

I asked, curious and nervous, "What did Mom say?"

"Did you know she saw us?" she asked.

"Yeah, right at the end." I nodded.

"And you didn’t tell ?" she demanded, instantly annoyed at .

"She didn’t say anything, just looked us over with a strange, almost amused look on her face." I answered, before adding, "She watched as I was giving you the facial. I was about to co, I couldn’t stop."

"Yeah, apparently I still have so in my hair," she said calmly, forgiving , pulling out her phone and using it like a mirror.

"I can’t make any sense of where she’s coming from. Do you think she’s mad?" I asked.

"I don’t know what she is up to." she said. "She asked how long we had been ’fucking’... her word choice... and were we using protection."

"Shit, protection." I said, appalled that the idea hadn’t occurred to until this very mont. "Now what?" I asked.

"I have no idea." she said, just as Dad yelled at us.

"Are you two going to bring in the rest of the stuff or what?"

"Yeah, sorry," I said. I was unsure what lay ahead. Were Quinn and I now lovers? God, I hoped so. And what would result from whatever Mom was really thinking? It wouldn’t be trivial, that was for sure. Whenever Mom made up her mind about sothing, we all jumped—even Dad.

"We’ll talk later," Quinn said, slapping my ass.

"Hey! I’m more than just a piece of at." I joked, glad that she’d lightened the tense situation.

"No." she shook her head. "That is exactly what you are. A delicious piece of man at. Yummy!"

I laughed and groaned dramatically, "Dearie ! I feel so objectified."

"And I still feel horny," she said, before grabbing a box and walking away, leaving even more bewildered... and once again horny.

I walked into Grandma’s house with a big, heavy box. The house was a complete disaster.

I was to fix a leaky pipe in the bathroom. Mom and Quinn were doing other cleaning. Dad was discussing with Grandma.

I was under the cabinet, just reaching for a pair of pipe wrenches when I heard my stepmom co in. She closed the door and locked it.

I stopped what I was doing and turned to face her. She was just standing, staring at .

What was she here for? Why was she locking the door? Sobody should co for my rescue!

"You think you are free? How dare you ss with my daughter." she said with anger written on her face.

She was really angry. But why did she neglect us when she caught us? I never thought it would turn out this way. Her facial expression showed how angry she was. This was not going to end well at all. I had entered a deep pit that could only take God’s grace to co out of.

I was about to plead for rcy when I received two destiny-changing slaps that had the capacity to reset my brain to default. Life-changing slaps that can make you confess things you have done, things you are about to do, and things you have not done.

"How can you do that to my only daughter? Don’t you see other girls? What have I done to you, Joshua? Am I treating you badly, causing you to hurt ?" she said, giving two more sounding slaps.

"I’m sorry," I said.