Family Drama Pt. 02

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. bursa escort “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.

It got better after that. It was hard for anyone to dislike Vanessa. My wife was so friendly (something she learned on her job) and upbeat that it was impossible not to be infected by her happy disposition. After a great dinner and a bottle of wine, Vanessa and Kat were giggling like schoolgirls.

“We’re going to grab a quick shower and get changed before we go,” I told Katrina when we finally got up from the table at 10:15.

“Why don’t you come with us, Katrina?” Vanessa asks Kat.

“Yes, why don’t you mother dearest?” I say opening the door that Kat wasn’t expecting. This was the plan all along but it completely threw Kat for a loop.

“Noooo, I couldn’t. I… I don’t have anything suitable for the club scene.” Kat said trying to back peddle out of the situation that she didn’t really want to. As the wife of a big-time executive, she had to display a certain image for her husband’s social circles. How would it look if she went out to a club with her limited wardrobe? She would stick out like a sore thumb, a paparazzi would see her and the photos would be all over the tabloids within 48 hours.

“Is that all that’s holding you up?” I ask her. Before she can comment I turn to my lover and say, “Honey, do you think you have something you could lend my stepmother? Something more you and less matronly than Kat’s prim and proper wardrobe?”

“David!” Katrina hissed.

“My man likes to tease, don’t you sweetie?” Vanessa asked but then adds, “Seriously Katrina, you should come with us.” Vanessa insisted.

“B… but…”

“Don’t worry…” Van says. “We’re close enough in size that with my help you can pull off one of my club outfits.”

Before Kat can utter another word Vanessa is behind her and nudging my dear stepmother toward our bedroom. Kat is sputtering the entire way and I watch with a grin as they enter and the door closes behind them. During Kat and dad’s honeymoon, Vanessa’s lease was coming up so we moved her out of her apartment and transferred her things between a storage unit, mom’s house, and here. A nice portion of Vanessa’s wardrobe currently resides in the closet here. In this case, for this part of the plan. Van and I had gone out and used my dad’s platinum card (which I was still in possession of) and picked out what I would call the perfect wardrobe for our plan.

Once she had a good selection of clothes Van shooed Kat into the master bedroom and before Katrina could even try and back out again the door to the master bedroom was shut behind them. I knew that it would only take Van moments to have them both stripped out of all of their clothes and in the shower. Once the master bedroom door was shut I made my way to my room, fired up my computer, and watched the scene play out via the hidden cameras. It would take me far less time than the two of them so I sat back in my chair, fished out my cock, and tugged at it while watching Vanessa strip herself and Kat. Kat did her best to be a demure housewife while my sexy seductress showed Kat her choices (or lack thereof really) before she was guided to the outfit she would be wearing. Once the clothes were picked out, Van led the naked blonde woman from the bedroom to the bathroom where they would get cleaned up and then Van would work her magic and make themselves look beautiful. When the shower was coming to an end I took that as my cue to get in myself. All that was left was the drying, hair styling, and makeup before they got dressed.

I didn’t return to the video screen to see “my” ladies getting dressed as I wanted to be surprised by the visual when they came out. Thirty minutes later I was summoned to my parent’s bedroom by Vanessa. When I entered Katrina was still in the master bathroom but I was told this was for effect.

Van gave Kat a drum roll and announces, “And now, bursa escort bayan presenting… Katrina “The Kat” Taylor.”

Katrina appeared, her hair was done up, her makeup applied, and wearing the Lizxun Slip-style dress that we had picked for her. It was virginal white, with a boat neck. The dress was sleeveless, held up by two thin spaghetti straps. The top of the dress only came up to just above her breasts but the valley was on display. The dress was lace and polyester and the bottom part containing all the lace in an ordained pattern. Kat was either wearing a strapless bra or nothing at all. As Van was the one that had dressed her I was quite certain she was braless underneath her dress. I’m sure Vanessa tried to get her to go sans panties but I know that would be too much for Kat at this stage of the game.

“Your new mommy can sure fill out my dress David,” Vanessa said as I gazed upon the pair.

Vanessa was adorned in a very sexy Milanoo Club dress. The material was Tulle and practically transparent. It had a Halter neckline and was open-shoulder and backless. The front was embellished with studs that while covering the entire front seemed to have the largest concentration of studs over the front of the tits and crotch.

“You are sooo beautiful Van…” I say taking my lover in my arms and kissing her passionately in front of Kat.

Peering out of my almost closed eye I can see that my dear stepmother is a bit put out that this other woman is being kissed in her bedroom and not her. Whether she is annoyed as to who is doing the kissing is not yet my concern. Before Kat could second guess our plans and try and get out of the evening we were on our way. Vanessa drove Kat in her car (as she arrived at our house in it) while I rode my motorcycle. We arrived about the same time and the three of us walked up to the main door like we owned the place. The long line snaking around the left of the door watched as Vanessa pulls out a card from her barely concealed right tit. The bouncers take one look at it and allow us in much to the jeers of displeasure from the people in line.

As always the club was loud and crowded. We found a table to claim as our own and then made our way to the dance floor. Throughout the night we danced and talked and laughed and drank… just three young adults partying like kids out for a night on the town. As the evening went on I took note of the carefree attitude exuding from my stepmother. In all of the time I had known her I’d never seen Katrina so alive and happy. At least until we started to draw a crowd. Suddenly the atmosphere got very Closter phobic for the psychologist. She insisted that I not leave her alone. If I took my hands off of her to dance with my girl (wife) she found a way to maneuver herself between us.

This of course was all part of the plan but Van and I made it seem like we were put out. Kat’s eyes pleaded with me to allow this. When the DJ had to take a quick break I asked Kat if she was willing to do what was necessary to get rid of her unwanted admirers. She quickly nodded yes and when the music came on we began dancing with her between us. Nodding at my love, Van comes up behind the sexy blonde psychologist and places her arms around Kat’s waist. One hand lands squarely in front of her pussy and the other cups one of her succulent breasts. Van then begins to suck on Kat’s neck. My stepmother gasps but doesn’t get to suck in much air as I lean in and claim her mouth in our first non-familial kiss. Even with my eyes closed, I know Kat’s eyes are wide open as she tries to voice her objection. However, they are drowned out by the music and my tongue which is dueling with hers as we move to the music.

Kat soon is swooning as we make out on the dance floor and doesn’t even realize when Van releases her hold on her and adjourns to the table to order us some more drinks. Only when I break the kiss does she realize that she and I are alone on the dance floor once the music stops. Kat is still in a daze as we adjourn to our table. Kat takes her drink and downs it quickly saying nothing about what just occurred. Three more drinks later Kat is loose as a goose and ready to retake the floor. By now no guy is around her save me as most have found their partners for the night. Kat does manage to attract several female admirers to orbit her as she moves to the music. Some were smitten by her beauty and others just wanted to get to know the hot-new club girl. It was just before 3 AM when Van and I finally had to drag Kat from the club.

“It’s still early,” she complained as we walked to Van’s car. “I never used to leave clubs this early. C’mon, let’s go to that after-hours place down the road.”

“How do you know about that place, Kat?” Vanessa inquires as she helps the blonde into the passenger side back seat.

“A friend… of… a ffffriend tole meh.” A drunken Kat slurs, barely managing to finish her sentence.

“Sorry Kat, Vanessa and I are tired… we want to go to bed,” I escort bursa inform her once Van is seated next to my inebriated stepmother. Once they are locked in I close my door, put on my seatbelt, and drive us home.

It takes Kat a while to absorb the information she has been given. Halfway home she says… hey, what about your bike?”

“I gave the keys to a buddy who was at the club. He’s taking his date for a nice long ride about now. He’ll bring it back tomorrow.”

“K… Hey… is Van staying over?”

My lovely wife grins at the question. I play it off like it’s no big deal and say, “Yes Kat, if that’s okay with you,” my sexy stripper of a wife answered, then turned to me and added, “And you better not be too tired David Taylor. I just might hit my second wind once you get me in bed.”

“Why not?” the slightly befuddled Kat asked as we pulled into the driveway of my parent’s house.

I get out and open the door for Vanessa first. With Kat watching through glazed eyes Vanessa reaches out and cups my groin which is at full mast from me thinking about both of the sexy women. “Ohhh,” Kat says when she saw Van’s hand move up and down my rigid shaft.

“Mmmm… I can’t wait to get this in me.” Van announces.

We help Kat out of the car and then into the house. We do our best to keep the noise down until we reach Kat’s room. Van and I help her out of her club dress and I see that Kat is wearing a pair of sexy white lace G-string panties. I can’t help but note that the front of them is completely soaked. Vanessa has Kat lay back and once she is parallel to the ground Van takes the sexy garment off my stepmother and I cat my first view of the sexy blonde. She chooses to keep her mound neatly trimmed in a landing strip just above her clit.

I move to the door to help sell the next part of the plan and once out of her view I hear my wife say, “Good night Kat,”

“Nite…” comes from behind the door followed by the sounds of slumber.

“I think she’d have liked to join us,” Vanessa said as we close the door to my (our) bedroom. She shoves me playfully down onto the bed and mounts me. Once her velvety smooth pussy is wrapped around my solid shaft she kisses me and then rolls us so that I am on top of her.

“Join us? Join us where?” I ask as Vanessa’s heels locked behind my back as I drive my cock deep into her.

“Right here baby,” she laughed as she snaked one of her hands down between our bellies and gently squeezes my cock which I am slowly pushing my love muscle back into her.

“I’m sure if she had her way… if she were honest with herself… she would kick you out of our bed and want to keep my cock all for herself.

Van kisses me as I finish rooting my cock into her passage. “She can try… but I fight dirty… and no one… no one, steals my man from me!”

We made love for over an hour. During that time we roused sleeping beauty from her enchanted slumber. We had purposely left our door open and in that time my drunken stepmother somehow managed to make it down the hall and to my room. However, she didn’t do it with much guile or stealth so we knew when she was there, we just didn’t pay her any mind. When she started her journey from her bedroom Van shifted positions so that when she saw us she discovered exactly what I had in my pants. During their honeymoon, Van and I had re-arranged the room so that my bed was now facing the east wall which was facing the door.

Vanessa was giving me a quick blowjob so that she had a way to conceal my cock from Kat but to also give her a good view of it when we were ready. I gave Van a tap on the shoulder indicating my stepmom had a birdseye view and slowly releases my cock with a loud pop. Kat watches as Van slowly backs away and gives Kat a clear view of my cock.

We both hear her muffled gasp of surprise when she sees my large circumcized cock in all of its glory. The gasp pleases us immensely and we move to the next phase. Van turns around, her eyes closed so she doesn’t take notice of Kat. Focusing on my wife, I take my cock in hand, and slowly feed my dick into her waiting pussy. Kat watched for several minutes as Van moans as I feed her my cock. Only when I have bottomed out and she is panting like a bitch in heat do I begin moving my shaft in and out of her. Soon my room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against one another. My room smells like sex and the older is wafting out into the hall Kat can’t help but recognize the smell from her own room when she returned to her house. Shortly after Van began screaming Kat began playing with her tit with one hand and the other working over her pussy. We are very loud and eventually, Kat departs hoping our noise will mask her journey back to bed. Vanessa’s loud wail as she comes is one for the record books and as we would later discover, made Kat so sexually frustrated that she had to diddle herself off before she could go back to sleep.

The next morning we all had breakfast together. Dad never came home from the office as he had sent a text saying that he would be gone all weekend (as Kat predicted). Kat thanked Vanessa for getting her out of the house and she watched as my lover kissed me goodbye as she had to go take care of some things before work tonight.