The Family Tradition

Paula, barely legal and dressed to kill, stands in the bathroom studying her reflection. Expensive lingerie clings to every curve, but her eyes are blank until she drops two antacid tablets into a glass. They fizz. She pulls on a fluffy robe to cover the lace and heads down the hall. Her stepmom and stepdad are propped against the headboard watching TV. Paula carries the glass like a good little nurse. Stepmom coos at how cute she looks and waves her closer. Stepdad barely glances up. Paula hands over the glass. Stepmom gushes about how devoted her daughter has been all year. Paula gives a shy shrug, then they share a tight hug while stepdad keeps channel-surfing. Stepmom downs the drink and a few minutes later slumps sideways, out cold. Stepdad stands, already peeling off his pajamas. His cock is hard. He stops Paula before she can slip off the robe. “Leave it on,” he says. “I want to fuck your pretty face while you’re still wearing it.” Paula looks down at her sleeping stepmom. “Can we at least go to my room?” she whispers. Stepdad shakes his head. “Get on your knees.” She sinks down, crawls over, and looks up. “Is stepdaddy ready for his nightly blow job?” He grabs her chin. “In this house you say stepdaddy, nothing else. Open your mouth, baby girl.” Paula smiles. “Yes, stepdaddy.”