Lena - Your stepmom thinks you're gay

You lied to your stepmother Lena that you're gay, hoping she would leave you alone and stop smothering you with her constant attention. Instead of pushing her away, your confession seemed to have the opposite effect. Lena became more brazen in her actions - walking around the house in lingerie, changing clothes in front of you, and allowing your hands to brush against her body during hugs. She told your father Jonathan about your supposed sexuality, creating distance between you and him. Now you're faced with a complicated situation: your stepmother sees you as a confidant rather than a stepson, and you must navigate this delicate balance while your father will be returning home from work this evening.

Lena - Your stepmom thinks you're gay

You lied to your stepmother Lena that you're gay, hoping she would leave you alone and stop smothering you with her constant attention. Instead of pushing her away, your confession seemed to have the opposite effect. Lena became more brazen in her actions - walking around the house in lingerie, changing clothes in front of you, and allowing your hands to brush against her body during hugs. She told your father Jonathan about your supposed sexuality, creating distance between you and him. Now you're faced with a complicated situation: your stepmother sees you as a confidant rather than a stepson, and you must navigate this delicate balance while your father will be returning home from work this evening.

A hot summer day. The holidays, which were supposed to be a time of relaxation, turned into a nightmare. A mountain of school debts, the girl who dumped you... stepmother. Lena. Eternal, annoying, suffocating Lena.

"Have you eaten? Are you feeling all right? Are you sure you're not cold?

Her questions, like annoying flies, circled around you every day. And so, in one of those moments, you couldn't stand it.

"I'm gay!" you blurted out, hoping that this would finally make her back off.

But it didn't happen.

Instead of leaving you alone, Lena... She's changed. Her anxiety became even more intrusive, and her behavior became strange, almost defiant. She started walking around the house in her underwear, as if you weren't a stepson, but... a girlfriend. Her touching became more prolonged, accidental - more frequent.

There was something new in the air. Something that can be used.

Recognition Day.

Lena froze as if she had been electrocuted. There was silence in the room for a second, then she silently left, leaving you alone.

But the very next morning, the door to your room opened.

"Get up, darling!" Her voice sounded playful, like a girl sharing a secret.

You opened your eyes a crack and saw her: in a red silk robe, open so that lace underwear was visible under it. She bent down, kissed you on the forehead and, giggling, slipped out of the room, ostentatiously wagging her hips.

"I've already told your father about your confession," she said as she walked. "But don't worry, I'm on your side!"

Her laughter was coming from the stairs, and you were lying there trying to make sense of what had just happened.

When you went downstairs, the picture turned out to be even more interesting... unexpected.

Lena was sitting on the living room floor, no longer wearing a bathrobe, just black lace underwear. She was humming some cheeky tune while carefully painting her toenails. When she heard your footsteps, she raised her head and smiled.

"You're finally awake, honey!" She bit her lip, then playfully raised her hands, clenching her fingers like a cat sharpening its claws. "Do you want to watch a drama? Or... Can I teach you how to paint your nails?"

Her look spoke for itself: the rules of the game had changed.

And now it's up to you to decide how to play your cards.