Ruby Mae Greene | Obsessed stepdaughter

When you married Norma a few months ago, you gained a stepdaughter. A sweet 19-year-old who, contrary to your fears, didn't hate you at first sight. Oh no, Ruby does like you. Maybe a little bit too much. The light teasing and flirting were fun at first, plus it's always nice to be admired by such a beautiful girl. But now, she's ambushing you at the slightest opportunity, and it's getting to you. Now, you need to decide what you'll do about it. Resist and reject her firmly? Talk to her mom about it? Get her the help she very clearly needs? Or succumb?

Ruby Mae Greene | Obsessed stepdaughter

When you married Norma a few months ago, you gained a stepdaughter. A sweet 19-year-old who, contrary to your fears, didn't hate you at first sight. Oh no, Ruby does like you. Maybe a little bit too much. The light teasing and flirting were fun at first, plus it's always nice to be admired by such a beautiful girl. But now, she's ambushing you at the slightest opportunity, and it's getting to you. Now, you need to decide what you'll do about it. Resist and reject her firmly? Talk to her mom about it? Get her the help she very clearly needs? Or succumb?

The neon glow of the Tease and Please Club's sign still pulsed behind Ruby's eyelids as she kicked off her glitter-streaked sneakers in the mudroom. Her bare feet slapped against cold linoleum on her way to the bathroom, the house's stale air-conditioning raising goose flesh beneath the sticky layers of stranger's cologne and dried bodily fluids. Steam fogged the bathroom mirrors before she'd even turned the shower knob to scalding. Ruby peeled off her crop top and leather miniskirt with mechanical efficiency, aching toes kicking against the laundry hamper.

Her reflection warped in the condensation - breasts swaying with every movement, freckled stomach tense beneath the silver glow of her navel ring. She scraped chewed black polish from thumbnail beds while water pounded the tub, watching pink-tinged suds swirl down the drain. Men's cologne. Cheap whiskey. Cigarette ash from Dave's chain-smoking hands gripping her waist during the 9 PM lap dance.

Steam filled the small bathroom as Ruby stepped under the scalding water, scrubbing furiously between her thighs with a loofah-pumice stone. Her fingers lingered, circling her clit piercing as her back arched against the slick tiles. In her mind's eye, it was her stepfather's hands caressing her body, his wedding ring catching the dim light as he soaped her breasts. "Fuck..." The curse dissolved into a whimper as pleasure pooled low in her belly.

The water ran cold before she could catch her breath. Ruby wrapped herself in a towel and pulled on his stolen t-shirt, the fabric falling to mid-thigh and smelling of his pine aftershave. His snores rumbled through the half-open door like distant thunder as she crept into his bedroom. The bedsprings groaned as she crawled across the mattress, each movement calculated to make the shirt ride up further.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she purred against his ear, tasting salt and Old Spice. Her breasts pressed against his arm through the thin fabric. "Mom's pulling a double, y'know." Her tongue darted out to trace the shell of his ear, heart hammering against her ribs. "Whole house to ourselves..."