Go into the room

You took a moment to realize that your hand had grasped onto the door knob without thinking first to knock and the door swung open softly, casting a bit of light from the hallway into the darkened bedroom. Besides the bedside light, the rest of the room was dark and your eyes had to take a moment to adjust. Figuring you had already failed spectacularly to sneak into the room unannounced, you had instead found your voice and called out softly. "Stephanie?"

There was a slight rustling of sheets and you watched as she turned and looked at you for a moment before she placed her head back down on the pillow, her back towards you. "Sorry...Tim, I know it's a bit hard..."

_You don't even know the half of it, lady, _you mentally cracked but somehow prevented your lips from uttering, instead stepping into the room and then gently closing the door behind you, pausing for a moment to hear the click of the lock before you tilted your head slightly and watched for any reaction. Seeing none, you sighed. "Listen..."

She wiped her nose and you could sense that she was softly crying as she kept her back towards you, your mom's body was something you didn't really try to notice but now could not help but obsess over, including what she had said in her tone, her voice. There was no escaping the visual of her breasts bouncing as she ran her tongue over a nipple while finger-fucking her pussy and moaning your name. The display from this afternoon had told you enough:

Your mom was dead. Long live Stephanie.

You found your second, third, and fourth winds of courage and soon you decided to damn whatever feelings you had deep in you and look at it from this perspective: Amber Knights was in your house, in bed, had offered to fuck you, and you weren't going to turn this down again. You were not a connoisseur of **** videos, even the "step-mom/step-son" vids on PH were not your cup of tea, but the opportunity did not present itself in any other way, shape, or form. Here, though, it was simply yours for the taking. There was no other means of getting a pliant woman to teach you the ropes, in a familiar and comfortable setting, in your own house. Hell, Dad wasn't remotely interested in doing anything (you knew the smell on his jacket, even though Stephanie didn't, and you couldn't fault the guy too much...) David was too young, Randall was just a horndog waiting for a free pass.

No, if you wanted to do this, you needed to get your panties off and put on your tightie-whities.

You turned back and looked over as Stephanie had turned her head ever so slightly, still not looking at you, but also still awake. "Tim?" Your eyes feasted on the silhouette that formed from her body, the curve in her hips, and the way she was laying with her ass towards you. You looked at her again with new eyes and found that while she was definitely not Amber, she was even more seductive and alluring. Forbidden fruit, perhaps? You just shook your head and slowly approached the bed, thanking yourself for taking the chance and just wearing your jogging pants and a sweater.

With little fanfare, you lowered yourself onto the bed and ran a hand along her hip carefully. "Hey Steph..."