New babysitter

Two days later, Ivanna sat in the living room of her home, wrapped in an oversized sweater. Her stepmother, Diana, stood over her, crossing her arms. Diana was a stunning Latina with a sharp gaze and a wardrobe that actually fit her curves.

"I am disgusted, Ivanna," Diana said, her voice a cold blade. "The school is demanding a formal apology, and the video of your 'exposure' has four million views on TikTok. You've embarrassed this family."

"It was an accident! She attacked me!" Ivanna whimpered.

"You've been playing a character, Ivanna. A fake, brooding goth girl while hiding the fact that you're a chubby, infantile mess," Diana countered. "You clearly cannot manage your own life. You have no discipline, no self-awareness, and apparently, no taste in underwear."

"I'm thirty-six! I don't need a lecture!"

"You're thirty-six and you're a virgin who pees the bed when she's stressed," Diana snapped. "I've seen the laundry, Ivanna. Now, since you've proven you're as mature as a toddler, I've hired someone to help you get your life back on track. A sitter. Someone who knows exactly how to handle you."

The front door opened, and a woman stepped in. She wore black jeans, a torn t-shirt, and a smirk that made Ivanna’s heart stop. Her hair was in a perfect brown bob cut.

"Hello, Ivanna. Long time no see."

Ivanna gasped, her eyes wide. "Marion? No. No, absolutely not! Mom, you can't be serious!"

"Marion was your partner for over two years," Diana said calmly. "She knows your secrets. She knows your weaknesses. And most importantly, she isn't afraid of you. She's in charge of you now."

Marion walked forward, her boots clacking on the hardwood. "I heard about the video. The duckie panties? Really, Ivannita? I thought I had told you does didn’t fit you anymore. I knew you were a nerd, but I didn't know you were a baby."

"Get out! Leave me alone!" Ivanna cried.

Marion suddenly grabbed the collar of the sweater and yanked Ivanna toward the hallway. "First thing's first. We need to get Raphael in here. I think he wants to see the new arrangement."

Raphael, Ivanna's 19 year old stepbrother, was leaning against the wall. He looked fit, not big but definitely muscular. Ivanna had spent years mocking him, calling him a "little boy" and laughing at the size of his genitals.

"Hey, Raphael," Marion grinned. "Come here. See what we have on the menu today."

Marion shoved Ivanna face-down across her lap. The impact was sudden, and Ivanna let out a sharp yelp as her soft belly pressed against Marion's hard thighs.

"Wait! Marion, stop! I'm sorry for everything!" Ivanna screamed.

"Sorry doesn't cut it, baby," Marion whispered.