Step-Fam

Chapter 91 - Step-Fam

Mike pulled up in front of Nancy’s house just as the last bit of daylight disappeared behind the rooftops and the streetlights began flickering on one by one. Nancy leaned across the center console before he could say anything, caught him by the collar, and kissed him slowly. When she finally pulled away, she gave him a small smile and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

“Text me later,” she said, opening the door.

Mike watched her walk up the short path toward her front door, and he waited until she had disappeared inside before starting the car again. The drive home was quiet, with only the low sound of the engine and the occasional flash of headlights from passing cars keeping him company.

The moment he opened the front door, the smell of garlic, butter, and herbs reached him from the kitchen.

“Mike?” May called.

“Yeah, I’m home.”

May was in the kitchen, back to him, stirring something on the stove. She wore one of those soft housewife dresses—pale blue with tiny white flowers, the kind that cinched at the waist and flared over her hips.

A simple white apron was tied around her, the strings digging lightly into the soft curve of her waist. The fabric hugged the heavy sway of her breasts every time she moved, the neckline dipping just enough to show the warm valley between them. Her dark hair was loosely pinned up, a few strands sticking to the back of her neck from the heat of the stove. She looked… edible. Soft, rounded, and completely unaware of how the dress clung to the full shape of her ass when she leaned forward.

She turned when she heard him.

“There you are. Dinner’s almost ready.”

Mike nodded and dropped his bag beside the wall.

Rem sat at the table, one leg tucked under her, scrolling on her phone. She had on a pair of tiny denim shorts that barely covered the underside of her ass and a tight white crop top that stopped just below her ribs. The thin material stretched across her small, perky breasts, the outline of her nipples faintly visible.

Her long legs were bare, smooth as poured cream, stretched out and slightly parted on the couch like she owned the fucking place. The tiny shorts rode high enough that every lazy shift of her hips flashed a strip of pale inner thigh—soft, warm skin that disappeared into the dark shadow between her legs, the fabric so thin it barely covered the plump curve of her cunt. When she moved, the material pulled tight across her ass and the soft mound of her pussy, outlining the seam of her lips in a way that made it obvious she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. A faint, warm scent of skin and something sweeter clung to the air around her, the kind of quiet, lived-in heat that made a man’s mouth water.

She glanced at him for barely a second—cool, almost bored—before returning her attention to the screen. Her expression made it obvious she hadn’t exactly been waiting for him to come home. If anything, she looked mildly annoyed that he’d interrupted whatever she was watching, one bare foot flexing, toes curling against the cushion while the shorts crept even higher. The pale flash of skin between the hem and the soft place where her thighs met stayed there a second longer than it needed to, like she knew exactly what it did and didn’t give a single fuck.

“Wash your hands before you eat,” May said.

Mike headed toward the sink, but before he could turn on the water, a faint blue window appeared in the corner of his vision.

[Quest: Fuck May or Rem]

[Time Remaining: 48 Hours]

He froze for a moment.

The strange system window hovered there as if it were attached to the air itself. Mike stared at it, wondering if he was somehow imagining the whole thing, but the timer continued counting down.

He blinked once.

The window disappeared.

“Everything okay?” May asked from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” Mike replied. “Just tired.”

He washed his hands and joined them at the table.

May set a plate of pasta in front of him, then one for Rem, and finally her own. She took the seat across from him. The movement made her breasts shift under the dress, the soft weight of them pressing against the fabric. When she reached for the pepper, the apron strings pulled tighter, outlining the full curve of her waist and the generous swell of her hips.

Then May looked at him.

“Are you free tomorrow?”

Mike swallowed his food and nodded. “Yeah. Why?”

“I have an appointment in the afternoon, and Rem needs some new clothes. I was hoping you could take her shopping.”

Rem immediately stopped eating.

“Wait, what?”

May smiled. “You need clothes, don't you?”

“I can go by myself.”

“You could, but Mike is free tomorrow, and I don't want you wandering around the mall for hours.”

Rem looked at Mike with clear annoyance. “I don't want to go with him.”

Mike raised an eyebrow. “You think I'm excited about spending the afternoon with you?”

Her eyes narrowed. “You're always staring at me.”

“And you're always making assumptions.”

“You literally walked in while I was using your shower.”

“You were using my shower without asking.”

“You weren't even home!”

“That doesn't mean you can just use it.”

Rem dropped her fork onto the plate. “You're such an asshole.”

“Rem.” May's voice was calm, but there was a warning underneath it.

Rem leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. Mike shook his head and returned to his food. “Fine. I'll take her.”

“Good,” May said, relieved. “Then it's settled.”

The rest of dinner passed awkwardly, with Rem refusing to look at Mike and May occasionally glancing between them as if she expected another argument to break out.

Later that night, Mike lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling while the events of the evening replayed in his mind.

[Quest: Fuck May or Rem]

[Time Remaining: 40 Hours]

Mike stared at it for several seconds before slowly turning onto his side.

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