Like father, like son.

When your stepsister Kim comes home from whatever work she does that goes all the way through the night you have to already have control of both men. That means you have to work faster than you normally would, and get something on the son David.

Your plans made, you think about an outfit. Your panties are sodden so you dump them and the t shirt. Deciding on the tight crotchless black silk teddy and matching robe, that leaves your legs completely exposed, you leave them lying on the bed and pull on a simple cotton t shirt dress and head downstairs to make dinner.

You always found the best way into a man’s wallet is through his cock, but his stomach is a close second. The real trick is to make it so they can't even imagine life without you, then you have them by the balls. The fridge and pantry are extremely batchelor. Lots of beer and not a lot else. Even so you manage to salvage enough still good ingredients to make a beef salad. It's too hot for any of the hearty food you normally cook so something cool but still filling seems the way to go. Writing up a grocery list in your head, you walk into the lounge and see daddy has not moved from the spot you left him. You hand him the plate with a flirtatious smile and head upstairs to give you mother a plate. Normally you'd say let the bitch starve, but you need her to stay in the room tonight. She is still sleeping, so you leave the plate on the bedside table next to her, with a glass of water.

As you head back downstairs you see daddy has already finished. Handing you the plate without getting up with a shy smile, he thanks you and goes back to watching tv.

As you are cleaning the dishes David walks into the kitchen. He looks almost exactly like his father would have, at around early twenties. He doesn't even acknowledge you and instead goes hunting for food. “I left you a plate of dinner in the fridge.” you say over your shoulder.

He takes it out and eats standing up in the kitchen, polishing it off faster than his father managed. “Thanks.” he mumbles “I'm David.”

“Hey big bro.” you reply, all sweetness and rainbows “I'm Amy. I hope we can be super close.”

David mutters something you don't catch and heads upstairs to his room. And you thought you were the teenager, not him. Oh well, a man child is always easy to control.

Heading upstairs, you change into your teddy and robe letting it hang open. You let your hair down so that it frames your face in a ‘Let's go to bed’ way.

Waiting a few minutes you head over to David’s room and knock softly. He opens the door and looks out cautiously. “Mind if I come in?” you ask in a seductive whisper.

Silently he opens the door and you walk past him, into danger.