Chapter 1 The New Mom

I always thought that life would get better after my 22nd birthday, practically because I was getting my second car. I was in my final year in college and I was looking forward to having more freedom as well. When I talk about freedom, I mean from my parents, to do whatever I please. Well, the parent I speak of is just my father, I lost my mother when I was twelve; she had died of cancer and so I only had Dad since then. At least, I was adjusted to that life and I thought that things were going to remain that way forever, but I was wrong. Well, Dad is getting married again today; I believe the ceremony must have begun already. Why am I not there ? Well, maybe I just don't agree with his decision to get another wife. Why does a forty-five years old man with a twenty-two years old son need a new wife? Isn't that just absurd? If he wants to fuck, then he can do that with any woman of his choice without having to marry her. How do I face my friends when they find out that I now have a step-mom, someone who is just a decade and few years older than me? Forget about the shame, now I have to share the only parent's love that I have left with a stranger. Dad is not going to have time for me again, it was better when he only had his company to distract him, but now he has a new wife as well. And how about all the stories I have heard of stepmothers? I know I am not a kid, but what if she maltreats me? What if she turns my father's heart against me? What if she makes him hate me? I am starting to miss my mother now, more than ever. Father used to love mother a lot, but ten years after she is gone, he has moved over her and didn't just get a girlfriend, he was getting married to her; a divorcee with a child of her own at that. Now I have to babysit, my father says she has a daughter. I never cared to know how old this daughter of hers was, but I just hope I don't have to deal with a sassy teenager or I might leave this house for them . The thought of all this bothered me as I lay on my large bed in my large room. Well, everything in this house was spacious, but I doubt it will remain the same with the arrival of two new family members. Now, I might have to drag the remote with a stranger, we might disagree on who chooses the movies at night. I hope I don't have to share my cars with anyone, if the old man wants to have a new family, then he should better make arrangements for them. I won't share anything that belongs to me with them. My phone rang for the fifteenth time and I groaned. I ignored it yet again; it was father calling, the wedding had begun hours ago but I refused to attend it. I know he would be disappointed and pretty mad at me but I don' t give a fuck about that; why should I care? He didn't give a damn about my opinion either, he just went ahead to marry that woman for his own happiness. I am his son, shouldn't my happiness come first? I didn't have a problem with him rolling in bed with women; he could have as many of them as he wanted. He still has a few years to clap, slap butt cheeks and whine that old waist, but marriage? Come on, that is so fucked up!! I finally stood up from the bed and headed out for the sitting room, a gloomy expression on my face. Well, I have been moody since last night. Dad and his new wife will be coming back together after the wedding, and my life is expected to change entirely. If things get too difficult, then I will just have to get myself a new house. Although I am not yet working, I have a fully funded account. Dad has one percentage of the company's revenue channeled to my account, which is over five thousand dollars monthly; that is more than enough to sustain me since I don't live an extravagant lifestyle. Well, I spend most of my money on clothes and costumes'; dressing up is kind of my favorite thing. Mom didn't have a daughter so she would always get my nice costumes and outfits for dress up and then we would take photos. I took a liking to that and now all I can think of is getting my hand on the latest designers and fancy costumes for a photo shoot. I climbed down the stairs and into the sitting room; we had a very wide sitting room with three long couches; one on the left, one on the right and the other in the center. I picked the remote from the glass table and was yet to sit down when I heard voices at the door. I turned around immediately and saw Dad in his White Italian suit, looking like he was twenty again. He pushed the glass door open and walked in, still holding it open for his new wife to come in. My jaw dropped at the sight of the couple. I wasn't expecting the wedding to be over in another one hour… I wish I had never come down and now I have to face them. "Hey Noah, you are here," Dad said and smiled; knowing him too well, I knew that he was pretending, he would probably scold me later but he didn't want to do it in front of his new wife. Speaking of his new wife, she looked younger than thirty-five like Dad had told me that she was. I can't deny that she is beautiful with large tits and curvy hips. Wait; was I being a pervert right now? This was my new stepmom, I shouldn't think of her in that way. I still hadn't said a word to them or replied to Dad, he gave me signs to play along with the look in his eyes and I groaned softly. I didn't want to pretend, I wanted this woman to know that she wasn't 't welcome here. “Why are you so quiet? You missed the wedding because of your tight schedules which I understand, but you should at least welcome your mom and I,” Dad said immediately. "She is not my mom," I blurted and dropped the remote. "Noah!!" my father called as I turned to leave. I sighed and turned back to face them. I didn't like this at all, I hated the fact that my right of choice was taken away from me. “You are welcome to our house, Cecile,” I uttered as I remembered her name. Dad always mentions it during his lovey dovey calls with her. "You should call her mom," Dad instructed. "No honey, it is fine, I think Cecile is much better. He is a grown man and he is yet to get comfortable with all this, so please don't be hard on him," she said immediately with a smile. I scoffed and looked away. What was she trying to do? Win me over? Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, it would be much more difficult than that, if not impossible. I was about to turn around and head back to my room when I heard the voice of a girl, I looked to the door immediately and my jaw dropped in shock. She pushed the door open and walked in while on the phone with someone. Her voice was angelic, her face gorgeous but what drew my attention more was her huge tits. She had just as large boobs as her mother but was more beautiful. She was in a pink skimpy gown that stopped midway her thighs, her hair tied in two pony tails. I didn't even realize that I was drooling. When Dad had told me that she had a daughter, I wasn't exactly expecting this beautiful heavily endowed young lady, I was expecting someone fourteen or fifteen, but the young lady before me looked eighteen or nineteen. “Noah, meet your new step sister, Laura,” Dad introduced with a smile I swallowed hard and tried to get my eyes off those tits; if she wasn't my stepsister, then I would have been working my charm on her right now. Why did Dad have to marry this lady? “Hi,” she said sweetly as she ended the call and threw her phone into her purse. “H… HI,” I stuttered and smiled foolishly. Well, maybe this marriage wasn't entirely a bad idea. I mean, I still don't like this lady or the fact that she is my new stepmom, but maybe having this beautiful stepsister will serve as compensation. “Alright boy, show your new sister to her room, while I take your stepmom to hers. You missed the wedding so you better come up with a way to make up for it,” father said as he took Cecile's hand and they began to climb up the stairs. I stood there staring at the beautiful lady before me, she was everything that I wished for, too bad that we were family now. Maybe if I had cared to know Dad's new family before the wedding, I could have gotten her to do something with me, and it wouldn't be a taboo as we weren't related yet at that time, but that was just me lusting after my stepsister. To be continued!