My Fucktoy Step-Sister Chapter 01 - Teasing My Pussy For A Stranger

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I laid breakfast down for my family.

My husband, Frank, was a very busy manager at a Medical firm. It was thanks to his hard work that I could live in a beautiful house.

I was also very proud of my younger step-brother, Scott. He’s 19 and was currently studying Law in University.

Our parents insisted on sending him to boarding school. Pretty much not long after he hit puberty, he was sent away.

I was against it as his stepsister, not wanting to have my step-brother being so far away from me. I mean, how would we develop a bond as siblings if we had no interaction? He was my baby brother, afterall. I was a good few years older than him and part of me suspected that he was a mistake of sorts. That didn’t bother me. I was happy to have a sibling, even though we’re not related by blood.

But I guess I couldn’t argue with the results. Scott graduated with flying colours, and many universities scouted him out to take a scholarship with them.

For some reason, he decided to study at a local university. It wasn’t the worst choice, but he had so much more potential.

It made no sense for him to be in this town in so many ways. Our family moved too, so he had no choice but to live with me and Frank. No that I minded at all.

My husband was okay with it too.

I heard the familiar footfalls of Scott coming down the stairs before I saw him. I hoped he’ll enjoy what I made today- fried eggs and bacon!

“Good morning, Scott.”

It was as if my words fell on deaf ears. Scott ignored what I made and started putting on his coat. It was like that sweet kid I knew, the one who loved to fly kites at the park and go for strolls with me was someone else entirely.

“Hey Scott, answer your sister,” Frank said, not hiding the scowl on his face.

“It’s okay honey,” I quickly added, trying to defuse an early morning argument. “Scott, aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m eating with friends later.”

“Oh, okay…”

“If there’s nothing else, I’m heading out.”

Scott left, and I joined my husband at the dining table. We ate and I kept an eye on the time, not wanting Frank to be late for work.

I cleaned up the dishes afterwards, and helped my husband with his coat and briefcase- he can be very scatterbrained and a few times he forgot something important.

“Anna, I hope Scott didn’t upset you too much this morning.”

“No, why would you say that?”

“Ever since he’s been living with us, he has a real attitude problem. I tell myself it’s him just trying to find his feet.”

“I know honey, I’m sure he’ll come around.”

“I can’t thank you enough for everything you do around here- Our home is immaculate and you’re always making sure our needs are met.”

I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Just doing what a good wife is supposed to do,” I smiled.

I wished him a good day and waved him off as he left.

We’ve been married for so long now, and having a broody baby-brother around can be taxing. But I didn’t regret a moment of it. I was grateful to have him around. Our parents provided, but that was the extent of our family. They expected their children to live up to their end of the deal and not be embarassments. It was a family devoid of warmth. I worry sometimes that Scott may go down that path, just like our parents, but I’m determined to give him the love that need missed out on, to open up his heart.

I know I sound sappy as hell, thinking of stuff like that, but there is truly nothing more important to me. My marriage was the exception, of course.



However, being an efficient housewife also meant that I tend to get things done quickly. That meant I have a lot of free time on my hands, usually. With my husband gone most of the time and Scott giving me the cold shoulder (I’m working on it), I’m often bored or left with my thoughts. Frank and I don’t have children, so I can’t very well go hang out with other moms. Like Scott, I too went to an institute. Expensive, and the girls are taught to be intelligent and supportive ladies for their husbands.

I know, this is the 21st century, no way places like that could exist. But they do. The academy I went to were catered for the wealthy. My family built their wealth. Scott was expected to inherit the family’s business. I, however, was expected to form favorable partnerships through marriages.
That’s how I met Frank. He was introduced to me through both our parents. But Frank’s family business bankrupted, and now their family name was disgraced.

I loved Frank ,though. He was my husband, and I, his wife. Even though my parents wanted us to divorce, I was firmly against it. My mother told me that despite being in my thirties, my beauty was still relatively marketable to other prominent suitors.
So here we are. Frank was doing his damndest to keep us afloat, and I was doing my best to be a good housewife.

My parents didn’t object to Scott living with us, provided he produced results, academically. He was seen as an investment, and the less visible he is for them, the better for now.

I sighed as I wiped dry the last plate on the dish rack. It was barely an hour since everyone left and I had the whole afternoon ahead of me.

I sat down on the living room sofa and fidgeted.

I looked at my iPhone on the coffee table, as if it was something I should ignore. Okay, no big deal. I’m just going to check my emails and social media.

A quick couple of minutes, and I was done. My so called friends from school… Well, they’re all jet setting around the world and updating their instagrams. Social media was a boon for them, showing off their amazing socialite lifestyles. It wasn’t a boon for me. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t regret my situation, but it made me feel that I can’t socialise with my peers. I no longer have anything in common with them.

So I tried to do things regular people do.

I joined some online forums, stuff like local community groups and life hack forums. But the one thing that I really enjoyed was Local

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Written by Stasia Grey
Hochgeladen June 25, 2021
Notes Anna was a dutiful housewife. She had a hard working and caring husband who provides for her. She should be happy with her life. If so, why does she feel so frustrated? Speaking to a stranger online unleashes her needs...
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