Chapter 2

Andrew's pov

Heading towards the house, I noticed a truck parked in our driveway with an SUV beside it. 

That must be Dad's new wife, I scoff. I couldn't believe Dad when he told me he was going to remarry. The worst thing was he dated this woman for just two months, who does that? 

I parked my car in the garage and strolled up to the door. I was about to make my way in when I noticed a middle-aged woman with the perfect shape for someone her age in the living room. 

"Camilla, come down and help your mother," she yells as she lifts some boxes toward the stairs.

 She looks up and I get a better view of her face. My father usually dates women in their thirties but she looked more like she was in her early forties. She looked hot. I couldn't deny that. 

She looks at me in confusion before smiling, "Andrew!" I nod in response.

"I'm Emily," she said smiling.

I fake a smile, unwilling to do this introduction thing with her. She reaches in and hugs me before I can protest. It felt warm and sweet and I had never been hugged by an older woman except Grandma before she passed.

"I've heard so many good things about you," she said.

"Unfortunately, the feeling isn't mutual," I mutter under my breath but loud enough for her to hear me.

Surprisingly, she ignored my rude comment and gave a soft smile as she arranged my scattered hair.

Did this woman think I was four years old? I look at her confused but her smile warms up my heart. 

Stop the act woman, I say in my mind. Was she keeping an act? Oh! She wanted to win me over and make me like her so I don't think she came to steal my mother's place.

That wasn't necessary as I hated mothers because my mother dumped me when I was just a baby.

I quickly think of something to pull myself from her warm gaze before she sucks me up. "Can I help you?" I ask.

"That's so thoughtful of you but I suggest you go and freshen up. You must be tired after the long journey down here," she smiled warmly again and even though she had released me from her hangup, I still felt warm from earlier.

"Okay," I said, not bothered that she refused. I was going to rest because I truly felt tired.

"Have you eaten?" She asks and I shake my head in disapproval.

"I got food from a restaurant on my way here. Freddie's?"

"Good choice," I smiled at her unknowingly and she smiled broadly as if she felt successful enough to make me smile. Truly, the road to a man's house is in his stomach.

"Uhmmm, where's my Dad?" I ask as I grab a lunch pack from the dining table. 

"He's upstairs with your stepsister, you should go say hi." She said to me, she was a sweet lady but I wasn't cut out for all these. And the stepsister part sounded strange but let's see who the lucky lady was.

As I made my way up the stairs, I felt a notification on my phone. It was a text message from Brielle, 'Hey boo, how was your journey? Meet me at 5 pm if you are free, I can't wait to ride you." 

I immediately knew her parents weren't home and a soft smile crossed my lips. That was why I loved Brielle amongst my numerous girlfriends, even though she thinks she's the only one: she knows how to treat me right. The best things to relax my body were numerous orgasms and I would be fine 

'Yes, kiss that booty for me.' I replied to her text.

Just then, I felt my phone crash into something soft, someone rather. As I looked up, my eyes met with the prettiest girl I'd set my eyes on this planet. Her soft lilac and strawberry perfume hit me and that was it, my lips broadened in a smile.

"Sorry, I'm Camilla. You must be…" she stammered. I figured she was trying to recall my name so I helped her out, "Andrew." I said stretching out my hand for a handshake but I got pulled into a gentle hug instead. I forgot the hugs run in their blood, both mother and daughter. 

The hug was gentle but my manhood was already playing funny games as it became erect, this is my step-sister you dummy. Dad came just in time to my rescue. "I see you both have met already," he said as he walked down to where we were standing and he gave me a cold stare. I knew what he was thinking but he shouldn't blame me because his stepdaughter was too hot.

She had the facial features of Emily but was Caramel in complexion and that made her more beautiful, her smile carved out her dimples more.

Dad always wanted me to reduce the number of ladies I slept with but I couldn't help it. They were all over me. I had to block him on all my social media accounts for him to stop seeing my updates- and sometimes Brielle.

He pulled me in a brief embrace and it felt awkward, we never hugged just handshakes. He must have been infected by the hugging bug from his new family, I scoff.

"How was your journey, son?" He asked as we made our way back downstairs.

"It was fine, I'm just tired." Hoping he'd let me be, it was already 2 pm and I had to freshen before time out with Brielle. I dropped the lunch pack I was holding back on the dining table.

"You should help your stepmother and sister unpack before you rest," Dad said. I wondered if he was trying to impress them or make me look humble.

"It's fine, he can rest. He must be tired," Camilla's voice calls. She has the voice of an angel and it had a good melody as she spoke.

"Why don't I help you unpack?" I offered and she pointed to a pink box.

"This is my last box."

"Of course," I said and we both headed for her room. 

I couldn't help but follow her hips as they swayed, I was in for a long thing.