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I watch Andrew kiss my mother before she leaves the house, oblivious to the fact that the bitch is cheating on him. I saw her phone open as she brought in groceries one day and read the text messages. The words and pictures still make me blush.

She and Andrew have only been married a couple of years, but he’s head over heels, blindly in love. So blind he doesn't see what’s so obvious in front of him.

“I love you,” he mumbles, pressing his lips to hers as he closes his eyes. My mother keeps her eyes open and pulls away, quickly wiping her mouth. She smiles and hums instead of replying to his declaration of love.

I watch, leaning against the counter. My mother turns and leaves, her eyes catching mine for a split second before she pulls the door behind her.

“Andy, why do you put up with her? You know she's cheating on you, right,” I say, looking at my stepdad. He is younger than my mom.

I remember when she bragged about being a cougar, snagging a young guy. He hadn't even been 30 when they got married, a doe-eyed guy who thought he had hit the jackpot on trophy wives. That was nearly a decade ago.

I was 14 when he came into our lives, dating my mom and quickly falling under her spell. I can't blame them, though. My mother is a slut and bitch, but she’s a knockout. She has an hourglass figure and is high maintenance, keeping the gray away with weekly salon visits.

Andy turns, pushing a hand through his dark hair. I love it when he does that, something so simple yet so sexy. He gives me a bright smile and goes to the stove.

“No, Josie, she's just a very busy woman. Why would she cheat on me? I'm a stud,” he says, laughing as he pulls out a pan and pancake mix.

I groan softly, wanting to agree with him, knowing it will only make things awkward. The words bubble up in my throat as my mouth opens.

“Be that as it may,” I start, my eyes widening at my statement, “She is still cheating. I know you try to see the good in everyone, but she is so painfully transparent, Andy. Please.”

I lean against the kitchen island, watching him mix the pancakes into a sticky mess. I can feel the movement of his hips against my side, bumping into me slightly. Closing my eyes, I swallow a moan. I can imagine what sex would feel like with him.

Imagining is all I can do really, filling in pieces from porn I have watched. Having never done the actual deed makes it hard to visualize how it will feel, though-the sounds and smells, the feelings in my body. I wouldn't be lying if I said I imagined Andy having the honor. In all my dreams about actually having sex, it’s always Andy. It has been that way for years now.

I imagine running my hands through his hair, over his hard muscles, holding onto his thick ass as he fucks me. I sigh heavily and open my eyes, inhaling the scent of pancakes mixed with his cologne.

I know where my mother is, know who she is seeing. It’s an asshole from the gym, a guy named Chad. He’s a typical dude bro type, muscle-bound with bleached hair and teeth.

I know she’s told Andy she’s going shopping when really, her red Mustang will be parked outside the gym, while she’s inside getting plowed by Chad, the personal trainer.

I shudder and move away from the stove, sitting at the table, watching Andy move around, dancing to the music only he could hear in his head.

He sways, bouncing, bobbing side to side as he cooks a small mound of pancakes.

They smell amazing and I know he will smell like that the rest of the day.

“Can we go to the store after we eat?” I ask, playing with my hair, coyly. He looks at me, nodding.

“Yeah, what do you need?” he asks, making me feel bad for the bomb I’m about to drop on him, already envisioning his cheeks turning red.

“Tampons,” I say, holding back a laugh at his reaction. His cheeks redden, and his mouth gapes open exactly like I expect. He’s adorably innocent, and I love him for it. The spatula drops from his hand as his nerves get to him.

I narrow my eyes, wondering what has him so nervous. I cross my legs, watching his eyes follow my movements.

The shorts I’m wearing are regular length, nothing super flirty, but something about them seems to draw his attention.

“I'm going to go change real fast and then we can go,” I say, smiling sweetly at him. He nods, sitting at the table with his plate of pancakes.

I stifle a laugh at how intense he is staring at his food, trying to not look at me.

This is the first time anything like this has happened, I muse to myself.

I get up and walk slowly to my room, stopping to bend over and tie my shoe. I can feel his eyes on me and hear the groan I know is as a result of me bending over. The shorts have slid up the back of my thighs, the loose strings tickling against my legs. I imagine it’s Andy's fingers touching me, teasing me as they slide up my body.

A shiver runs through my body as I stand, the goosebumps popping all over my skin. Part of me feels bad but an even bigger part of me is ready for him to see the truth.

I enter my room, put on a summery dress with thin straps, and twist my hair up into a clip. With a smile at my reflection, I put on a little lipstick, completing the look.

“You ready to go?” Andy asks, as I bound down the stairs, the movement causing the dress to blow up slightly.

I smile sweetly as his face turns a darker shade of red, letting me know he had in fact seen the pink panties I’m wearing.

“Let's go, Andrew,” I say, giggling as I walk by, swaying my hips saucily as I pass him.

“Josie, what kind of game are you playing?” Andy asks as he follows me, the keys jangling in his hand.

I pull my purse over my shoulder and shrug, opening the door. I can hear the desperate, cautious tone in his voice.

“What do you mean?” I ask, moving to the black SUV. He shakes his head and follows me, getting into the driver's seat.

I can drive but I like to pretend I’m terrible at it so Andy can drive me around. I like having alone time with him like this, like to pretend we are a couple out on the town, running errands and stuff.

I would stare at him, my eyes wide and sparkly as we walk through the stores. I always hoped people thought we were together, newlyweds out at the store. People would smile and stare at us, with Andy oblivious to my moon-eyed gaze.

I watch the town pass as we head to the store, knowing we will drive right by the gym where my mom's distinctive car is parked. I see the bright color at the same time he does, hearing his sharp intake of breath as we near the large purple building.

“Is that my mom's car? I thought she was going shopping?” I say, giving Andy a side eye glance. The muscle in his jaw flexes as he slows the vehicle and pulls into the parking lot.

We sit, watching the front of the gym, waiting in silence. I pick at my nails, wanting to talk but feeling like it will make things worse.

An hour passes before my mom leaves the building with Chad close to her, his hand on her lower back, his mouth close to her ear as she giggles and smiles. Andy starts the car and drives towards her. My eyes widen, thinking he is going to hit her before he slams on the brakes in front of her.

“Carol?” he says, rolling the window down, staring at her and Chad.

My mom's face turns a shade close to the color of her car and Chad takes a step back, proving his alpha attitude is just a front. I stifle a laugh, watching the scene unfold outside the window.

“Andy, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy,” my mom says, staring at me in the passenger seat, narrowing her eyes slightly. I pout and smirk at her, letting her know with my expression that this is my doing.

“I was busy, but I guess you were a little busier,” he says, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

My clit throbs slightly at the thought of his anger rising, the strength in his hands. I imagine him pinning my wrists to the bed, his muscular body over me. I let out a shaky sigh that makes me shiver, pulling me back to the moment.

“I need to cool off. Just stay with your boy toy the rest of the night for all I care,” Andy says, his eyes staring straight ahead. My mom sputters and looks around for Chad who has run away.

Andy drives off and sighs heavily, the emotion finally starting to break down the wall he had put up.

“You tried telling me for so long, didn't you?” he says quietly, his hands loosening on the wheel. I look down at his leg and place a hand gently on his thigh.

“I tried to tell you, Andy, but you wouldn't listen,” I say, squeezing slightly. He puts his hand on top of mine, and just as I think he is about to push it off, he intertwines his fingers. My body clenches up, pussy soaking in an instant. The heat from his hand moves up my arm, warming my entire body.

“Are you staying at the house because I'm going to get a room for the night? I don't want to be there when your mother comes home,” he says, his thumb grazing against the softness on the back of my hand.

I stare at his moving finger, words stuck in my throat.

A small whimper escapes past my lips as we near the house.