Donna Allen

My stepmother sucks

CHAPTER ONE

"You look rested for a change," Gayle Warren said.

Her stepson Scott smirked at her. "What does that mean?"

"It means you've been looking sleepy since you arrived home. Anyway, are you glad to be back?"

They were sitting outdoors on the patio. The boy shrugged, stretching his legs out on the chair beside him and sipping the Coke he held in his hand. "I'm glad to get away from school for a while."

"Maybe we can play tennis sometime."

The way he looked at her, Gayle was certain he was having a fantasy of more than tennis. He'd been looking at her like that six months before when she'd married his father. She hadn't seen much of Scott in the intervening months, but now he was back home on vacation from college and things would be different.

Be careful, Gayle thought. She was Mrs. Jay Warren now and it just wouldn't do to have any trouble with Jay's two teenage children. She thought she could manage Scott. It was Linda she was worried about. Linda was a young sexpot, and Gayle was certain the girl was insanely jealous that Gayle had married her father. Gayle knew she'd have to be careful with Linda, and maybe even with Scott.

All the same she couldn't help musing about the boy. He was nineteen, half boy and half man, a strong-looking athletic body and a delicious bulge in his tight running shorts. She stole a glance at his crotch again and decided that maybe the boy had more down there than his father.

Scott looked at her now. "What do you do all day?"

Gayle sipped her daiquiri and smiled. "Nothing much I'm afraid. I'm thinking of finding a job."