"Do you want some coffee?", he asks, as she admires his muscular physique. She briefly fantasizes him fucking her, then replies: "Yeah, of course". "You know I really enjoy these little morning conversations that we have while your mom's gone", he says. "Yeah, I do too". "I just always wanted a daughter", he says. "Yeah, I'm not used to having a man in the house", she says. "Did your mother not bring boyfriends home?", he inquires. "No. And my dad left when I was seven", he replies.
"Sorry, I know he was your dad, but I can't imagine him abandoning a family, not in a million years", he says. "Well, you must be a good guy, or my mom wouldn't have married you", she argues. "I just, I don't want to let you down", stepdad says. "You won't. Have you ever been married before?", she asks. "Yeah, I was married once, a long time ago, probably before you were born actually". "You're not that old", she laughs. "How old are you?", he asks. "I'm 18", she answers. "See, when I was your age, I was in a not very good marriage", he admits. "Well, you don't have to worry about that with me", she notes. "Why?". "I'm just not good with the guys. Not popular", she responds. "Well that's okay. It just takes time", he says. "I just feel like a loser", she opines. "Listen, you are not a loser. Okay, just a little awkward phase. Till that phase is over, you're just daddy's little girl", he reassures her, touching her gently under her chin. "Daddy's little girl? I like that", she muses, as he leaves the kitchen.
"Daddy's little girl" she whispers, as she begins masturbating, fully clothed, on her bed. "Daddy's perfect little girl", she says. Suddenly she stops, aware that daddy is watching her from the foot of her bed. "Oh my God! Why didn't you knock?", she exclaims. "I did", he claims."It's not what you think", she says. "It's okay if it was", he says. "I thought I was alone" she says. "Don't worry about it. I just interrupted you at a bad time", he says. "It's okay. I was done", she says sheepishly. He laughs and says: "You were almost done".
"What do you mean?", she asks innocently. "You know what. We're not going to have this conversation. We'll just pretend this never happened", he asserts. "I just want to know what you mean", she insists. "Well, you were really close to, uh, orgasm", he explains. "I was?", she reacts. He laughs nervously, saying: "We can't be having this -your mother would kill me, so"..."Please don't leave", she pleads. "I mean, you know what I'm talking about. You can't be this naive, can you?", he asks, incredulous. She looks at stepdad blankly.
"Fuck", he mutters. "Did I do something wrong?", she asks. "No, you didn't do anything wrong, no", he says. "Then, what?", she asks. "I just figured a girl your age would know by now...", he begins. "Know? I don't know", she says. "The internet, school, I figured someone like you already would have come", he says. "I mean, I don't know", she insists. "Trust me, you would know", he asserts. "Is that bad?", she wonders. "No it's not bad. We shouldn't -just ask you mother. Also, don't mention we had this conversation", he says. "Please don't be mad", she pleads, taking stepdad's hand.
"I'm not mad", he says. "Am I still daddy's little girl?", she asks. "Of course", he responds, gently touching her neck. "And please stay -nobody has to know", she says. "Okay, questions only", he insists. "Okay, so how does it work?", she asks awkwardly."It?", he asks. "Orgasming", she says. "Well, for every person it's different. Usually there's -it feels like an explosion of pleasure", he says. "And men orgasm too?", she asks. "Yeah, with men it's a little more literal", he says. "Right, I know that", she laughs. "How?". "The internet", she admits. "Of course", he says.
"But with women, it's different?", she asks. "With women it's usually about the same thing, only explosions more inside", he says. "Okay, can you show me?", she asks. "Questions only, just talking", he reminds her. "I just want to understand", she says. "It seemed like you understood pretty well -looked like you knew what you were doing -just keep doing that, but don't stop", he advises. "Okay, so when you watched me...", she begins. "I wasn't watching you", he interrupts. "When you watched me, how did you feel?", she asks. "You are my stepdaughter", he states. "Just imagine I wasn't", she requests.
"I can't. This conversation's over", he says, getting up to leave. She grabs his hand and says: "Please don't be mad. I just want to know what it's like. You can show me?", she asks. "It's not that I can't show you. It's...", he begins. "Please", she implores, holding his hand. "Please show me", she implores. "You are my stepdaughter", he repeats. She places his hand on her breast, and says: "You don't like them?", as he pulls his hand away. "They're perfect, they're perfect", he admits. She removes her top, revealing her full breasts inside her bra. He turns away, and she says: "Please, look at me".
He turns and looks, as she removes her bra. "Fuck", he whispers. "Do you like them?", she asks. "Yeah, they're perfect", he replies. "You can touch them", she suggests. He gently feels her nipple. "It tickles", she says. "I'll stop", he declares. "Please don't!", she insists. "We've already gone too far", he maintains. "I need this", she pleads. "Just find a boy your own age", he says. "I want you, I only trust you", she contends. She kisses stepdaddy on the lips. Watch the taboo scene slowly unfold...
The couple talk about their difficulty in having a baby, and Alice goes to the bathroom to do a pregnancy test. She returns and with her hand covering her eyes gives the test stick to Mike, saying: "I can't look". The test reads Not pregnant, and the despondent couple discuss adoption, with Alice feeling guilty about her failure to conceive. Mike reassures her, but it's obvious how much a strain this puts on their marriage.
In his office at school, professor Mike goes over a paper about biological attraction submitted by lovely redhead student Holly (Madi Collins). "You are the image of youth and fertility", he tells her. "I had a question, professor", she says. "Please call me Mike", he says. "Okay, Mike, I understand mate selection among humans, that men and women have different qualities that they search for in a perfect mate, but I just don't understand how or why somebody would sleep with a total stranger", she states. "Well, please don't consider me a chauvinist for sharing this perspective, but this is precisely why men are more likely to have sex with a total stranger than women are", he argues. "It's just that ever since I started your class I've been thinking about the biology of how young women my age could go to a club and pick up a total stranger", she explains.
"Well, there are a lot of factors at play", he responds. "You look at me and I have the markers of youthfulness and attractiveness, you know, big eyes, small waist and clear skin, but those markers fade over time, and as for women, we look for a low voice, which doesn't necessarily mean they're dependable, or big arms, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're strong. It's like a false promise", she contends. "Holly, that's a very intelligent observation", he responds.
"I'm just thinking out loud. There was something else I wanted to ask you about -chastity. One of the traits men look for in women is chastity. But what if the woman wants to sleep with other people, you know, try different things?", she asks. "Well, men do tend to categorize women in two different ways. One is women who are ideal for long-term coupling, and the other is women who are ideal for a quick fuck", he says, bringing a smile to her face. "Well, isn't it kind of shameful to be a quick fuck?", she asks. "Well, we can't all be slaves to our biological impulses", he opines. "So you don't think it's a bad thing for women to like sex?", she wonders. Mike takes her hand and says: "Not at all. I fact I think it's hot".
"Good to know", she responds. "So I've got a little question for you, Holly. How would you measure a man like me in regards to biological desirability?", he asks. "Well, I'll have to get a little closer", Holly replies, moving closer to Mike. "You're attractive, obviously, big hands, a deep voice, and you're tall -you have good teeth too. And you have a good job, paying well. You're respectable", she says. "How would you know that?", he asks her. "Guys my age can't really hold a job", she contends. "Okay, fair enough", he replies. "Well, now that we're on a first-name basis, a bit more intimate...", she begins, moving closer to him, they're interrupted by his cell phone ringing.
He picks up his phone, and she gathers up her books, getting up off the couch, saying "I probably should go". "No, please stay", he says, taking her arm. He continues: "This was my mistake. I don't want you to think you did anything wrong". "You're married, Mike". she points out. "It's true, but honestly we haven't been on good terms lately", he avers. "Well, maybe that's because you don't answer the phone", Holly says, as she sits back down on the couch. "We're trying to have a baby", he confesses. "Oh", she replies. "It's not going well", he says. "I really should go", she reiterates. "Please, I'm asking you to stay. I don't want this to end on a bad note", he pleads. "Well, do you love her?", she asks. "Yes, with all my heart", he responds.
"Then why risk it?", she asks. "I don't know. To punish myself maybe. For not giving her what she wants", he admits. "That's depressing", Holly says. "Well, you're young still. You don't understand", he says. "I understand you have a wife, and you shouldn't be doing this", she says. Taking her hand in his he says: "Look, this isn't just about sex to me. I really like you". "But you love your wife", she emphasizes. "Both things can be true", he asserts. "It doesn't mean we should act on it though", she says. Mike strokes her knee, saying: "No one's gonna know". "But I'll know, and I know that this is nothing but a distraction", she responds. "No, really, you're a bright, beautiful young woman", he says. "All the markers of biological attractiveness, from your words", she notes. "It's a happy coincidence. You're not mad, are you?", he asks. "No, fortunately I find you very attractive", she says. They lean forward to kiss, but again the phone rings, interrupting them. Holly kneels down and gives Mike a blow job as he speaks to his wife on the phone. Watch the scene continue to unfold, leading to a surprise ending.
"You said we should be quiet", he exclaims. "If that doesn't wake him up, nothing will", she says. "Are you okay?", she asks. "God that hurts", he says, rubbing his leg. "Let me see it", she says. "No, it's okay", he replies. "Don't be a baby", she admonishes him. "I think you're going to have to take those off", she says. "It's fine, really". "Sweetie, you're wearing underwear, aren't you?", she says. "Yeah, but, um...", he stammers. "Just take them off. I'm not gonna look", she says.
Stepson removes his jeans. "Can you bend it?", she asks. "Oh fuck, that hurts", he yells. "It's not broken or anything. I'm going to get you some ice", stepmom says. "I'm really fine" he insists. "Don't be ridiculous. I'll be back", she says, and goes off to the kitchen. Opening the freezer compartment of the fridge she finds an empty ice tray. "No ice", she says, and returns to the living room, announcing to him: "No ice". "That's okay. It doesn't hurt that bad", he claims. She turn on a lamp and sits on the couch near him.
"You're up late", she says. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep", he replies. "Yeah, I'm a bit of a night owl myself -it's different now that I'm married", she says. "What do you mean -'different'?", he asks. "Well, I used to have ways to fall back to sleep, and I just can't do that with your father sleeping beside me", she asserts. "Like what?", he wonders. "Oh, something like reading or other things", she says. "Like what?", he repeats. "Well, it's a little intimate, like I touch myself, and I can't really do that with him sleeping there", she confesses.
"I'm sorry, was that too much", stepmom asks. "Uh, you know my dad can sleep through anything so...", he begins. "It's a gift, I mean he says I don't bother him when I turn the reading light on but I always feel bad", she notes. "You shouldn't feel bad, he can literally sleep through anything", he says. "I remember this time when I was a kid and the fire alarm went off, and I had to drag him out of his bed", he continues. She laughs and says "He's lucky he didn't get hurt".
"It scares me, but I think that's one of the reasons I never left home -just didn't know what he was going to do if I left him here by himself", stepson says. "Oh, you're a good son", she says. "He's the only family I have", he says. "I'm really happy I'm part of your family now", she enthuses. "Me too. I just didn't think I got to know this whole dynamic yet", he says. "Yeah, I lived alone my whole life -actually never thought I'd get married", she says. "Really, you didn't?", he asks.
"Yeah, it's really weird, right? All little girls dream of getting married", stepmom says. "I always dreamed of getting married", he says with a smile. "Well, you're going to make an amazing husband some day", she asserts. "I hope so -I haven't gone on many dates" he says. "Why not?". "Life gets in the way and I was really taking care of my dad and going to school and to work, and honestly at this point I think it's a little too late for me", he claims. "Oh don't be ridiculous -you're still so young", she retorts. "Yeah, but all my friends are getting married and having kids", he insists.
"You're gonna make a great husband, sweetie", she reassures him. "You're my stepmom -you have to say that", he responds. "Well, I mean I'll be happy if you stick around. I like these late night talks we have and you're really easy to talk to" she says. "You are too", he agrees. "We don't have to make this awkward", she says. "I'll just feel a lot more comfortable if I put 'em on", he smiles, starting to get back in his jeans. "You've really made a mess of that", she laughs, and helps him with the jeans. "Yeah, I should go to bed", stepson announces. "If you want me to stay up and talk a little longer", stepmom offers. "Oh, it's kinda late", he replies. "All right, I get it if you're tired", she says. "Maybe just a little longer", he says. "Come here and sit beside me", she asks. "So dad's still sleeping, huh", he says. "Why don't you tell me about young girl troubles -maybe I can help", she offers, putting her hand on his knee.
"You need to have a girl to have girl troubles", he points out. "Well, you've been with a woman, right?", she asks. "Yeah, of course!", he exclaims. "Right, I mean sexually", she explains. "Well, I had a girlfriend in high school -we dated for a couple months", he cites. "Was that the last time?", she asks. "Is that weird?", he wonders. "No, I mean I'm totally a late bloomer too -I can relate", she says. "You were?", he asks. "Yeah, is that so hard to believe?", she says. "I mean you're so beautiful", he says. "Aw, you're so handsome", she replies.
"I had other things to worry about -I can relate", she notes. "So how did you start?", he asks. "Well, I guess I felt a little bit behind, but you know the right person's not going to care", she says. "Well, it feels like it's been so long, like what if I forgot or just wasn't any good at it", he says."Oh my God, it's like riding a bike", she smiles. "What if I'm just bad?", he exclaims. "Well, there's a lot of guys who fuck all the time -they're just awful and more isn't better", she claims. "That doesn't make me feel better", he reacts.
"What I meant is a lot of guys don't care how a woman feels and you're a sensitive guy -you're already ahead of the curve. You care about how a woman feels, right?", she asks, "Yeah, of course", he says. "Well, you'll figure it out", she says. "I just get a little overwhelmed on where to start", he says. "Just start by being yourself". "No, I mean physically", he explains. "Well, just start with a kiss", she suggests. "Oh yeah, I know that", he replies.
"It's just that a lot of guys underestimate a kiss -it's important", she insists. "Well then, that's a good kiss?", he wonders. "Oh I don't know, I never had to describe it. I guess less is more", she says. "Right", he agrees. "Okay, a totally crazy idea -maybe we should try it", she says. "What do you mean?", he asks. "Maybe we should kiss", she says. "But you're my stepmother", he protests. "I told you it was a crazy idea", she says. "It feels wrong", he says. "It's just a little kiss", she says, moving closer to him, and stroking his arm.
"What about dad?", stepson asks. "Dad's asleep. What he doesn't know won't hurt him", stepmom says suggestively. "This feels weird", he says. "Why don't we just try it and if it's weird we can stop", she suggests. "Okay", he agrees. She leans over and kisses him on the lips, then says: "That was good, but try it a little bit firmer this time", she says. They kiss repeatedly, and he asks: "How was that?". "Amazing. I think we should take another look at your knee", she suggests. "I don't `know, are we going a little fast?", he wonders.
She undoes his fly and he pulls down his jeans, revealing a boner in his underpants. Stepmom strokes his knee. "Ah, that feels good", he says. She fondles his cock with her other hand. "You know there's nothing like a mother's touch", she whispers. "This is going a little too fast", he reiterates. "We can slow down if you want", she says. "This is bad", he claims. "It doesn't feel bad", she notes.
"Isn't it wrong?", he wonders. "You worried about dad?", she asks. "I'm worried that I won't be able to please you", he states. "Just let me guide you", mom says, kissing him sensuously on the lips. He starts to stroke her crotch, and she says: "Sweetie, I think you're actually learning already. You're making mommy so happy. Feel how wet I'm getting? You can just use mommy's pussy for practice". Watch the taboo romance unfold...
"Oh, whatever. He said if I got straight A's he'd get me a place, so...". She interrupts again: "But this is already my apartment". "Well I guess he didn't feel like paying for two", stepbrother responds. "He's so cheap", she remarks. "Maybe if you got better grades...", he suggests. "You're not going to be a little narc, are you? Crying to mommy and daddy about what I'm doing", she says sarcastically. "Now why would I do that?", he wonders.
" 'cause you're a goody two-shoes, I mean, how long have our parents known each other, like a year?", she says. "Well, more like two", he replies. "Whatever. How do you think it feels that my own father prefers his new fucking son?", she says ruefully, sitting down at the end of the couch away from him. "That's not true. He loves you", he insists. "He always wanted a son. He was legit in denial at first, wanted to call me Louis, and he even tried to convince my mom that it was a good girl's name", she claims. "Well, I definitely didn't know about that", he responds.
"How would you? He hasn't shown you his true colors, yet", she asserts. "Yeah, I guess he mostly just acts like a really nice guy to me", stepbrother concedes. "He makes promises he can't keep, like I never agreed to share this apartment", she notes. "Well, listen. I understand you don't want me here, but we're both in a situation where we can't really afford our own places. We don't have a choice, so I'll just stay out of your way", he offers.
"Just clean up after yourself. I've lived with guys before -you guys are disgusting", she states. "Not me -I'm neat. I promise", he contends. "I'll believe it when I see it. I'm going to take a shower", she storms out of the room. Later, she is in the bedroom clad only in a towel, when he goes into the shared bathroom, closing the door behind him. He finds a pair of her pink panties on the sink and picks them up. She knocks on the door and yells "Hey, I'm not done! Better not be shitting". He opens the door as she says: "Can't you tell I'm not finished?". "I'm sorry", he says meekly. "You're the worst! I'm going out -I'm already late", she declares, slamming the door behind her.
Chad puts his phone down on the bedroom end table and takes her panties out of his pocket. Seated on the bed he sniffs them and begins to masturbate. Stepsister opens the door and catches him in the act, then covers her eyes and yells "Oh my God!". "Why didn't you knock?", he asks lamely. "Those are my panties, you fucking pervert!", she exclaims, as she grabs them from his hand. "I'm telling everyone about this", she declares. "Don't", he replies. "What's daddy gonna say now?", she mocks him, and rushes away, slamming the door. He lies back on the bed wearily, and his cell phone rings. Looking at it, he yells "Fuck!" repeatedly. "God damn it!", he exclaims and leaves the room carrying his phone.
Stepsister is sitting on the living room couch looking at her phone, when he comes in and walks past her. "I'm guessing you saw my little message", she needles him. "Yeah, I did". "So what do you think?", she asks. "I think you shouldn't have posted it", he declares. "And why not?", she asks. "Because it's private, and it's something everybody does", he says. "Not everyone jerks off to his stepsister's panties", she says. "That's not even what was happening", he claims. "From the moment I met you I knew you were into me, and now I have the proof -you're a little perv", she scolds. "I am not!", he replies.
She holds up her phone and declares: "People in the comments disagree". "You're a fucking bitch, you know that?", he yells. "At least I'm not a degenerate, jerking off to his fucking stepsister", she retorts. "You're seriously going to regret this", he threatens. "Oh am I?". "Yeah! Everyone's going to know the truth about you", he claims. "And what's that?", she asks. "That you're a heartless witch, and you couldn't get a boyfriend if you begged", he exclaims. "You're projecting now", she says.
"What about Sam Jones then?", he asks. "That loser? I barely remember him", she contends. "Well if I remember correctly, you got punked and dumped, 'cause he saw right through your bullshit", stepbrother declares. "At least I can get laid", she asserts. "Well it's not very hard when you're a girl and you're easy", he responds. "How dare you talk to me like that!", she exclaims. "How dare you humiliate me on the internet", he counters. "It's not a big deal. I was joking around", she contends. "It is a big deal actually. Why do you hate me so much?", he asks.
"I don't hate you", she says. "Well you certainly act like it", he replies. "It's embarrassing, but I guess I'm jealous", she confesses. "Jealous?". "I mean even my own father likes you better. What if my friends prefer you too? Then I'll be left with nothing", she despairs. "Are you being serious?", he asks. "God, don't make it worse than it already is", she says. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it", he apologizes. "It's fine. It's not a big deal. I'll delete it", she says, picking up her phone to remove the posting.
Stepbrother sits down across from her. "It's done. I told everyone I was hacked", she announces. "Thank you", he says. "I shouldn't have posted that. I know that", she admits. "You know if you were just a little bit nicer to everyone you'd probably be everyone's dream girl", he says. She shakes her head and exclaims: "Shut up!". "I'm serious -you're totally like that girl every guy has a crush on", he declares. "That's bullshit. It's like you said -I can't have a boyfriend to save my life", she claims.
"Don't be mad", he says. "Don't be mad?", she asks incredulously. "About what I'm about to tell you", he explains. "I can't make any promises", she replies. "Well, if we're being real, the truth is you're just a little scary", he claims. "Me?", she asks. "Yeah. I've been only living with you for three hours and you're already posting terrible things about me on the internet", he says. "That's different", she maintains. "Is it?", he wonders. "You're right, I get it", she concedes. "See, I know you're really deep under the surface", he asserts.
"I didn't mean to be a bitch", she says. "I know that", he agrees. "I don't get you. Why are you so nice to me?", she asks. " 'cause I like you", he responds. "You like me?", she wonders. "Yeah, it's a little surprising to me too, but you're funny, you're bold, and you're really nice when you want to be nice", he says, putting his hand on her knee. "That's sweet", she says. "I mean it", he insists. "You're not so bad either", she replies. "I'm not?", he asks. "No, I see why my dad likes you so much. You're a real man", she asserts.
He laughs and says "What?", striking a pose to show off his muscular biceps. "No one's ever said that to me before", he claims. "Okay, you still have some growing to do", she smiles. "Well, I'm almost 25, baby", he points out. "You're a late bloomer", she responds. "Thanks, I think", he says with a smile. "I mean you're not all small", she says. "What do you mean?", he asks quizzically. "Please, don't make me say it", she reacts. "I really don't understand what you mean. What do you mean?", he reiterates. "Look down there", she says suggestively.
He smiles and points: "Down here?". "Oh God! I can't believe I said that", she says. "Oh wow. I guess I kinda wished that's what you posted on line. I would have been a lot less upset", he jokes. "You're killing me. I want to die", she dramatizes. He takes her hand and says: "I think you love it". "This is honestly the most fun I've had in a while", she declares, and they lean forward and kiss. She breaks away and insists: "This can't happen". She gets up and starts pacing. He says: "It's not that big of a deal". "Like fuck it is!", she exclaims.
"Don't think about it so much. We're just two young people", he contends. "We're fucking stepsiblings. Or have you forgotten?", she asks. "I thought we were having a moment here", he says. "Even if we were, we shouldn't", she insists. "Who's gonna know?", he asks. "I'll know", she declares. "Look, you're really making this into a much bigger deal than it needs to be", he maintains. "Easy for you to say, you fucking loser!", she yells. "I don't care how fucking damaged you are -you can't keep talking to me like this", he says.
"You can't talk to me like that", she retorts. "What's next -you're going to post some embarrassing shit about me again?", he says. "Please stop", she says. "Why should I stop?", he wonders. "I don't like the way you're talking to me", she says. He gets up and says: "Well, what do you want then?". "I want you", she declares. He moves closer and points to his ear, asking "What was that?". "I want you! Are you happy now", she exclaims. He leans over and kisses her again. Watch the taboo romance unfold...
He orders her: "Go to your room. Pretend you were in there the whole time". "Why?", she asks. "Because I said so", he replies curtly. "I don't want to", she says. "Maya, do you have any idea what she would do if she caught us like this?", he asks. "We weren't doing anything wrong. You were just showing me a dance", she insists. "Your mother won't see it like that", he retorts. "What do you mean?", she asks. "It doesn't matter. Leave", he says abruptly. Maya goes out of the room, leaving stepfather gazing outside.
Later, Maya has her ear pressed against her bedroom door, listening. She goes over to her bed, clad in pajamas. There's a loud knock on her door, and stepfather enters, announcing: "She's gone". "What did she say?", Maya asks. "It doesn't matter", he replies. "Tell me", she insists. "She doesn't make any sense. She's crazy. She just doesn't understand", he says, sitting down on the bed, facing away from Maya.
"She tries to pervert everything that I do. If I knew it was going to be like this, I never would have married her", he states ruefully. "Just forget it", Maya says. "It's not right the way she treats you -you're her daughter, for Christ's sake! Aw, I can't give her any more ammunition to hurt you", he says. "What did you say?", she asks. "What would I do without you?", he asks. "Die, probably", she jokes. "Probably", he agrees.
"No, really. I'm grown. Tell me what she said", Maya insists."I don't want to hurt you. I've done enough to fuck up your life", stepfather confesses. "I've survived 20 years on this planet with her. I think I can take it", Maya contends. "Fuck! That makes it worse. I wish I could have been there to protect you. How long has it been since we met?", he asks. "A year, almost a year and a half", she answers. "It feels like a lifetime", he avers.
"Like we're soulmates?", Maya asks. "Something like that", he replies. She puts her hand on his and says again: "Tell me please". "She's convinced that you have seduced me", stepfather says. "But it's not like that!", Maya exclaims. "She's convinced. She says she's going to divorce me and I'll never get to see you again", he says. "She can't do that!", Maya insists. "She can make it difficult", he points out. "I hate her, I hate her, I hate her!", Maya declares.
"What we even have isn't dirty. She's the one who is", Maya says. "She's convinced that I've taken advantage of her little baby", he says. "I thought I seduced you", Maya mocks. "Her story's all over the place. She just wanted to hurt me", he complains. "It's not like that. You never did anything wrong", she says. "I know, baby", he agrees. "She's just jealous. She's always been jealous", Maya says. Stepfather motions to shush her.
"She's not home. She cant' hear us", Maya insists. "Someone else might", he counters. "She's not coming back. She wants to make you suffer. You know she doesn't mean it", Maya asserts. "That's not why I'm upset", he says. "What's wrong?", she asks. "What if she is right?", he asks. "What do you mean?", she asks. "I do have feelings for you. I think about you all the time", he confesses. "You think about me?", she asks.
He nods Yes. "It's not...I don't...me, us", he stammers. "I don't understand", she says. "You trust me, right?", he asks. She nods Yes. "All that soulmate stuff, the touching, the trust that exists between us", he says. Putting his hand on hers he continues: "It just doesn't feel like the normal relationship between a stepfather and a stepdaughter", he explains. "It's special", she whispers. "It's the most special thing in the world, Maya", he says, continuing: "It's more special than anything I could have ever imagined".
"I feel it too", Maya says. "It's not right though, Maya", he insists. "But I love you", she insists. "I love you too", he responds. "Who cares what she thinks!", Maya exclaims. "It's not right, Maya", he reiterates. "It's what I want", she insists. "Don't let an old man like me ruin your life", he says ruefully. "I don't want somebody else", she says. "You will -I don't know if I can take that", he says, heart on sleeve. "I can't lose you", she whispers.
"We can't do this", stepfather says, and he gets up off the bed, heading for the door. Maya rushes over and closes her door before he can reach it. They lean over and kiss. She starts to remove her top, but he stops her, saying: "Don't". "Don't you want me?", she asks. "Of course", he replies. "Then why don't you?". "It's not right, Maya, and you need to find a boy your own age", he says. "You're the only one I need", she insists, and they kiss again. "I'll never love anyone like I love you", he admits. She places his hand on her breast, and they kiss once more. Watch the taboo romance unfold...
"I just wanted to say good morning", he says. "Good morning. What are you up to today? Anything exciting?", stepmom asks. "I thought I would just stick around here. Do you need anything?", he asks. Her face turns serious, and she says: "You should really get out more, Tyler. I worry about you". "Well you shouldn't. I like hanging around here with you", he asserts. "I like it too, but you're young. You should be out there, making mistakes, getting into trouble", she says, putting on her high heels.
"Not too much trouble, because I'm not ready to become a grandmother yet", she advises and laughs. "Well, you don't have to worry about that", he says. "See, I hate when you say things like that. It makes me feel like some old witch, locked away in her castle with her stepson", she says. "You're not old", he points out. "But I'm a witch?", she jokes. "You've cast a spell on me", he claims.
"You're too much. Just teasing though", stepmom says. "I want to be here with you", he says sincerely. "Yeah, I understand -I really do. I'm lonely too", she says. "Well, we have each other. Why do we need anybody else?", he wonders. "I miss your father", she says. "Well, maybe he should be more around here then", Tyler says. "We're not his priority", stepmom asserts, and gets up to kiss Tyler on the cheek. She leads him out of the bedroom.
Later he is sitting at the kitchen counter. Stepmom says: "Look Tyler, I'm just saying you need to find some purpose in your life, whether it's art or relationships, or something. It's not healthy for you to be around here all day. Say something". "I have time to figure all of that out", he replies. "I'm not saying you don't", she counters. "It's just with dad gone all the time I didn't want you to be lonely", he contends. "That's sweet, but I can take care of myself", she insists.
"I know, but...", Tyler begins. "No buts about it. I'm a grown-up. I can make my own friends", stepmom insists. "Do you have any friends?", he asks. "Yes, they're just busy", she claims. "Well, maybe you could invite them over sometime", he suggests. "Maybe I will", she replies. "Did I say something wrong?", he asks. "No, no honey. It's just fine. I guess I'm just in my thoughts today", she says. "Well, is there anything I could do to help you?", he asks. Grabbing his hand, she says: "You're a good kid Tyler, but I'm the parent in this relationship, not you".
"I hate when you talk to me like that. You know I'm almost 21, right?", Tyler says. "Don't be so sensitive! I wasn't saying anything disrespectful", she insists. "Well, I know I should be out there doing things, but it's not easy for me to make friends", he says. 'You're a sweet kid. You'll figure it out, and I'll always be here waiting for you", stepmom says, taking his hand again. "I don't even know how to make friends. I've never been good at it", he insists, shaking his head.
"Believe it or not, I understand", she contends. "No way -look at you", he responds. Stepmom laughs and says: "It's true! I was a weirdo. I was goth, and I was into horror movies, and witchy stuff. Sure, I wanted to be different, but sometimes I wanted to be part of the group", she insists. "Well, how did that happen?", he asks. "These", she laughs, pointing to her ample breasts. "I don't know how that is going to help you, though", she jokes. "No, I guess not", he smiles.
"In all seriousness though, it's been hard for me coming out here too. All my friends are out East", she says. "Yeah, I didn't realize it was so tough", he says. "It's okay. I choose the sunshine over friends any day", she says, looking out the window. "It's kinda sad", he says. "You know what you need?", she asks. "What's that?", Tyler says. "A little confidence", she declares. "Start working out. Meditate. Connect to some inner part of yourself. You already shine so brightly -let the world see it", she tells him. Taking his hands in hers, she says: "You are my light", and bends over to kiss Tyler.
Breaking away from each other, Tyler says: "I'm sorry". "Tyler, I want to help but this isn't the way", stepmom insists. Shaking his head, he says: "You're just like all the others. You say all these nice things, but you see me as some loser". "That's not it!", she insists. "You just think I'm weird", he says. "No I don't. I think you're an amazing and special person", she declares. He turns and abruptly leaves the kitchen as she cries out "Tyler!".
Tyler is on his bed looking at his cell phone. Stepmom knocks on the door and asks "Can I come in?". He nods a little, and continues to gaze at his phone. She sits down on the bed next to him and says: "I wish I knew what to say". "I'm just so embarrassed. Please don't tell dad", he pleads. "Don't be embarrassed. And yes, it will stay between us. I won't tell anyone", she assures him, placing her hand on his thigh.
"That's okay. I'm used to not getting what I want from girls, anyway", he says sadly. "You know I love you, right?", she says. He nods, saying: "I just want to be seen. I can't be somebody else, I'm me", he insists. "I see you", she says. "Not the way I want", he asserts. "Tyler, you're my stepson. I'm married to your father", she emphasizes. "He doesn't deserve you. He never did", Tyler says. "Tyler, it's not like I don't want to", she smiles. "Well, just show me that what you're saying isn't just bullshit", he says.
"Don't be mad", she says. "I'm not. You say all these things and how am I supposed to know if you're lying or not?", he asks. "I guess you'll just have to take my word for it", she admits. "Please", he says. "I don't think I should", she says. "I'm just so lonely", he says. She puts her hand on his thigh and announces: "I'm lonely too", and they kiss again, tenderly. She says: "I just, I don't want to hurt you. I don't want you to have any expectations beyond this moment. Do you understand?". He nods Yes.
"Everything that happens here, no one can know. This has to be between us. I just, I feel like I would be doing you a huge disservice to let you suffer in your loneliness. I want to show you that you're worthy of love too", stepmom says. "Thank you", Tyler says, and they kiss again. She puts his hand on her breast, declaring: "I like to be teased". Watch the taboo romance unfold...