Chapter 5 - My lusting stepdad

Joan's POV

I sat down at the table, my eyes focused on my plate. I could feel Fredrick's eyes on me, but I refused to meet his gaze. I heard him clear his throat, and I knew he was about to say something. I braced myself, hoping it would be something neutral and not too personal.

"How are you feeling about school?" he asked, his voice sounding hesitant.

I took a deep breath and forced myself to answer. "I'm fine," I said, my tone clipped.

Our parents looked up from their breakfast, their eyes wide with surprise. "Wait, what?" my mother asked, her voice filled with confusion. "You two go to the same school?"

I felt my cheeks flush, and I knew I was starting to turn red. "Yeah," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

"But how did that happen?" my stepfather asked, his brow furrowed. "Did you know about this?" he asked, turning to Fredrick.

"Yeah, we're in the same class," Fredrick responded, his voice still hesitant. "We didn't talk much at first, but we've been getting to know each other recently."

My mother and father looked at each other, their expressions unreadable. I held my breath, waiting for their reaction. Would they be happy that we were getting along, or would they be upset that we had kept it from them?

"Well, this is certainly a surprise," my mother said, her tone light. "I had no idea you two were classmates.

After breakfast, my stepdad offered to drive us to school was we kindly refused. What would the reaction of our friends be, hearing that the nerd girl and the Playboy were living in the same house, the attention and drama wouldn't be what either of us would want.

As we walked to school, I could feel the tension between us. Fredrick turned to me, his eyes serious. "We shouldn't tell anyone about this," he suggested, his voice low. "I don't want people to think we're related or anything. I just want us to be friends."

I nodded, understanding his concern. "Of course," I replied. "I wouldn't want people to think that either."

"You have a nice body though. From last night." He chuckled.

"Shush... What the fuck are you saying?" I was slightly embarrassed. "Someone might hear you," I added.

"No one is here." He smiled.

We walked the rest of the way in silence, each lost in our thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder what this new development would mean for us. As we entered the school, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. I knew that everyone would be curious about why I was with Fredrick, and I wasn't sure how to explain it. I could feel eyes on us as we walked down the hallway, and I tried to ignore them.

We went to our first class, and as we sat down, I could feel everyone staring at us. I could hear the whispers, and I knew they were all wondering what was going on. I did my best to ignore them, but it was hard to focus on the lesson. During the closing hours of school, the senior class boys had a football match.

Fredrick stepped onto the field, his team ready to play. The game began, the ball being kicked off by the opposing team. The players ran back and forth, the ball zipping between them. Fredrick was a blur of motion on the field, his speed and agility remarkable. The crowd was cheering loudly, the excitement building with every goal.

The game went back and forth, each team putting up a fierce fight. The clock was ticking down, and the tension was palpable. The crowd was on the edge of their seats, the roar of the crowd growing louder and louder.

It all came down to the final seconds of the game. The ball was in play, and the two teams scrambled for control. Fredrick was racing down the field, his eyes locked on the ball. He darted and weaved, his speed putting him ahead of the pack. He was close to the goal, the crowd holding their breath.

And then, in a flash of movement, Fredrick took the shot. The ball sailed through the air, time seeming to slow down as it approached the goal. It hit the back of the net, and the crowd went wild. The buzzer sounded, and the game was over. Fredrick's team had won! Fredrick was mobbed by his teammates, the crowd erupting in cheers. He beamed with pride, soaking in the moment. As he made his way off the field, he spotted me in the crowd. Our eyes met, and I saw the excitement and joy in his eyes. I gave him a small smile, and he returned it with a grin of his own.

Even though I hadn't been on the field with him, I felt like I had experienced the game with him. His passion and joy were contagious, and I couldn't help but be swept up in it.

After the activities for the day, I went home alone because Frederick was having a meeting with his teammates. As I walked home alone, I felt a sense of relief. I was glad to be away from the prying eyes and the constant whispers. But at the same time, I felt a little bit lonely. I knew that Fredrick was doing something he loved, but I couldn't help but feel left out.

As I approached my house, I saw my mom's car in the driveway. She must have come home early, I thought. I frowned, confused when my stepdad informed me that she had gone out and he was alone at home.

"She left without her car?" I asked, my voice laced with concern. "Where did she go?" I asked my stepdad.

My stepdad shrugged, looking just as puzzled as I was. "I'm not sure," he replied. "She didn't say anything to me. I figured she went out with friends or something."

I nodded, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was weird.

I was exhausted and stinky from the football match cheering, I needed to freshen up. I pulled off my school uniform and went into the bathtub and ran a cold bath. After the bath, I came out of my bathroom into the bedroom and I saw my stepdad standing there.

I quickly rushed and covered my nakedness with a towel. "What the fuck are you doing here? Go away!" I yelled but he still stood there, his eyes blazing like they wanted to devour me.

"I like what I see, my son won't enjoy you alone, I want you." He replied, walking closer to me.