"Mom? What the hell are you wearing?"
My Stepmother turned around, a confused look on her face. She never usually went into my room. The short shorts, crop-top, and heels combo was also definitely unlike her. As she looked in my direction, her confusion shifted into worry and panic. Then, without warning, I felt somebody push me hard from behind and I went flying into her. We collided, knocking our heads together before falling onto the floor with a painful thud.
The next thing I remember was feeling tight material wrapped around my ass and chest. Head pounding, I pulled myself up onto my feet, only to lose balance and fall forward onto the bed. A curtain of hair fell into my face, as I struggled to regain my composure with the onslaught of new sensations. My chest was heavy, my legs felt long and shaky, my feet were killing me, and a strange warmth was growing between my legs.
"Is that you, Alex?" An all too familiar voice asked; Kyle, the bane of my existence. "This is so fucking cool!"
