Chapter 2

The next morning I got up pretty early. I wasn’t used to getting so much sleep because I usually stayed up all night playing video games. I got dressed and walked into the kitchen.

My Step-Mom to be was in the kitchen preparing breakfast with a big beautiful smile. Brittany had some laugh lines around her full lips because she loved to laugh. Even though she was wearing glasses, I don’t think she needed them all the time. She had pretty blue eyes and short dark hair that fell just at the base of her long neck. She was wearing it in tight pig braids like pigtails this morning. She was perpetually smiling and full of bright optimism and seemed delighted that I was already awake.

Brittany was standing behind the sink when I walked in. She greeted me with a warm hello. It seemed like even her eyes were smiling at me. She was wearing a green apron that was decorated with candy canes and Christmas decorations because it was late December.

“I bet you have an appetite like your daddy! Bacon, eggs, and pancakes made from scratch sound good to you?” she offered in a sweet, honeyed, southern accent.

“Sure!” I agreed politely. I barely knew this woman, but she was treating me like a long-lost friend. I assumed she had never met a stranger and treated everyone that way.

“Well, sit yourself at the table and tell me all about yourself!” Brittany offered me a seat at the antique wooden table behind her.

I noticed as I was walking around the sink that Brittany Apron wasn’t closed and it looked like

I noticed as I walked around the corner that it looked like Brittany wasn’t wearing much under that apron. She had what looked to me like a metal thong bikini down the crack of her ass. However, for all intents and purposes, Her pert, well-rounded, and unblemished bare ass was completely visible. There was a small ring of metal between her cheeks, and I could see her stretched asshole just between her slightly parted cheeks. She was also wearing a metal bikini top.

She smiled politely when she noticed my reaction.

“We live out in the country, and we don’t wear a lot of clothes around here. I hope that doesn’t offend you, Oscar?” she asked as she held a mixing bowl and beat whatever the contents of the bowl were by hand with a mixing stick.

“Uh, um, no,” I managed to blurt out nervously. I was probably red in the face and doing my best not to stare directly at Brittany’s lovely bare ass. I’d never seen a woman naked in person, even though I had seen plenty of porn on the Internet.

And he said, “Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked shall I return. The Lord gave, and the Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord. Do you know that scripture, Oscar?”

“I think it is from Job?” I replied and tried not to look directly at her well-tanned buttocks.

“Outstanding, Job 1:21! You are a Preacher’s son. I bet you really know your scriptures,” she reminded me of an excited Kindergarten teacher praising me for knowing how to read essential words. I didn’t want to act like I was super smart and so I brushed off her compliment.

“I am sure you have seen plenty of girls your own age naked before?” she asked casually as she returned to what she was doing. Brittany made no attempt to pull the apron strings so that it would cover her bottom. She didn’t seem to care that I was getting a perfect chance to stare at her lovely ass crack while she stood at the sink.

“No,” I answered abruptly. I was nervous and my tone probably sounded harsh when I replied to her. I didn’t mean to sound that way. I was genuinely intimidated by how open she was being with me.

“Oh, well, I am sure your mom used to walk around the house naked?” Brittany sounded very bright and cheery. If she thought I sounded dour, she ignored my tone.

“No, nothing like that,” I watched my tone and replied more politely this time.

My Dad’s girlfriend turned and caught me staring at her behind. If she minded, she didn’t say a word. “Well, we are basically family now, so if you feel the need to walk around bare-ass after a shower, you certainly can.” She smiled.

There were very few curtains, and what they did have were thin-white gossamer material. Anyone could have easily looked into the house. We were, however, several dozen miles from the nearest paved road, and it was unlikely anyone would come around here.

I tried to make pleasant conversation without bringing up nudity. Brittany hummed to herself, and her boobs jiggled when she began stirring the batter. “I make everything from scratch, Oscar. We don’t use boxes or microwaves in this house. This was my father’s house and my Grandfathers before him. We haven’t changed much over the years. We have a well for water, and we have electricity, but why change anything that isn’t broken?”

I didn’t know how to answer that. She was engaging me as if I had an opinion worth sharing. I didn’t think I did and so I said nothing and looked at the table.

That didn’t discourage Brittany. She asked me about my hobbies. I brightened and talked about video games. “We have a video game here, but I don’t know how to use it,” she offered politely. She clearly had no interest in technology. It was at least something, and I thanked her for that.

“Your father and I have some business in town today, so it’ll just be you, Heather, and Jayne today. I really hope you all get along! I think it is just wonderful that we’ll be a family soon.”