Chapter 2: A Comedy of Errors

It needs to be understood that the ongoing event previously described—and, there will be more about that particular office escapade/tryst later; upon that you can rely—didn’t wholly come about through accident. That is to say, it didn’t happen in a vacuum.

There is a sequential element of happenstance, and multiple parties share responsibility for all of that immorality and for Angel’s transformation. The phrase “multiple parties” should not only evoke Angel and Vice-principal Hogarth in one’s mind; her brother also had “a hand” in the guilt. And if you are wondering why “a hand” has been scare quoted in that last sentence, you’ll come to understand this feeble attempt at humor later.

But the blame is not equally shared among this cast of horny and depraved characters. Oh no; make no mistake about it. This was more Angel’s doing.

That said, it also needs to be stated that Angel wasn’t always this promiscuous, not by a long shot. For the most part, her personality and disposition had been reflective of an unassuming, somewhat mild-mannered schoolgirl, one in possession of a keen intellect and a sharp wit.

Sure, she had always been a precocious young girl, too—devilishly clever and forever inventive in the methods she’d employ toward getting whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. But Angel never pushed the limit, and seldom was she confrontational. She always had a flare for understanding this aspect of psychology; for grasping the dynamics; the nuances within the dynamics, and for the art of persuasion. It seemed to come naturally, and it went hand-in-hand with her knowing how to read people; with knowing when and where to push, to pull, and to give. And yes, there was a tendency toward obsessive behavior in Angel’s history, as well.

For instance, she did smoke cigarettes and thoroughly enjoyed the habit. It was a naughty practice she had taken up early in her teens; a kink mostly fueled by a rebelliousness directed at her controlling father, and reinforced through peer influence while hanging out with her close friend and confidant, Jillian Norse.

Angel also dabbled in recreational drugs now and again. But she had always been adept at managing all of these risky penchants with ease and with a mindset for prudent moderation.

Of course, willfulness was also a strong trait in her character, and one might guess that this trait may have been a dominant factor leading to her recent metamorphosis, sexually speaking. But, blind serendipitous eventfulness was more at play here in that area of her dealings, if the truth were known.

A fraction of the various components leading to Angel’s “change” had more to do with a happenstance of fate; an evolution of natural selection. Perhaps, one may guess that a combination of her strong will, coupled with her natural horniness might have set the change in motion—that, and her perceptiveness, along with her talent for being in the wrong place at the wrong time; or in the right place at the right time, if you’d prefer.

Who can say? You’d have to be a studied psychologist to even approach a reasonable hypothesis about what ultimately guides the evolution of human behavior. So much has been written on this subject. So many factors contribute to who we are.

More than likely, it suggests that the sum total of all those things mentioned, and many other environmental factors, may have played parts in transforming Angel’s sexual worldview, while also cluing her in on the control and the potential power she could utilize in a given sexual relationship.

And then of course, there was the part a certain video played in this human equation call “Angel Tucker.” Ah yes, the video.

But, let’s save the telling of that part of this sordid story for later; shall we?

Speaking of her horny nature; up until recently, Angel’s sexual drive—and the tastes and urges which went along with it—was, by and large, confined to activities which most observers in modern society would considered to be “normal” for young women of her age. Yet, even here, there were elements of obsessive behavior present at times which would set her apart.

But again, Angel also managed those ‘kinks’ fairly easily. She never let anything get the best of her. However, in the wake of recent developments in that area—developments which will be probed into with more detail and hopefully understood with more clarity as you read further—Angel’s tastes had taken on a decidedly more bold and even kinkier nature.

How so, you ask?

Well, to begin with; just two weeks before the previously-described episode with Vice-principal Hogarth in his office, she had seduced her step-brother.

Or, I should say that an ongoing seduction proverbially “came to a head.”

Steven Bronson, the biological son of Angel’s new step-mom, Kathy Bronson-Tucker, happens to be the same age as Angel.

Both children had gotten along swimmingly ever since they had first met, back when Angel’s father started dating Kathy nine years before. They were young children at that time of the marriage. And as young children are apt to do when placed in new situations, they adapted quickly. In time, and with relative ease, the two fell into their new roles as brother and sister.

Kathy and the Reverend Tucker had dated over the course of a year and a half before finally tying the knot. Because their respective children were still very young, the long courtship prior to marriage helped aid in bringing about a smoother transition and a fluid adjustment for both families. It went far in solidifying Angel’s and Steven’s friendship and their future step-relationship because, during that time frame, the two soon-to-be-wed parents purposefully sought and orchestrated outings for both families.

They coordinated school calendars and found mutually enjoyed recreational activities for Steven and Angel, such as bowling, picnicking, and camping. In addition, the Reverend’s church conducted various activities. The children were encouraged to participate together in those functions, as well.

And so, in short order—thanks to their parents’ conscious efforts—Angel and Steven got to know and like each other. It all went smoothly during their parents’ courtship and it continued in that manner into the years following the marriage. Despite normal, sporadic bouts of sibling rivalry, Angel and Steven learned to love each other, as well. To the uninformed observer, they appeared in every way to be normal, blood-relation sister and brother.

Then suddenly, without much fanfare, something changed. A new dynamic was accidentally introduced within their relationship. Puberty dealt its hand.

Really, with very little effort on Angel’s or Steven’s part, the previously described norm was drastically altered. It was simply a case of “one thing leading to another” which caused the situation to turn much more intimate for the two during one seemingly routine morning. The dramatic change was due to unpredictable events happening within the routine of that particular morning which triggered it.

Then, through her cunning, calculating behavior, Angel grabbed onto those unexpected circumstances, using them in a naughty flight of fancy to help facilitate an erotic event. Mind you; it wasn’t something she had initially planned out. It was another one of those serendipitous whims. However, whether intentional or not, she instigated a scenario; successfully teasing Steven and propelling him into a trap of desires and wants; and she did it all while convincing him after the fact that in the long run, what had transpired was his idea.

It was easy, really. Well, at least to Angel it was easy.

You see, Angel had known for the longest time that Steven was secretly attracted to her.

Recognition of her stepbrother’s infatuation wasn’t realized through any obvious or direct occurrence. This knowledge would never have come to her through any sudden outright advances on his part. Direct passes or even mildly discernable sexual advances wouldn’t be possible, considering their upbringing and their home environment. The head of their house, the Reverend William Tucker, would not tolerate such goings-on, if perchance he gained knowledge of them.

Reverend Tucker was a dominating figure in the household. Besides being a strict father, he was also a devout man of the cloth. Like most religious fundamentalists, fanaticism was very much a part of his makeup. And also like most fundamentalists, he did not react well to any perceived challenges to his static belief system or to his sociopolitical worldview. The good Reverend was thin-skinned while also possessing an ego as big as Mount Everest. All of these character traits contributed to his short fuse, where his anger was concerned. And present-day sexual promiscuity was a major sticking point; one which not only frustrated the preacher but angered him greatly.

Tucker pontificated on the subject recurrently and frequently used it as a thematic device in his oft-political, highly opinionated fire-and-brimstone sermons. He had been obsessively preoccupied with the subject all through Angel’s young life. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, he would lecture to her regularly on the finer points of his fears and insecurities concerning this sore point.

And now, he had new members joining his captive audience; his new wife—a woman somewhat of like mind, who at any rate, was willing to fall into a submissive mindset—and a new young son with a malleable mind.

Knowing all about Reverend Tucker’s tyrannical, manipulative nature leads to a better understanding of Angel’s character and personality development over the years. To an extent, it also helps explain her seemingly sudden recent changes. Conformity and child-like acceptance had given way to rebellion in small doses, at first. Then as Angel reached her late teens, and with the help of her less-restricted friends, the proverbial dam started to burst.

But no; Steven’s, or for that matter, Angel’s biologically-sound sexual urges would not be permissible topics for discussion under their parents’ roof. To be honest, neither one of the parents were by any means prepared to deal with such things.

So again; the possibility of Steven making noticeable passes at his step-sister would just never happen. Something like that would be pure folly, insofar as he was concerned. Steven knew that there would be hell to pay if he were caught. Any indication of such a thing happening in Reverend Tucker’s home would surely bring severe disciplinary proceedings into play and swift punishment for both Steven and Angel.

Without ever really approaching the subject in conversation, both kids understood that daddy Tucker could be a bit of a “loose cannon” at times. They knew not to fuck with him.

So, Steven knew enough to keep the building lust for his stepsister to himself, and he was painfully discreet about his actions. Well, at least Steven thought he was discreet.

And likewise, even though she sensed her brother’s obsessive attraction to her, Angel never let on that she knew. But she would use this knowledge to her advantage, expertly playing Steven with the skill of Hilary Hahn on a Stradivarius at opportune moments to get what she wanted. And those events always ended in much the same manner. Angel would get her way, and her flustered stepbrother would go off somewhere to masturbate his frustrations away.

But retrospectively speaking, Angel’s awareness of Steven’s horniness for her filtered into her consciousness gradually over their developmental years through her observance of subtle behavioral patterns on his part.

For example, Steven always seemed to be seeking opportunities to get as close to Angel as possible, as of late. He sought out any excuse to hug her, to crush her body to his. This behavior seemed to evolve quickly, and became habitual during the period of her breast development.

On that subject, she also had begun to notice Steven sneaking peeks at the very prominent bulge of her breasts.

Angel, to say the least, is well endowed and full-figured, as mentioned before. She’s not acutely overweight or obese, not “chunky,” but proportionally curvy and full. Angel tended to wear short, tight, bare midriff hemmed tee-shirts, or low neck sweaters. Even while she wore one of her proper school uniform blouses Steven would try sneaking peeks at her tits. He never stared, mind you, but would look at them on the sly; stealing fleeting glances whenever he thought she wasn’t looking.

But Angel knew.

A few times, she had noticed him glancing down at her cleavage when he struggled to light her cigarette.

And that was another thing; Steven always seemed to be playing “Mr. Chivalrous,” tripping over himself to light her cigarette whenever the opportunity arose. On the occasions when she would sneak out of the house to have one in the yard next to the garage, Steven always seemed to find an excuse to be there with her. No matter when she’d decide to go out, Angel could expect to see Steven there, his lighter in hand and at the ready. She found it cute and his clumsiness strangely flattering.

You see, unbeknownst to Angel, it was a cold hard fact that her easily manipulated stepbrother had an overpowering attraction to women who smoke. But then again, how would she know? It just wouldn’t be something she’d consider.

Nevertheless, in her clueless innocence, Angel would continue nonchalantly smoking her cigarette during those times, completely unaware of the fact that Steven was also intensely obsessing on her full red lips—watching them purse and pucker as she dragged on the cigarette and exhaled, his dick getting harder and harder. She never noticed him straining to lean into her cloud of perfectly blown smoke; Steven attempting to put his face in the path of her fast-streaming exhales; struggling to breathe in her smoky essence.

Oh my, yes. Steven suffered a debilitating frustration. He had it bad.

Of course, ultimately, the reasons why Steven was this way is another story: a complicated story full of the same type of unexpected twists and turns, exposures, and experiences that probably led to the uniqueness that is you, dear reader, with your own set of personal “ticks”—the smoking aspect aside. It existed in his psyche for numerous reasons, one of which could have had something to do with his mother being a smoker. And, during his early upbringing—before he and Angel became stepsiblings—he may have witnessed Kathy displaying her smoking seductively while she joked in a fleeting moment of playfulness. Other factors could also have come into play as Steven grew up: exposure to how media would occasionally depict women smoking, for example. It could have been the product of both, as well as it being the result of other connected or unconnected events. Angel did play a part in the development of Steven’s kink, although her part as an actor in this fetish stage play happened later, as a “walk on.”

As stated: it is a complicated story. However it came to be this intense “thing” within Steven is the stuff of psychoanalysis. It was just part of his makeup, and deep inside his psyche he regarded it as being embarrassing. So, because of his bashfulness about it and the anxiety he felt over having this strange attraction, he kept it locked up tight within himself. Despite that, an abundance of his free time was spent secretively “researching” pertinent material on the internet. Many a sweaty night was spent jerking off and blowing loads over images of women smoking.

Countless aspects were swirling within this obsession. Certainly, watching beautiful women simply just casually smoking was a thrill for him by itself. Usually, that was enough to excite him. There was just something so deeply erotic about the sight. Everything associated with this innocent but admittedly health-endangering activity seemed to scream sensuality and sexuality when women were doing it. From the light up to the final drag and exhale, there wasn’t a single detail about this act that didn’t ignite Steven’s passion. Every movement and each expression denoted specific finer points of arousal within his desires.

But there were also darker facets in this fixation. An element of purposeful teasing was at the heart of most.

Whether viewing actual depictions of various “bad girls” teasing men with their smoking, or fantasizing about them doing it, didn’t matter; both drove him wild. One particular teasing method especially served to inflame his libido. Seeing or imagining so-called “trashy” girls blowing smoke mischievously into men’s faces sparked a most volatile lust. That kind of taunting foreshadowed an outcome in Steven’s fantasies. It called for a result.

And then, seeing or imagining these sexy sluts of his dreams “suffering the consequences” for their brazen behavior by suddenly finding themselves engaged in hot sex acts with the excited males they teased—and all while smoking—made his cock throb. His favorite “situations / scenarios” burned hot within the darkest recesses of his obsessive consciousness. And Steven sought out representations, facsimiles, anything closely resembling these especially hotter, more desirable dark moments, feverously scanning images, videos or stories found by keyword queries through search after search all over the internet.

On this subject, it was also a fact that by sheer coincidence, one of the strange websites Steven frequented in order to get his nuts off was also a site Angel and her friend Jill had stumbled upon one night when the two girls were fucking around on Angel’s laptop.

[But, let’s not wander too far into the weeds. Rather than burden you with that part of the story this soon, we should move on and leave the telling of that event for later, as well. ]

So, keep in mind that when the brief-but-steamy sexual encounter between the step-siblings finally unfolded one warm, early spring morning, Angel hadn’t put two and two together, insofar as Steven’s peculiar obsession was concerned. She had yet to realize that Steven had this strong so-called “smoking fetish,” even during their first illicit encounter, although a cigarette was held between her fingers when it happened.

But the full brunt of it would hit her later, entirely by accident, the very night before her seduction of the sexually-crazed Mr. Hogarth.

So, anyway; what about that fateful spring morning?

It was the middle of April. The air was warm and had turned moist with higher humidity as the school year took that gleeful back slope toward commencement, diplomas and the summer break before college.

The step-sibling’s parents were out of town for a few days, attending one of Reverend Tucker’s frequent clergy conventions.

As it usual did, this occasional, unsupervised situation left Angel and Steven alone to make their own way through a daily mid-week routine. Both were responsible, working high school seniors who were perfectly capable of getting their meals together, along with getting themselves off to school and off to work on time. So, both parents felt confident about leaving them to function under their own devices.

Everything progressed normally for the first day; both step sister and brother busied themselves with the tasks and duties at hand. It was on the morning of the second day the proverbial “worm turned.”

Angel woke at her regular time that morning to the harsh tone of her bedside alarm clock.

She was always the first to get up in their home. But inexplicably, she’d managed to be just a bit late getting to first-period homeroom now and then. An occurrence that would get her into hot water later, while also representing one of those seemingly insignificant life-changing moments discussed earlier.

Dressed in her sleep attire—a tight white tee-shirt and pink panties—she clocked down the stairs of the family’s quiet two-story house, her hand grasping the banister as a guide during her weary descent.

Entering the early sun-brightened kitchen, Angel went about the business of brewing a pot of coffee for herself and Steven. Yawning while brushing stray tresses of hair back from her face into the sleepy mess of locks behind her ear, she poured a cup of black brew and welcomed a sip to her lips.

“Oh god, that’s good,” she muttered appreciatively in a breathy tone, and took another needed swig as her feet scuffled along the tiled kitchen floor before finally making her way back up the carpeted steps to begin getting ready for school.

Angel had planned to wake Steven after she used the bathroom. That way, plenty of hot water for a long shower was hers’ for the taking.

She had reached the top of the stairs and was just about to call out to her brother before continuing on her way when she thought she heard a sound coming from the direction of Steven’s room. It was soft and sounded like a moan, but she wasn’t sure.

Angel’s and Steven’s bedrooms were adjoined, connected by a shared bathroom. Her bedroom was the first room at the top of the stairs, with Steven’s arranged next, and then the master bedroom situated at the end of the long carpeted hall. Being as quiet as possible, she walked down to Steven’s room to see if she could identify the source of the sound.

As she approached, another wordy moan filled the morning air. This time Angel clearly heard her stepbrother’s impassioned voice. What she heard him utter send the beginnings of a salacious shiver up her spine.

“Shit! You fucking hot slut! Jack it! Jerk him off!”

The words were stated in a labored whisper, but they might just as well have been shouted because their weight struck Angel’s ears with such force. What’s more, the passionate sexual profanity was accompanied by another emerging sound; a wet clicking noise.

Angel’s excitement grew in disbelief as an image of what may be happening in that room crystallized in her mind.

No, she thought while moving closer, her heart beginning to beat faster. It just can’t be!

Steven’s bedroom door was slightly ajar. Angel tentatively moved toward the opening.

The head of his bed was positioned up against the other side of the hallway wall next to his door. So, when Angel peered in through the crack, she first saw Steven’s bare feet at the far end of the bed. As she positioned herself at the right angle that would allow her to see the rest of him, the sight which greeted her eyes made her heart instantly start pounding that much harder. It almost caused her to drop the full coffee cup.

Steven was lying on his back, his long tall frame stretched out on top of the sheets. He wore only his white and black boxer shorts. Towering from the wide-opened flap of the boxers was the longest, stiffest penis Angel had ever seen in-the-flesh, so to speak, at that point in her life. Her boyfriend Sergio had a big one, but Steven’s beat his by a figurative mile! The sight of the tall hard cock sticking straight up from his opened boxers suddenly made her feel weak.

Angel heard her pulse beating in her ears as she looked on. She feared it might be too loud—loud enough for Steven to hear!

Speaking of ‘beating,’ that’s just what her stepbrother was doing at that moment! His left hand formed a fist around the ten-inch erection, and he was moving it slowly from the base to the massive weeping tip of the shaft. Angel gasped quietly, feeling her pussy beginning to seep inside the panties as she watched him squeeze the wet tip. The moist, sticky noises emitting from her brother’s self-abuse added to the heat she was experiencing while she continued to take in this lewd spectacle. It just sounded so dammed dirty!

“Oh, fucking hell!” Steven’s strained hissing whisper rang out again.

“You hot fucking bitch,” he added. “Make him jit off! Make him blow a nut right through his pants!”

Steven’s excited remarks crested above the wet clicking noises of his hand job, piercing the relative quiet of that moment. The sudden verbal outburst made his stepsister jump and the sexual impact of his words went right through Angel’s pussy. Her wide-eyed glance wrenched from his jacking, tip-squeezing fist and scanned rapidly up to his head while her mind pondered not only the brunt of what he was saying but why he would be muttering such obscene instructions; seemingly to himself.

Steven’s Apple MacBook was opened next to him, positioned on the other side of his body on the bed. Her brother’s head was turned away from Angel as he looked toward the laptop. The screen faced the door through which Angel was peeking. Its flickering took her attention away from her step-brother’s face and his cock.

Once her eyes focused, what she saw him watching made her gasp quietly yet again.

On the screen was a browser video player running an mp4 file depiction of a shapely young brunette and an older well-built man. Both fully clothed characters were standing face to face. The girl donned a school uniform, much like the clothes Angel was required to wear at St. Catherine’s. The man wore a dress suit and tie. However, this man had an obvious erection. Its length pushed his loose dress pants outward into an obscenely prominent tent shape.

Angel did not notice that the sexy brunette had a cigarette between the fingers of one of her hands. To tell the truth, even if she had noticed the actress was smoking, Angel would never have put it together in her mind. It would’ve amounted to being secondary. The concept of a sexual obsession like that existing—one involving smoking—would have been foreign to her, at that point; an unimaginable psychological ‘tick’ with no discernible reference.

Nevertheless, with or without Angel realizing it, that was the major plot point in the movie. And unbeknownst to her, the woman smoking was also the main element fueling Steven’s lust while he beat off to the images of her teasing the male character.

However, what Angel had noticed about the action on the screen made her heart pound erratically yet again. It was what the girl was doing with her other hand. This actress was not only jerking vigorously on the man’s clothed erection as they stood looking into each other’s eyes. But her obvious intent was to make this poor man ejaculate in his trousers, and she looked to be well on the way to accomplishing her goal.

That seemed to be what her excited brother wanted to see. The idea began to excite Angel, too.

Oooo, Angel thought. She’s not even bothering to take it out! She wants to make him shoot off and soak his pants!

The thought of such brazen and bratty nastiness sent a perverse shiver through her body.

Angel watched the action for a few more moments and then turned her attention back to Steven’s masturbation. She noticed that his hand movements were speeding up over his own cock, almost as if he were trying to match the tempo of the actress’s hand yanking in and out on the man’s hidden dick.

“Oh, fuck,” she mouthed silently, her eyes squinting.

Did I just blurt that out? She thought, her hand involuntarily springing up to cover her mouth in alarm. Wide-eyed, she looked for any indication that he might have heard her, any movement he may make to turn and look in her direction. But it didn’t happen.

That’s when things changed. Although enthralled and excited over witnessing all of this, Angel began to feel self-conscious. The uncomfortable feeling grew. She began to feel the obvious, that she was invading her stepbrother’s privacy, with no right to be there. This sense of guilt and embarrassment intensified by the second, until she finally decided to leave him alone and go about the business of getting ready for school.

No matter how hard it was going to be, she had to pull herself away.

Shaken and still quite aroused, Angel crept back up the hall to her bedroom entrance. Once inside, she quietly closed the door behind her. Leaning back against the door and looking up toward the ceiling, she took a deep breath and let it out through a laboring sigh while attempting to calm down and collect her thoughts to begin the morning routine. But, try as she might, the image of Steven jacking that stiff fucking dick of his flashed endlessly in front of her eyes. The way her pussy felt wasn’t helping matters either. She could practically hear it throbbing beneath her moist panties.

Shaking her head, she made another effort to wipe the image from her thoughts as she walked over to the dresser in the corner of the room.

After grabbing a half-full pack of Benson and Hedges Deluxe Ultra Light Menthols and a lighter from her book bag, and with coffee in hand, Angel headed through the bathroom doorway. She placed everything on the sink counter, then pulled her panties to her knees and sat down on the toilet seat. Once settled, she took another calming breath before reaching for the cigarettes and lighter again. Flipping the top of the pack open, she pulled out an all-white tube.

Angel normally reveled in the knowledge that she could smoke in the house without a worry during her parents’ absences. But on this particular morning, that seemed insignificant, especially after what she had just witnessed. All she could think about now was Steven’s big dick, and the way his hand jerked up and down over its cum-slick surface. The phantom wet slurping sound echoed in her ears while she tried to clear the image from her thoughts again. But, contrarily, at the same time, she cursed herself for not sticking around long enough to see Steven’s lanky body writhing in climax on the bed and to witness the inevitable sperm fireworks.