I slept with my stepmother. Even after years, I still couldn't get over how I felt about them.
It started when I was sixteen years old. The year before, my parents split up, and I moved in with my dad. He began meeting this woman who was a few years younger than him.
At first, I tried to hide how I felt about him. She looked great, though. Olive skin tone and light blonde hair. Also about five feet tall. There are the right bends in the right places.
The first six months went by without any events. Then my dad went to the hardware shop one day.
"I'm going to be away for a while. Don't get too crazy, you two. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do."
My dad would not have said that if he knew what was going to happen.
She asked me to come into her room. She said she needed help putting a curtain rod back in place.
I did what I was told and got a step ladder. It took me a few minutes to say, "Looks fine to me."
"From where I'm standing, the same," she said. I got cold on the ladder.
When I turned around, she slowly patted the bed and ran her soft-looking hands over the thin green blanket. I climbed down the stairs and sat down on the bed.
"I know you've been calling me mum, for a while now, but...I'd really like it if you called me Robbie," she nearly yelled.
There's a lot I don't want to say about what happened next. That being said, I will say that it was amazing, and we almost got caught.
This kept going for another six months or so. For more than one reason, I couldn't say no. She told me that if I refused her or said anything, she would tell my dad something so bad about me that I would be kicked out. That's what I thought. My dad cared too much about my stepmom to side with me.
Let's jump ahead a few years. I am still in college and I can't get over how I feel about you. I always went out with people who looked like them. But I wasn't happy because the parallels were only surface at best.
There was no way I could find someone who looked much like my stepmother. Until I found someone who was almost exactly the same. I started flirting with her right away by texting her. I told her I would do anything for one date.
She said her name was Meliisa and agreed.
It would be great if we met at one of my favourite beach foods.
The date went really well. Better than I thought it would be.
We were both very interested in each other. I told her about a nearby hotel, and she agreed.
It looked like a storm was coming, so we quickly left the beach and checked into a hotel that was only ten minutes' walk from the restaurant.
Things went well in our hotel room. The most personal thing I've done in years.
We laid down in each other's arms when we were done.
I told you, "You were great."
"Yes, you. "Oh, and don't call me Meliisa. Call me Robbie," she said.
I was frozen in her arms.
It sounded like an arm moving through a tube of grease.
As I slowly turned my head, I saw a big, red thing that looked like a slug crawling out of Robbie's mouth. I was so scared that I did nothing but watch for a moment as it came out of Robbie's mouth.
I ran as fast as I could out of the hotel room and didn't stop until I got back to the beach. I looked at the building. There's nothing. Robbie, whose name is Meliisa, was following me, but I didn't see her legs.
I turned around to face the row of restaurants the other way because I was getting hungry.
Right there was Robbie.
Daniel, don't worry. I'll tell no one about our little kiss. You also don't have to take care of the child. I'll tell your dad it's his. In any case, it should look enough like him.
Robbie opened her mouth and the big red thing that looked like a slug came out. There was only her and me on the beach. I thought I heard a faint cry coming from the slug.
Once more, horror grew in me, and it didn't stop until she shut it.
"I will always carry your first child inside me." I stay young because of it. But this baby says it wants a brother so it can take over inside my belly. Turn into a real person. "I love how holy life is," Robbie said.
After that, she turned around and left.
