Her Attractive Stepmom

4

Charlotte:
"Wake up, Charlie," my dad gently shakes me awake. "I'm up, I'm up," I yawn, rubbing my eyes.

"Get ready and meet Helena and I for breakfast," he says, walking upstairs to get ready.

I walk out of my room. I drag myself across the hall to the bathroom. I shut the door and lock it.

I strip off my clothes, getting in the shower. The hot water streams down my body, soaking into my hair.

I squeeze the shampoo into my hand, scrubbing my scalp.
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After rinsing off, I get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my body, quickly rushing to my bedroom.

I enter my bedroom, closing and locking the door behind me. I slide on my underwear and bra, quickly pulling my bright dress (the one at the top) on. I plug in my hairdryer, sitting down at my vanity.

Once my hair dries, I begin to brush it out. I gently hun the tune to my favorite song, running the brush through my hair.

I toss my hair around, till it's how I like it. I slide on my silver high heels, and leave my room.

I walk down stairs, the strong sent of eggs filling my nose. "Smells good," I smile, walking into the kitchen. "Good morning, Charlotte," Helena smiles. "You can just call me Charlie," I shrug, looking away in embarrassment. "Okay, Charlie," she responds.

"Sit down," my dad says, as Helena places a plate of eggs in front of him. I sit next to my dad, watching a plate slide in front of me.