"What are you doing there?..How did you even get up there? Have you mutated into some kind of wall crawling monster?" My step mom's expression was filled with shock at the position she met me as I was at least 6 ft off the ground and as usual she always has the most cruel and harsh things to say.
Wall crawling monster? Like seriously??
I could only mumble in response as my mouth was completely stuffed with snacks and bread and just then her face turned into an angry frown when she finally recovered from the shock of seeing me that high and realized I had stuffed my mouth full with their hidden snacks and food.
"You shouldn't be eating those. They ain't yours!" She yelled angrily and normally this would have been more than enough to make me submit to her feet as I always do.
Not that I am scared of her but I always advocate for peace and I don't want any of her trouble as my step mom is the type to nag one to death. However, today is very different. I have been sexually harassed, fired from my work and physically harassed and thrown out of a bus I paid for with my hard earned money and to top it all up I am very hungry! It's fair to say I have seen way more trouble than she can dish out so I wasn't fazed by her in fact I looked forward to causing her a bit of trouble myself.
My step mom was about to say something else when I suddenly gestured with my hand for her to hold on so that I can chew and swallow my food properly and she couldn't believe her eyes at the disrespect however she kept muted but her face kept squeezing more and more in anger and irritation as I was intentionally taking my time to chew and swallow.
Taking my final swallow I let out a superficial, aggravated pleasurable sigh to spite and irritate her the more.
"Sorry about that. I needed to chew the food properly to avoid having indigestion. You understand right?" I said with an innocent expression but she was literally fuming.
Just look at her face, it had turned completely red and I am loving it!
"Why are you eating them?" She asked.
"This?" I said gesturing to the snacks in my hand, feigning ignorance.
"Yes. Why are you eating it!" She yelled.
"Sorry are they yours?" I asked, acting clueless but then ate a little bit from the bread to mess with her once more.
Gritting her teeth. "You are still eating it! Why are you still eating it?!"
"I thought it was free food so you are the one that kept them here?" I asked and it was a trick question to trap her however she didn't fall into my trap.
"No I am not the one but I know it doesn't belong to you either so why will you be taking what is not yours? Don't you know that's stealing or have you now become a thief, huh?"
Though I don't like her one bit, I can't deny that my step mom is very smart. Her smartness and corniness is the reason why she has been able to deceive and manipulate my father that she is the most wonderful wife and mother all these years without him having a clue of her true nature.
"Huh? How can I be a thief in my own father's house? But come to think of it, I am the only one working in this house so where did the person that put all these here get the money to buy them? Maybe they are the real thieves then or don't you think so?" I said innocently and without any malicious tone but I could tell my words got to her bad in the way the muscles on her face and neck twitched.
Normally my step mother is a beautiful woman, probably one of the reasons why she can easily pass off as a sweet, kind person though she is the complete opposite however right now with the way she was frowning her face she looks so ugly. How I wish I could take a picture of her right now and send it to my father. I am sure he would divorce her immediately
I am joking of course.
"Are you accusing your brother, Benjamin , of being a thief, huh!" she yelled and I couldn't help but smile as she had accidentally revealed the identity of the person that hid the snacks up there.
Not that I didn't already know it was Benjamin in the first place as he is the only one tall enough to place things up here but this proves that she is aware of the fact that her son has been hoarding snacks up here meaning she has been the one instructing him to do so.
"Huh? I never mentioned anyone's name. Do you really think Benjamin can do something like this?" I said and she realized she had messed up
"W.. What are you saying? Why are you bringing Benjamin into this?"
"I didn't say anything. You were the one that mentioned Benjamin 's name and I won't lie Benjamin wouldn't find it a challenge to put things up here based on the fact that he is very tall. Is there any other tall person in this house aside from him?" I said then pretended to be pondering about the matter.
Of course there is no other tall person except Benjamin . My step mom and daughter are about the same height as me and my dad is only a few inches taller than me. He would also find it difficult to place things here even if he stretches as well
"Stop acting smart with me, young lady. Why are you even back home this early, huh? Did you come back early just to look for my troubles?" She said choosing to end the matter as she knew I had gotten her figured.
I felt an inner satisfaction that I actually won her in this. Sometimes it's good to stand up for oneself but standing for myself was what got me fired..
Paying attention to my steps I came down to avoid falling from that height. I am too young to start using a walking cane.
"None of the above. I was fired," I said plainly when I got down successfully then I started walking out of the kitchen and her eyes dilated in shock.
"Fired? What do you mean you were fired?!" She asked as she followed me closely from behind.
"It means exactly what it means. I was fired," I replied not wanting to go into details on why I was fired.
"You can't be fired. How do you want my children and I to feed_ I mean us as a family. Plus you and your dad too of course," she said, trying to cover up her slip but it was almost too late.
I turned around to face her and all I could see was a very selfish woman who cares about herself and her lazy children. Not that I am surprised. I have always known she never cared for my dad at all. She is only using him to feed herself and her lazy children and now I am the one being used.
I wanted to tell her that if she is so concerned about what she and her children would eat then they should go out and work and not just sit in the house all day lazing around doing absolutely nothing all day. Not even the house chores. I am still the one that does that. I really wanted to blast her but instead I chose not to as no matter what she is still my father's wife and I have to accord her some amount of respect.
"Don't worry you and your children won't starve. I only got fired from one job. I still have my other job and I am very sure I will get a new job soon so don't think too much okay?" I said a slight mocking tone and she couldn't say anything in response but I could sense she was upset.
"If that's all. I have to go see my father now," I said then left for my father's room....
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Since the girl couldn't kill me on the road she planned on killing me on the bed cause what the hell is praying martin's style?! I remembered I once saw somewhere on the net that the female species of the praying martin eat the male one after they finish having sex.
Is she planning on eating me also?
"What? Praying mantis style? I have never heard of that before," I said, not hiding my skepticism.
"Of course you haven't. I invented it," she said with a naughty smile and my eyes dilated.
She invents sex styles?
"Sorry, remind me which work you do again?"
"I am a professional model," she said proudly.
Model? Ain't pornstars also models??
I won't lie, I was having a bit of a worried thought but every thought in my head vanished completely when she stripped herself naked.
My God!
I have seen countless naked women before, still my jaws dropped at the sight of her. Is there any other word higher than perfection? Cause I think she just broke that scale!
It wasn't only her legs that were smooth and sexy. Every part of her body was too, especially her juicy treasure.
I don't mind if that sweet thing would be the cause of my death. Can't think of a better way of signing out of this world.
"Are you ready for the Praying Mantis style?" She said as climb on the bed in a sexy manner.
"Eat me and chew me up. I am all yours sweet thing," I said and she chuckled softly before climbing on top of me but not in the conventional way.
She was sitting down on my dick in a reversed manner with her soft, beautiful butt facing me.
With her body inclined at a 45 degree angle and her waist and ass curved perfectly she started riding me in a way I have never been rode before- Bouncing, twisting and hopping.
Bloody hell!