Please, Please, Please.

Pairing: Sabrina/Reader

Summary: AU! Reader's father hits a mid-life crisis, blowing up the life as she knew it. It wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't marry a girl a year younger than you.

Content:2nd POV. Plot with porn, reader is a bit of a spoiled mean girl, reader is a year older than Sabrina, misogynist undertones, mentions of older man/younger woman relationship, mentions of struggles with sexuality, infidelity, rough sex, name-calling ('slut', 'whore', etc.), teasing, reader calls Sabrina 'step-mommy', finger sucking, light choking, oral sex, fingering, sex toys, slight anal play, penetrative sex.

WC: 9.8K WORDS

A/N: Meant to post this Monday, but the days got crazy! It's been very long since I've written anything this long that more than just smut, so I'm a little rusty if I'm being honest. I really enjoyed the concept and have been meaning to write this for a few months now! I hope you enjoy!

Somedays felt like a movie, and the genre wasn't something fun or cute, it was straight horror.

Just days before you were set to go off to your first semester of grad school, your father sat you and your two siblings down to announce that he was divorcing your mother. Looking back now, you see all the signs of an impending midlife crisis creeping up on him. Wanting to get a Harley Davidson, signing up for a skydiving class, and the trashiest tattoo of a tiger's claw on his shoulder should've cemented that he was losing his mind. It was unbecoming of a man who comes from a long-line of bankers, and if your grandfather was alive to see this he'd have a heart attack right on the spot.

The marriage between your parents was nothing more than a political marriage. While your father comes from bankers, she comes from a long-line of women who marry rich men. They were both young, attractive, and stupid when she got knocked up with your older sister. Both sets of your grandparents forced them to marry. It was lucky for both families that they were people of money so they could spin the story to save themselves from embarrassment. It's a family secret that your sister was born on July 22nd instead of October 3rd, the date everyone celebrates her birthday in an attempt to hide the fact that your mother was pregnant at her wedding. Such strict family traditions on both sides made divorce seem impossible. However, over the years the reality of their marriage reared its ugly head to their once unsuspecting kids. They seemed to tolerate each other at best in the last few years with your parents even planning a vow renewal. But, before your paternal grandfather's body was six feet under, your mother received the papers.

Knowing the type of woman she was, you thought your mother would go down fighting. Instead she tucked her tail between her legs like an old dog, accepted the settlement your father offered, and moved hundreds of miles away to New York City. You wondered what she would do there without her husband and children. Just wander around the city looking fabulous in vintage Oscar De La Renta? The only job she has held in her life was the one of stay-at-home-mom.

If you had to be honest with yourself, there was a piece of respect that was lost for her. She gave up so easily that it was almost disgusting. Giving up a multi-level, 10 bedroom mansion for a 3 bedroom apartment in New York City. Granted, that apartment was nowhere near cheap, but it didn't compare to the luxurious mansion in Cape Cod. It's one of the many reasons why you stayed close enough when going to college (and with the family legacy of going to Brown University, you truly had no other choice).

You just didn't realize that she had no other choice, that maybe one day you would face the same fate unless you decided to actually use your degree instead of acquiring it for bragging rights to say you've attended an Ivy League. The situation was not black or white, and it quickly got worse.

The Y/L/N siblings were spared in the aftermath of the divorce. With your father making reckless decisions and the three of you being of legal age, one of you easily could've been cut off. Instead he was more present in your lives and trying to get at least one of you to join in on one of his escapades. When your little brother Damien turned 18 a year after the divorce, he quickly became the sacrificial lamb. He's the youngest, had more time and stamina, so he truly had no choice. Your father dragged him along to nearly everything and he obliged just so he wouldn't fuck up his money flow (and to make sure his father didn't die in some way that would ruin the family reputation). Damien desperately wishes he had joined his father on that Vegas trip instead of catching a nasty case of strep throat. Maybe if he had he could've talked his father out of marrying the first blonde girl he saw at a club he was too old to be inside of.

"The roses can go over there!"

If your mother had seen the big vase of multicolored roses being placed on the dining room table she carefully selected, she would have a meltdown. The woman ordering the decorators around was certainly fulfilling your mother's role as the woman in charge of the home's appearance, but she wasn't your mother. There was not a single iota of class in that woman's body, not even in her pinky finger. You hesitated to call her a woman because to you she wasn't, she was a little girl. Only 6 years older than your little brother, yet 6 years too young to be considered a peer of your older sister.

Sabrina was short, blonde, and tacky. She looked like she was wearing a costume when she dressed up in the old vintage Chanel in your mother's old closet. You'd rather burn those clothes than let her wear them. Sometimes it felt like your anger was irrational, but then you'd see her parading around in something skimpy or gaudy and you tasted bile in your mouth. The two of you are only one year apart. That was the hardest part to swallow. You wouldn't have cared if your father had married some random woman, or even his secretary of 15 years, as long as they were someone with a fully developed frontal lobe. But no, he had to embarrass the family by keeping the little blonde on his arm.

You regarded her as a pet; everyone else looked down on her too. Your grandmother hasn't called in months, refusing to speak to her son. You remembered how she called your older sister, screaming down the line, "Frannie, I want him institutionalized! I don't care how old he is!" Nothing anyone said could make him change his mind, he was "in love."

"Sabrina darlin'!"

There was a sweetness to his voice that felt unfamiliar to you. You felt sick to your stomach hearing the pet names he constantly called her. Sugar plum, fairy, darlin'.

"Teddy!" Sabrina squeals like a child. She runs to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, heels obnoxiously clicking against the marble floors.

"How's it going? You two getting along?"

If there was a way to end your father's life and get away with it you would, and your siblings would be happy to provide an alibi for you. He was trying to force this relationship onto the three of you with you and Damien receiving the brunt of it because you were both still living at home.

"It's fine. The decorators brought the wrong tablecloths though. They had orange ones," you make a face as you speak. Your father absolutely loathes the color orange for irrational reasons really. "I told them there was a mistake and that we always have the gold tablecloths."

"I wanted the orange ones," Sabrina interjects before your father could speak.

You'd hope this would be a moment where he would start to come to his senses and chew her out. The Y/L/N family party table cloths were always white without fail.

"Orange?"

"Yea! I thought it was really pretty!"

"Okay, well Y/n tell them to bring the orange ones back. We can use the gold ones for the winter party."

And just like that, your father conceded for the 100th time since he met Sabrina. You were more pissed off than shocked. She had her claws so deep into him that he was willing to let the color orange into his house. Everything was always gold, or blue, to represent the family coat of arms. Gold for generosity and blue for loyalty. What does orange represent? In your eyes, it will forever represent tackiness.

Sabrina clasped her hands in excitement and kissed your father on the cheek. She did that every time she got her way, which was often. There was nothing you could do to salvage this party and the potential ruining of your father's reputation. Every single time you tried to veto one of Sabrina's insane ideas, you were overridden by your father. It was humiliating and you wondered why you were even included. At times you felt like you were Sabrina's assistant or something.

You left the room without anyone noticing. It wasn't a party to represent your family -- it was Sabrina's little project. You wanted no parts of it.

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"I hate to wear my good stuff to this shit, but I look way too hot tonight."

Your older sister observed herself in your full body mirror, admiring how the Versace drapes off her body like it was made just for her. With a mother like the one you had, any daughter she had was destined to have a taste for luxury and quality, and be a little bit vain.

"I don't even want to go," you start. "You should see how horrible it looks."

"Oh I saw. I caught a glimpse before I came up here. Orange, Y/n? Really?"

"I know. We went our whole lives hearing about how it's the worst color on Earth. Suddenly it's fine to stay in the house now."

You let out an exasperated sigh. You are wholly defeated. Any time your sister came around she wanted to talk about Sabrina and this "situation". She continues to ramble on about the blonde while you put your make-up on at your vanity. In the corner is a photo of you and your siblings as kids. Unbeknownst to the 7-year-old you in that photo, life would be turned upside down. You pull your eyes away and bring your attention back to your make-up. There was nothing left for you to do, just continue to attend family parties and look pretty to keep up a semi-normal appearance.

In the middle of your sister's wordy rant about the current affairs of family life, your little brother came into your room.

"Orange?"

"Yes."

"We know."

All three of you were affected by this, but Damien was taking it hard. You overheard a few of his friends teasing him about his new "step-mom" being so close in age to him and how he should "bang her." He was still a kid in your eyes, your innocent little brother. He sits on the bench at the end of your bed and slumps, his head facing the ground.

"You want me to do that for you?" Your sister gestures to the undone tie around his neck. He nods his head affirmatively. It was always your mother doing it for him, but she's no longer here. Seeing her these days was rare. A bittersweet feeling crept up watching your sister fix his tie through your vanity mirror. Sometimes you felt dramatic for your reactions to everything, but none of you deserved this.

"Tonight is going to be hell," Damien whispers to himself, but loud enough for Fran to hear.

"I know, but we gotta suck it up. This can't last for much longer, right? What can a 24-year-old do for dad? She doesn't even do a third of the things mom did. And surely we're going to be the laughing stock of town when people see how this party looks. That girl has got to go."

"I don't know. Dad is stubborn, nothing in the world will change his mind. She's already in the will and-"

"Wait...what?"

Fran being so far away kept her a little out of the loop. However, there was something you were supposed to tell her when you two had that phone call a few months ago that you just so happened to gloss over.

"Yeah? You didn't know?"

You didn't have to look up to know that their eyes were now staring into your back. The existing weight on your felt like it was getting heavier and heavier by the second. Your reputation you wanted to escape as an adult was hard to evade, even with your siblings.

"Y/n," they say at the same time.

You hesitantly turn around to face them, one eyebrow covered in pomade and the other bare.

"I don't know what you want me to do about this! I get it from both of you! I'm not some sort of savior. Hell, I'm not even dad's favorite -- that's you Damien!"

"Oh, Y/n, you have to do something!"

"Why me?! Why not you, Fran? You're the oldest!"

What did they expect you to do? Beg? Your brother is only 18 so there wasn't much he could do, but your older sister should have your back.

"I'm not even the favorite."

"Exactly. Y/n, you know how dad feels about you."

Even though she was an 'oops baby', Fran was the first born and everything your mother wanted. Coming years after her, you were actually planned (and not an out-of-wedlock baby). You were supposed to be the last one, your parents being satisfied with their two little girls, until your mother popped up with a positive pregnancy test. Damien was the internal baby of the family; the last grandchild for your paternal grandparents and one of the few boys this family has been able to produce. Fran was special to your mother and Damien was special to the whole family. You were in the middle -- neither good nor bad. Somehow this translated to your siblings that you were the real favorite.

The other two have had their fair share of issues that were spotlighted because of their standing in the family. When your sister took your father's credit card to go shopping, all three of you were grounded for 6 weeks -- even your 5-year-old brother. And there was a time Damien and his group of friends were egging people's houses and cars. They looked like troublemakers because they were so exposed. It wasn't like you didn't have your own bumps in the road, you were just smarter in concealing them. You learned from Fran's mistakes and weren't clumsy like Damien. You were in the goldilocks zone. Thus you were always the "good" child in the eyes of your parents because they never received calls from the school principal or mall security to come get you. It didn't mean that they loved you any more than the other two. But, for some reason, that's how your siblings see it.

"He won't even listen to Grandma, why would he listen to me?"

"He might not change, but she might."

The tone of Damian's voice gave you anxiety that made your stomach hurt. You could read in their eyes that, yes, they were expecting you to solve this somehow. You were always a "get it done" type of girl, but when it came to family matters you found that your voice was often lost. Suddenly now you were the one who had the answers.

"I haven't said more than two words to that girl."

"That's more than what either of us have said to her. C'mon Y/n, you are the one closest in age to her. And I know you of all people know how to strike fear into another girl's heart."

"Yeah, remember how you made cousin Bethy cry every time you saw her."

"That is different. Beth is a pretentious bitch with a huge ego. She needed someone to humble her."

Your sister scoffs while his brother rolls his eyes. Somehow you seem to remember these stories differently and magically were in the right every time. The truth was always somewhere in the middle, and in that middle is the truth that you weren't always the nicest girl. Maybe it was middle child syndrome that made you strive for attention within your peer group. You were lucky to have enough distance in age with your siblings so your high school years didn't overlap. Otherwise they would've been firsthand witnesses to your "slightly mean" ways. But, let the girls in your grade tell it, you were a terror like no other. Revered or feared; there was no other way you wanted to be seen.

For them to ask you to go back to that place with Sabrina confirms that your family caught wind of how you acted. Some of your classmates' parents attended the same country club as your parents. They've never been confronted about your behavior, or at least that's what you believe. Unbeknownst to the people who disliked you in high school, you always acted with a little bit of fear in your heart. Fear that your parents would find out and send you off to school somewhere like your parents did your older sister for her last year of college. To have her high school experience neutered like that was devastating to Fran, and you weren't going to let the same happen to you. That was just high school, if you were to do something like that now and against your father's new lover, you aren't sure what the consequences would look like but it won't be pretty.

"I can't do it."

"Why not, Y/n?! You need to at least try," your brother nearly begs.

It was getting dangerously close to the hour when the party started and you weren't even ready yet. Having to show your face and through this situation was making your stomach turn. You wanted to lie to your father and tell him you were feeling too under the weather to attend, but one of your siblings would call you out in a heartbeat. You were feeling torn inside. It was hard to believe that your father would edit Sabrina into his will, but stranger things have been happening over the last year or two. You would be risking a lot trying to confront Sabrina if it backfires; you haven't been that mean girl in years.

There was a knock on the door, your father's voice followed quickly after. He was surprised to see all his children in one place, but pleasantly surprised. Tonight will be starting in 30 minutes, he warned you. It was the first time all three have been alone with your father without Sabrina bopping around. Your sister gives you a look, one that tells you you should say something now. All you do is avert your gaze.

"I'm so happy you all can be here, especially you Fran since you live so far away. Tonight is going to be like old times, but most importantly, it's going to be special. I'm looking forward to it, and Sabrina certainly is too. Now don't take too much time, the party will be starting soon."

He leaves the room to return downstairs. He's rendered the three of you speechless, no one saying a single word to each other as the wallow. Sabrina's name alone is enough to make your sister's blood boil and your brother turn somber. Could you handle this for another 2 years or so? Hell, what if she's around for another 5 or 10 years, what are you going to do? Some 24 year-old brat isn't going to fuck up the future of your family.

"Okay," you begin, and your voice sounds like the sound of defeat. "I'll do it."

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The parties thrown in your home used to feel like the event of the century. Neighbors and acquaintances scrambled for an invite. You waited patiently until you were old enough for your parents to finally let you come downstairs for the party. It was a dream come true to put on your best, let your sister do your make-up, and socialize with the other kids of rich parents. Years and one divorce later, the spark was gone.

Your aunt who lives in London was trying to talk to you, but your mind was somewhere else. All night you've been trying to find a way to get Sabrina alone, but it was hard to spot her. She wasn't with your father nor was she with one of the handful of equally tacky friends she invited tonight. It was weird seeing people she knows here and they were obviously out of place. Your aunt had mentioned that one of them was wearing a dress that is such an eyesore she was "going to be sick."

"Ms. Y/l/n?" You turn around to see the party planner, your mother's loved party planner, staring at you with a frazzled look on her face. You've never seen her like that. "We have an issue. Someone is throwing up in the 3rd guest bathroom. I believe it's one of Mrs. Y/l/n's guests."

Mrs. Y/l/n.

Just because she was married to your father doesn't mean she reserves the right to be called that. Your blood began to boil, an overwhelming feeling of dread and disgust making you sick.

"Where is she," the venom in your voice wasn't for the drunken girl ruining the bathroom, it was for Sabrina.

You had to find Fran among the guests to handle the situation. She was knee-deep in a conversation with your 2nd cousin and their husbands.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, just fix it."

You pushed her in the direction of the bathroom and turned on your heels. Your eyes darted everywhere, looking for a glimpse of blonde anywhere. You saw your father yet Sabrina was still not in sight. He was in the middle of entertaining a few guests when you interrupted.

"Dad," you whispered to him. "Where is Sabrina?"

He had one too many glasses of wine to be able to recognize the anger in your voice. He did look a little confused as to why you wanted to find her.

"In the kitchen I believe. Is something wrong?"

"No."

You walk away before he could ask you any other questions. You can feel his eyes staring into your back, but he doesn't dare stop you. No one would be able to stop you from barging into the kitchen, surrounded by caterers. They didn't pay you any mind as you looked for Sabrina amongst them. You thought that she somehow evaded you, but you noticed that the light for the pantry was on.

It was no one other than Sabrina behind the door with a cigarette between her fingers.

"Give me that."

You snatch half-smoked stick from her and stomp on it.

"Hey! What the fuck is your problem?!"

The sound of your palm hitting the wood of the pantry above her head startles Sabrina. She steps back to widen the space between you two, but you just step closer. Then she tries to move, but you place your other hand beside her head, trapping her in.

You've never even stood side by side with Sabrina, let alone this close to her. She's stunned, staring back at you with her blue eyes. It was like you staring past her, looking at her like she was nothing.

"Look at you -- you're embarrassing yourself. Everyone here is judging you. You. Don't. Fit. in."

Venom leaks from every syllable. Sabrina considers herself a fearless woman, but the way you looked at her sent a shiver down her spine. You hardly speak to her, so she assumed you weren't a problem for her. Clearly you were never going to like her, but she liked that you weren't in the way like your grandmother and nosy sister try to be. However she had read you completely wrong. You were used to this. You weren't afraid to put a bitch in her place.

"What do you want from me?"

"You need to get yourself out of this situation, or else you're in for a hell of a 10 years...unless my father decides to drop you sooner. Either try to ride out this brutal humiliation, or leave. Those are your only two options. Do whatever you want, but know if you pick the former, I will make your life hell on Earth."

It felt so good, euphoric even, to see the look at her face. You hated to admit it but your siblings were right; you were the right person for the job.

You leave her there in the pantry without looking back twice. You give her 10 days max and she'll be gone. However, you're prepared for whatever she does next. It's not over until it's over.

-

It's been days since your father's party and it was not the talk of the town like he hoped.

"I don't understand? Every year Annette and I throw this party and come Monday everyone down at the club would be hounding us like we were the king and queen of England. No one said anything to me today! Not even Bill, and he's the biggest social climber I know!"

"Oh, honey, it's okay! Maybe next year?"

"At this rate there won't be a next year! This was the most expensive party yet and no one has said a word about it."

Your father was torn up inside because none of his country club buddies were fawning over him because of his party. Seeing him look so dejected had you hiding a smile. That's exactly what you fucking deserve, you think to yourself. He mentioned your mother's name for the first time in months, that had to sting Sabrina just a little bit. Of course no one gave a fuck about the party of a man who was off his rocker. Everyone in town knows what is going on with him, and no one was impressed by him having a young, pretty wife. They were haughty assholes who only enjoyed the company of people who were just like them, not some random 20-something-year-old who stumbled into a marriage with a rich man. There was nothing romantic about their courtship and it reeked of desperation from both parties. That's why no one cared to talk about the other night or even be associated with your father.

Sabrina looks up at you and she can see just how smug you feel right now. She wonders if you put some kind of spell on your father that night because things have changed since you threatened her. Mostly what has changed is her attitude toward her husband. She absolutely loathes that you got to her. Before she didn't care what you or anyone else thought because your opinions didn't stop her husband from spoiling her. Now that he was upset about this party she was wondering if it was because of her.

There was a looming possibility that you were absolutely right about this. Sabrina has always been fearless which has led to some reckless decisions over the course of her short adult life. All of this was one of them; a huge one. This relationship gave her stability and what felt like an endless amount of money. But she's only 24, and that moment with you the other night triggered her.

It was absolutely wrong to have you on her mind so much. Her mind was scrambled with thoughts of wondering if she should be scared of what you could do to her or intrigued. You reminded her of girls she used to hangout just with more money. Sabrina was always dubbed the 'kind' and 'sweet' girl, but she gravitated towards people with dominant personalities. She never felt compelled to get close to you because she could sense the tension, but now it was going to be hard to stay away.

Your father dismissed you two, waving you off saying he wants to be alone right now. His behavior felt too dramatic for you to have any real sympathy for him, but you were hoping to see the face of your old father return. Your heart pumped in excitement hoping that he was coming back to his senses. Your mother may not return, but there could be a new normal.

"Y/n?"

You keep walking as if you don't hear Sabrina calling your name. Unless she's telling you that she's leaving for good, you don't want to hear it.

She calls your name more forcefully, "Y/n!"

Your feet stopped moving before you could even think to keep walking. When you faced her she looked at you with an unrecognizable emotion. Sabrina was always easy to read, so it was a little worrying when you couldn't tell what was going to happen next. There was a real fear that she wouldn't back down, and maybe even trap you like you did her. But, you hid it well. Letting her witness any fear was unacceptable.

"I want to apologize for the other night. For my friend and for smoking in the house...just all of it. I hope I didn't ruin the party."

Sabrina looked honestly remorseful, but her apology was more suited for your father, not you.

"Sabrina, I don't think you get it. I don't want to hear you ask for forgiveness. Hell I wouldn't even care if you got on your knees and begged. I want you out." You were being forceful again, not allowing any sort of weakness come from you. No amount of sincerity on her part would make you budge.

Accepting defeat would be the easiest thing for her to do. She remains silent, seemingly scared to open her mouth to say something. She couldn't even look you in the eyes. Her eyes were everywhere on your face except your eyes.

"Why should I leave? Your dad likes me, and I like it here. You know I'm kind of like your step-mom right?"

You scoff at her. She was being ridiculous now and you didn't have time for her.

"You're no mother."

"What's in it for me if I leave? I'm sorry, but I'm not leaving here with nothing. I had to endure you and your entire family's bullshit all because I married your father!"

"No one told you to marry him. You got horny over a man with money and didn't think about anyone else but yourself. No one, and I mean absolutely no one, feels sorry for you Sabrina."

Sabrina folds her arms and pouts like a little brat who isn't going to get her way. It may work on your father, but it's not going to work on you.

"I was going to be nice, but now you've annoyed me. Five days."

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Everything was perfect until it wasn't. Many didn't approve of the relationship, but now one messed with Sabrina up until now. She could deal with the small, shady comment here or there, but she felt outright bullied by you. Something must've triggered you for all this to be happening because before you used to just ignore her like she didn't exist, which now she much prefers to whatever is happening now.

Sabrina did not think any of this through. What was the end goal of all of this? She wasn't playing the long game at all, but for her to just up and leave in five days seemed impossible. Divorces take a long time, right? And surely with money involved she would need to spend some time finding a lawyer that can help her. Everything that was going to happen is designed to screw her over, and it's all your fault. She has no one to talk to about this. Her husband is sort of out of his mind, her friends will tell her to suck it up for the money, and her parents have no clue the extent of her situation.

It was nearing midnight and she was out on the balcony of the third floor guest room alone. This was the only place she could receive any type of solace...and be able to smoke without getting caught. It felt like the cigarette was burning her lungs with each inhale and she couldn't stand it any longer. She stomped it out before she could even get to the halfway point and kicked it off the balcony. She couldn't shake the look of disgust you had given her when you saw the cigarette in her hand. What pissed her off the most about you is that you acted so high and mighty when she knew the truth. Your father was loving, but honest about the behavior of his children. Unbeknownst to you, both of your parents knew about your mean girl ways. It was your mother who saved your ass time and time again and prevented your father from confronting you. Instead she tried to get your sister to talk you down, but she was more concerned with her own life as a woman in her early 20s.

There was a lot that Sabrina could use against you. The bullying, your deepest insecurities, and how you hide your true self.

She wondered if part of your meanness was from repressing yourself. Maybe you were jealous you felt you couldn't freely express yourself while she was able to. Your father didn't seem unaccepting when he happened to mention it in passing. When gathering the names for the invites of the party he mentioned the Peters' family and a girl named Mira. He told stories about everyone he wanted to invite, but Sabrina only paid attention to that particular story.

"We would invite them every year, but ever since 2019, they don't come anymore. They weren't too happy about their daughter and Y/n sending love letters back and forth to each other. You know my parents used to send love letters all the time, I didn't know the kids today still did it. Nice to see tradition is still alive and well! Anyway-"

Sabrina didn't think much about it then, but now it's all starting to click. You may not like her for various other reasons, but there is no denying that hiding your sexuality caused you to leave a path of fire wherever you walked. You were an adult now with your own life, you could live how you want, but instead you wanted to make Sabrina's life a living hell as if you were in high school again. Sabrina is not heartless and won't embarrass you like you constantly try to do to her, but Sabrina feels like she deserves some sort of retribution.

There was still sound coming from your room meaning you were awake. You and Sabrina were the only ones awake in the entire house. She knocks so softly on the door that you barely hear it. She waits for you to let her in. When you open it to see her standing there, she ignores the look of confusion and bursts into your room.

"What the hell are you doing?!" You didn't care how loud you were. Hopefully someone, your brother, or even better your father will hear you and wake up.

Sabrina doesn't say a word, she just stares at you like she's been betrayed. You wouldn't have any clue why, you owe her nothing.

Sabrina was daring, but fuck this was tearing her up inside. She wasn't this kind of person, but you brought this out of her. If you were going to play dirty, so was she.

"You need to get the hell out of my room! You have some nerve bursting in here and-"

Everything happened so quickly because it was now or never for Sabrina. For the first time since the party, Sabrina was successfully able to shut you up. Her lips met yours and you were stunned. Neither of you moved, Sabrina too nervous of what your reaction would be if she tried to move her lips against yours. Much to her surprise, she felt you melt and lean into her. You were instantly disarmed and all it took was one kiss; Sabrina was shocked that this actually worked.

It's been years since you felt the kiss of another woman. You tried your luck with a few guys in your undergraduate study, but each failed attempt reminded you that they're just not your type. This is what you longed for years. Her lips were soft from that lip gloss she loves to apply over and over again. She tasted like strawberries straight from the garden; ripe and sweet. You didn't care who was on the other side of the kiss. Your feelings for Sabrina be damned — this is what you needed.

Sabrina didn't know if her plan would work, but seeing you fall apart within seconds was rewarding. She wasn't sure where this would lead. Perhaps it'll get you to back off for a few seconds while she figures out what the hell her life turned into. You press your body into hers like you truly want her and it feels like she's won.

Minutes go by and neither of you pull away. Sabrina drives you towards the bed and pushes you into it without breaking the kiss. Her short night gown was riding up as she straddled you to expose her upper thigh and a peak of her ass. It was on instinct that you rested your hands on her plush thighs. You caress her soft skin knowing that she slathered them with her expensive lotions just an hour ago. She smelled like a fresh shower mixed with Lavender. Lavender smell with a strawberry taste; you were in heaven.

"Hold on," Sabrina whimpers between your kisses. It takes you a little to register what she is saying, but you stopped kissing her.

She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. You stare at her with confusion. What was she doing? You secretly hoped she wasn't second guessing herself because you can already feel the wetness between your legs growing. If she had left you alone to blow the steam off by yourself you may just end up being even meaner to her after this was all done.

Sabrina struggles to catch her breath and actually form words right now. She looks down at you and for the first time she sees you looking desperate. You are seconds away from begging her not to change her mind because you need her. She has to hide her smile.

"Did you lock the door?"

"Everyone is asleep. No one's coming in."

Sabrina doesn't seem too confident in your answer. She gets up and bolts to the door to check the lock. You sit up and follow her to the door. A part of you worried she was taking this chance to make her escape.

You grab the back of her nightgown and pull her away from the door. In seconds she is on her knees in front of you. You grab her head, one hand landing on her neck, and make her look at you.

"No. One. Is. Coming."

You see the worry in her eyes and you disarm her by kissing her again. How roughly you treated her catches Sabrina off guard. She moans into your mouth before you pull away to pull down her nightgown. She's always parading her cute, little tits in her outfits but seeing them exposed is different. You roughly grope her boob before giving it a love tap to watch it jiggle. She gasps a little bit too loud before she bites into her lower lip to quiet herself. Sex with her husband was not like this. Truth be told she missed the rougher and wilder sex she had when she was single. You were enjoying treating her like this and you could see she was too.

"You like when I slap your tits? You moan like a whore every time I do," you tease her while forcing her legs apart with one of your hands. That hand moves between her legs and you can feel her heat. "It makes you fucking wet too."

Sabrina has her legs spread wide, wet pussy exposed to someone who is legally her step-daughter. She should feel some sort of shame, but she loves the way you treat her. Maybe she was a little fucked up in the head for getting turned on by your meanness, but it's better that you take it out on her body instead of trying to blow up her life.

You hover over her and take one of her tits in her mouth. Her soft bud feels heavenly against your tongue especially as it hardens as you suck harder. You were such a pervert for enjoying her every reaction. She was moaning and groaning at every little touch. You had complete control of her.

"Open."

Sabrina obeys and you fill her mouth with two fingers. She looks you in the eyes as she relaxes her throat the deeper your fingers go. You make her feel so dirty and needy. She gags around your fingers before you pull them all the way out. Her saliva clings to your fingers and trails away from her mouth. The string snaps when you pull further away and it lands on her chin and a bit of her exposed chest. She gasps as the wetness plops against her skin. You go to kiss her lips but end up kissing the corner of her mouth. Your kisses trail down to her neck as you hold her on the other side of her neck. You give her a little squeeze and she enjoys the pressure more than she thought she would.

"Y-Y"

She stutters, unable to speak from the overwhelming pleasure. You're curious about what she has to say.

"Spit it out, girl."

"Y-You better eat pussy the way you run your mouth," she finally spits out. She had some bite to her voice; she was teasing you and wanted to see what you would do about it.

"You think you're so tough, huh?" You find it cute how she tries to talk back to you when she looks up at you with those soft eyes. You know how girls like her are; all talk until they have a wet mouth on their pussy.

You take on her challenge, rubbing your fingers against her sensitive clit. Her wetness smears against her sex with each stroke. You don't have to taste her to know she tastes as sweet as those strawberries in the garden, probably even sweeter.

Your fingers go back into her mouth as you sink lower, your belly pressed against the soft rug on your floor. Her lips wrap around your fingers as you begin to finger fuck her mouth. "Get my fingers all wet for your pussy, step-mommy," you tease her. She gags when your fingers hit the back of her throat. Her pussy was oozing at the sound of you calling her your 'step-mommy'. Never has Sabrina considered herself your step-mother, but your words were so dirty she was wetting herself.

Sabrina throws her head back in ecstasy when your fingers situate themselves in her sopping hole. It's been a long time since she's had her pussy eaten, especially with this much enthusiasm. Gone was the spoiled brat who wanted to bully her out of the house, you had turned into a fiend for her pussy. She tastes so good the moment her pussy enters your mouth. You suck on the little bud and she reacts as if no one has ever eaten her pussy before. You slurp on her pussy like you're starved. You haven't gone down on another woman in nearly two gears. The feeling of a woman shaking beneath you because you're devouring her strokes your ego like no other. That woman being Sabrina makes you feel even more smug.

"L-Look how you eat your step-mommy's pussy...fuck!" Sabrina was smiling like an idiot. No longer was she scared of you once she saw how all it took was her spreading her legs and giving you some pussy to get you to shut your mouth. This was the only time she was able to talk back without having to hear you get snarky with her.

She admires how you arch your back and really get into it. Sabrina imagines what you look like underneath your pajama shorts and how soft your ass feels. Thinking about pulling them down and spanking your ass to assert her dominance over you makes her moan.

Sabrina's pussy hugs your fingers and sucks them in deeper. You curl them and rub against her sweet spot. Her legs shake harder and harder each time the tip of your fingers bully that spot deep inside of her. She moans loud enough to fill the room, not giving a damn who could hear her at this point. She felt tears well in her eyes because it simply felt too good. She was about to cum for the first time in two months. Those two months felt like a lifetime, struggling to get herself off and being neglected by her "husband."

"Y/n!" She cries out your name as her pussy tightens around your fingers.

Another stroke of your fingers and she cums hard around them. Her arousal flows out of her with every thrust of your strong fingers. You fuck and suck her through her high until she's whimpering like a wounded animal.

"Look at the mess you made."

You pull your fingers out and rub her cum into her pussy. You scissor her pussy apart to admire how her opening winks at you. You wish you were more prepared for this; you'd love to use a strap-on on her and make her ride you until she cums again. Her pink lips probably look so pretty wrapped around something thick and sucking her own cum off.

"It's my turn now."

You turn on your knees before pulling your shorts down to your knees. You feel slightly vulnerable not being able to see Sabrina while you're on all fours. Her hands grab handfuls of your ass and she spreads you open. Her thoughts of teasing and spanking you go out the window when she watches your holes spread apart. Sabrina was weak and desperate for attention, she wasted no time bringing her mouth to your sex. But, she was adventurous. You didn't expect her tongue to slide over your asshole. You yelped and nearly flew forward when you felt her wet tongue against your most sensitive hole.

"Okay, okay!"

Your protests didn't make her completely stop, but her tongue did move down to your slit where her tongue threatened to push past your folds. Nothing could compare to the feeling of someone's mouth on your pussy. Not your hand, your vibrator, or any of the other sex toys you tried over the years when exploring. Sometimes all you needed was a mouth to bring you closer to heaven. You felt almost as pathetic as Sabrina as she eats you out from behind. Sabrina is clearly enjoying it because you can feel her humming into your pussy and laughing in delight. It was right then that your guard fell down and you gave into her a little. This wasn't an outright truce, but right now pleasure took precedent to whatever the hell your shared life was right now.

"Fuck that feels so good!" You cry out. "You wanna make me cum? Step-mommy wants my cum?"

You could barely stay up on all fours. Your chest collapsed to the ground, deepening your arch. Sabrina's fingers dig into your hips and she pulls you back further into her mouth. It seemed impossible for two people to go from absolutely despising each other to needing each other in this way. The night of the party when you pressed up against Sabrina, you didn't think that would lead to some unaddressed sexual tension.

Ironically that mouth you used to spew hate was begging for her mouth. She wanted to feel you cum and pulse against her tongue. It was only fair that she returned the favor. She gave your clit enough attention, but she just couldn't stop herself from going back to your asshole. You tensed up every time she licked it and applied pressure. Then she reached under you and began rubbing your clit. That tipped you over the edge, your legs shaking as you cum embarrassingly hard. You've never had your ass toyed with like that so you didn't know how you would react. It was such an intense orgasm that you completely flopped onto your belly. You fell out of Sabrina's grasp and shivered on the ground while your orgasm subsided.

"Didn't peg you as an anal girl," she teases.

"S-Shut up," you manage to speak with such a shaky voice.

It takes a lot of energy for you to push yourself back up to your hands and knees. You kick your shorts off and turn to sit on your ass. The first thing you see is the lower half of Sabrina's face covered in your cum. Your skin heats up and something comes over you. The dire need to taste the mix of your cum and her saliva overwhelms you and you kiss her lips again. She tries to kiss you back but you quickly move to suck the liquid off of her chin. It was so filthy and the last thing she expected from a stuck-up bitch like you.

"Do you have any toys?"

You were shocked that she asked you that. Not only did she want to keep going, but she wanted to do more.

In fear of your toys getting found, you kept them at your college apartment. Two vibrators, one dildo, and a pussy-licker because you were feeling indulgent one day. You would never be able to fully relax if you had kept your toys here. However, you do call back to that time you bought a dildo "for fun" with your friends on senior ditch day in high school. All of you were freshly 18 and could finally go to a sex shop. You bought one that was mid-sized, too fearful of one too big. You had used it a few times, but it mostly went ignored.

"I think so."

Sabrina watched you get up on shaky legs. She perked up in excitement, hoping that you had something that could stretch her out nice and good. You disappear in your closet and come back out with a teddy bear. She furrows her brow until you unzip the back and pull out a dildo.

"Hiding it in a teddy bear?"

"I didn't want anyone to find it."

She shrugs her shoulders in response before standing to join you. She takes the toy from your hands and examines it. It's pink, veiny, and pretty, but the size was a little too small for her. She didn't want to come off as a size queen to you, so she didn't say anything about it. For you however, it was much bigger than you remembered. You have a dildo at your apartment, but it's even smaller than this one. You don't use it much, so your pussy isn't used to much more than a few fingers. Your hope was to just use it on Sabrina seeing that she was the one eager to continue.

"How many times have you used this before?" She asks out of curiosity.

"Just a few times...it's an older toy."

Sabrina notices how you're not even looking at her anymore and you're acting shy. You were nervous to use the dildo, she figures. She can't help but smile and use that information to her advantage.

"Go clean it off. Teddy bear fuzz in your pussy sounds uncomfortable."

You listen and enter the private bathroom connected to your room. While you're gone Sabrina takes this time to undress herself completely. She looks over to your vanity and sees herself in the mirror. Her hair was messy and her face flushed pink. Despite how messy she looks, she hasn't felt this hot in a long time. She admires herself until you come back. She smiles at you with that spark in her eyes. It's the look she gives whenever she wants to have her way, and she hopes for it to work on you.

"I really, really wanna stretch out your pussy, Y/n."

"Weren't you the one asking me if I had any toys?"

"Who's the step-mom here? Me or you?"

You didn't have any more snark in you. That orgasm completely took your walls down. Whatever Sabrina wanted out of you right now, she was going to get it. You were nervous but your pussy was begging for more attention. That's how you end up on the bed with your legs spread wide open for the 24 year-old who you've been calling 'step-mommy'. She spits on your pussy and rubs the head of the dildo into your folds. The head pokes at your opening, but Sabrina doesn't slide in right away.

"I bet you have a tight pussy. You like fucking girls instead of being fucked. Am I right?"

You feel too ashamed to answer her question. Your eyes are glued to the toy between your legs, waiting for the moment Sabrina slides it into your waiting pussy. You wondered how much she knew about you and your feelings. How much could your father know and possibly tell her? She wasn't mocking you for your feelings, hell she just ate you out from behind, but you keep tensing up in guilt.

"It's gonna feel sooo good if you just relax for me, okay? Let your step-mommy fuck your pussy open." She was younger than you by a hair which made submitting to her so much harder.

Sabrina slowly pushes inside of you, watching your pussy stretch around the inches. It was probably only 5 inches long and it wasn't very thick, but you just couldn't relax as it slid in deeper. It hits her that you may not be as experienced which makes her keep that slow pace. Once your whimpers turn to moans, she knows you've gotten accustomed to the size. You keep your legs open wide for her. She pushes in deep and fully pulls out to see your slick covering the rubbery toy.

"Look at you creaming for your step-mommy," she coos. Sabrina doesn't mean to come off as condescending, but after everything you've done to her, she deserves this. You can't even talk back to her because you're too busy moaning. "It feels so good getting stretched out, doesn't it? If you weren't so mean to me in the beginning we could've done this a long time ago."

You almost cum at the thought of being able to experiment with Sabrina at any time, any place. If you two were caught it would ruin your family's reputation way worse than any of her skimpy outfits could. But the way she fucks the dildo into your pussy urges you to not give a damn. Having someone to fuck in your house at all times is easier than hoping one of the pretty girls on campus will flirt with you back. Of course this would change everything about the dynamic in the house. You would have to eat your words and somehow get your siblings off of Sabrina's back. You still don't want her married to your father, but right now you don't know how to navigate your way out of this situation. Somehow the sneaky blonde knew that she would be your kryptonite.

Your pussy squelches and creams around the toy when she starts rubbing your clit with her thumb. If you weren't teetering on the edge then, you certainly were now. You finally look at her, but she's too occupied staring at your pussy.

"That's it...that's a good girl."

She wanted you to cum maybe more than you wanted it for yourself. You were nervous, legs shaking, and the hairs were sticking to the back of your neck. The way your body let go and released on its own made you cry. Your orgasm forces a few tears to slip from your eyes. Never in your life have you reached such a high that it made you cry. Your legs close on instinct, trapping Sabrina's hand between them. She stops fucking with you the toy, but it's still inside of you, stretching you out. You had gotten accustomed to its size and the delicious stretch had turned into a longing for something more, something bigger. You just felt so greedy, but your orgasm had satiated that greed.

"Oh my god," you say breathlessly and embarrassed. You close your eyes as if it would somehow hide you away from the world, and Sabrina's gaze. You had let the blonde win. It was so bitter yet so sweet. Letting your guard down for the first time in your adult years has resulted in something good. 

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"Do I have to handle everything around here myself?!"

Fran hoped that after the failed event of the year she would come back to packed boxes and the absence of the blonde girl. Instead everything was the same and the orange table cloths were still on the table. You had one job, and she truly believed in you, yet in her eyes you failed.

All you could do was shrug your shoulders. You told your sister that you just couldn't get Sabrina to budge and that she was going to stay.

"Just let it runs its course."

Suddenly you seemed to relax on Sabrina's presence in all of your lives. Yes, you folded, but how could you not? You stayed up at night thinking about the pleasure when she was just on the floor below you. The feelings of satisfaction still lingered in your hips and made you long for more. Your desire, it was more than Sabrina at this part, but at what point would you come out of your shell and come alive? Oh you felt so low for letting sex get you to rethink your life choices about living behind a bitchy demeanor, but you haven't gotten any in so long. You needed the tension relief and Sabrina just so happened to be the one to give it you.

"I don't know what you want me to do? If she says no, she means no."

"And you're serious right now. I can see it in your eyes that you don't give a damn anymore. Y/n, she's in the fucking will. By the time dad croaks the money will dwindle and we'll have to split the money in 4 ways now."

"Maybe the money isn't why she's sticking around."

"Oh bullshit. Dad's no George Clooney." Your sister pauses and stares at you as if you have three heads, "what the hell has gotten into you?"

Once again you just shrug your shoulders. It would be unbecoming to tell her sister 'well I fucked her and that changed my perspective about everything'. If Sabrina goes, then so does your chance for another dose of pleasure. You may feel and want to be a little different now, but that selfish girl is still inside of you. When you figure all of this shit out then maybe you'll be back to pressing to get Sabrina to scurry along. But, for right now the 'little blonde bitch' is alright in your books.