You’re the middle child of your father’s second marriage and ever since your parent’s divorce and up to your eighteen birthday, you’ve lived a regular and moderate suburbian life with your mom and two siblings.

Everyone knew who your dad was and when asked if you guys were rich, despite of your mother being just a librarian with no side income but her alimony, you always shrugged it off with a not so modest Oh, we’re comfortable!

Unlike your older-brother, who decided to pursue a career on engineering on his own with a scholarship and as a statement to your dad. You decided to take a year off to “figure things out” and, as a statement to your bother, your distant father accepted you “moved in” with him and his mysterious prenuped third wife at their summer house. You know, so you can get an idea of what life is like in the city and the family business.

Much to your surprise, your father’s (55) new wife, Eugenia (36), was that European nude model your brother was obsessed with and that you in turn used to jerk off to: Evgenia Diordiychuk aka Jenya D aka Katie Fey.

Despite of living a lavishly opulent life in a minimalistic mansion with lots of glass, metal and open spaces, your dad genuinely seemed a changed, humbled and happier man; and so did Eugenia. At first, they seem like any other happily married couple. If it wasn’t for the obnoxiously loud moaning every other night and Eugenia’s tendency to wander in see-thru robes and needlessly complicated and barely functional lingerie clearly meant for lovemaking when she wasn’t attending people, clients or business partners for her art gallery.

“It’s the comfort of their home and, after all, I am just a guest,” you tried to rationalize it at first. However, the conversations that began as criticism to traditional gender roles, monogamy, and the institution of marriage; despite of neither of them admitting being in an open, polyamorous, or ethical non-monogamous relationship. Quickly evolved into more personal questions about your opinion in such topics and more, all inquired with genuine and enthusiastic curiosity by your stepmom in front of your dad.

Only a week in, things continue to escalate when your dad wasn’t home. You assumed it’s was an European thing to sunbathe topless, but Eugenia had taken it to swim and do yoga by the pool –wearing nothing her sleek wet dark hair in a pony tail and her signature wide landing strip– almost every morning; coincidentally right after her husband left for work.

She’d then recluse to her glass walled studio where she’d work retouching her paintings while donning nothing but denim overalls that, more often than not, left no side boob or relaxed ample areola to the imagination.

The last straw was when you caught her masturbating with a moderately sized hitachi all oiled up and atop a massage table, when she left the door to the room that had been retrofitted into a tiny spa cleanse chamber ajar. Her exerted reddened face already turned into a struggling frown before your eyes met for what it seemed an intense and eternal five seconds. Her gaze then turned to the side as her back arched while she pressed her vibrating wand against her smooth rippling lips and pinched a pierced nippled, utterly unbothered.

As you swiftly walked away, you couldn’t help it but to think that the fact of witnessing the woman whose semblance you’ve offered more tributes to in your lifetime pleasuring herself live would’ve actually been more arousing if you didn’t know how she looked like naked. Yet you were determined to finally find for yourself how her inner labia looked like one way or the other.

That day you didn’t see each other again until dinner, where your father announced that he’d be gone the next morning and for an entire month on a business trip to Asia.

“But what about me shadowing you at the office?” you asked.

“Relaaaax, it’s just four weeks. Think of it as a pre-vacation. Plus, you’re young: go out, try something new, have fun! But nothing too crazy, huh? And please take good care of my Evgenia. You’ll be the man of the house when I am gone and I am sure you guys will get along just fine,” your father joked, kissing the back of his wife’s hand across the table. “Actually, if responsibility is what you want, why don’t you take care of running this place? You know, making sure things run smoothly around the property. If you haven’t noticed already, Evgenia is the one who runs all the little things around here. She’s a very smart and talented woman, I’m sure you can learn a thing or two about management or otherwise from her, too!”

“I’ll be delighted,” she swallowed the Champagne from her tall glass.

The next day, by the time you woke up your father was gone. You put on some trunks to go for an early swim with the hope of running into Eugenia and finally making your move or something, what was the worse that could possibly happen? Having a conversation with her naked?

While your package bobbed up and down the stairs clearly excited at the prospect, you found her eating cantaloupe cubes from a double-sided glass bowl by the shade on a lounger.

“Morning!” she chew. Her hair was wet and she wore a clearly expensive fashionable one-piece swimsuit. “Come, sit. We need to talk.”

You obliged and sat on the lounger next to her.

“Do you masturbate often?” she asked, biting fruit from a sleek fork.

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