Justin knew she was trouble the moment he seen her climb down from Big Ed's Kenworth. She was coming up the drive wearing a pair of neon yellow Capri's that looked like they had been sprayed on and a foam green silk camisole that was better suited for the bedroom.
He figured that she must be at least six feet tall seeing that she came up to big Ed's shoulder, him being Six foot four and all, plus she wasn't wearing high heels just a pair green rubber flip flops.
The pair of them came through the door giggling and laughing like a couple teenagers and stopped abruptly the moment they spotted him, leaning up against the kitchen counter drinking a cup of coffee.
"Justin, say hello to Reba, your new Mama and I expect you to give her the respect due to her as my wife." Big Ed must have picked up on the fact that he was less then happy at the news of him getting hitched so soon after his mother’s death. When he called two days ago to announce the nuptials, it took all his resolve not to scream obsenities at his father.
"Oh, Hush big Ed I'm sure we are going to get along just fine and threw out her hand; Call me Rebel, everyone does!"
He had to admit that Reba was a real beauty. Thick red hair that cascaded over her milky shoulders in great swirls like water the over river rock, dark green eyes, full red lips framing the whitest, straightest, teeth He had ever seen. There was so much of her to take in at one time; she may look like a down home country girl he thought, but there was an underlying sensuousness behind those eyes that was capable of consuming anyone in it's path to gratify it's needs. Her eyes had locked on his and the hair on the back of his neck began to tingle, tiny beads of sweat began to forrn on his upper lip and to his horror he could feel himself beginning to get an erection.
He reached out to shake her hand, stealing a glance at her large breasts bursting out of the camisole like two dolphins breaking the surface of a foam green sea. Reba gave a sly smile and seized his hand, releasing him from his trance. "Why, looky here, if he doesn't have the same big strong hands as his daddy."
He got to see more of his stepmother over the next week due to Her well-timed accidental exposures. "Goodness me I just can't get used to having two men in the house. I'm used to walking around naked a Jaybird."
He had taken to sleeping out in his car because of the noise the two of them made at night and the sweet smell of sweat and sex that permeated the house and clung to his nostrils like sap on a maple tree. It was too much for a seventeen year old to stand night after night. One thing was for sure; Rebel was more then a match with Big Ed in the sack. She always looked fresh as a daisy in the morning while his father looked ashen and deflated as if his very essence was being drained from his body.
He was sitting behind the wheel early Sunday morning nursing the tail end of a joint when she came out of the back door and hip swayed her way to the passenger side door. She wore flimsy white silk robe covered with large pink and yellow orchids. He could tell she wasn’t wearing much underneath. He kept getting glimpses of her milk white thighs and the dark moist cleavage between her breasts. He hated the bitch for destroying the piece and quiet of his home. The same home where his real mother raised him. A home that was full of the love and kindness of a mother who protected him from the drunken rages of his father.
He dreamt of stabbing this Rebel bitch over and over. She was always naked and when he awoke he was always aroused.
"Open the door honey, I want to talk to you"
Justin reached over and released the door lock. She got in and sat facing the front window and Justin could see her naked breast though the opening of her housecoat. She turned, crossed her legs, reached out and took the joint from Justin's hand and then proceeded to take a huge hit from the spliff. She held it in her mouth for a few seconds and inhaled it deep into her lungs. She has done this many times before he thought as she handed it back to him. "Christ that's good shit, you'll have to get mommy some of that, but don't tell Big Ed he doesn't approve. Beer and Whiskey are his poisons. I prefer weed, makes me horny as hell." She put her hand on his knee and looked into his eyes; "Honey look at me. I'm not here to be your Mama and I assure you that I had nothing to do with your Daddy before your mama’s passing.
Her hand slid off his knee and up his thigh, her long red nails grazing his growing member causing him to jerk in his seat. She turned and got out of the car; leaned in with the same sly smile on her face she had when she caught him on the first Day looking at her breasts. "When your ready come in and have breakfast. I've whipped up some bacon and eggs, pancakes, toast and coffee. A growing boy like you needs to eat, besides after smoking all that weed you must be starving." She paused for a minute and added, "Your Daddy is heading out on the road again this afternoon. He'll be gone a couple of weeks and he wants you to remain in the house while he's gone. He wants you to protect me, besides I hate being by myself."
" You'll not be accompaning him then," he said.
"Hell no! Couped up in that stuffy cab for two weeks, listening to Waylon Jennings, not that I got anything against country you understand but Rebel likes to Rock and Roll. If you know what I mean." She turned and walked back to the house not needing to look back to know that he hungered for more then her breakfast.
