0 comments/ 46254 views/ 37 favorites The Wicked Stepmother Act 01 By: Jimyfoxx The father suddenly found himself sitting in his kitchen apparently waiting for something, or was it someone. He glanced at the clock on the wall. From the soft moonlight streaming in through the window he could barely make out the time. It was an hour or so shy of midnight on this cold and stormy Halloween night. What day was it Saturday? No wait. Sunday maybe... He was not sure. He shook his head trying to bring his thoughts into focus and then decided for whatever reason that the day was not important. What was important, and he knew this deep down inside his tortured soul was it was the anniversary of his death. Four years ago on a cold stormy Halloween night, much like this one, the cancer he had been battling for the last 15 months had finally come in all its ugly glory to claim his life. As he rests in the kitchen quietly, waiting for his senses to come alive, waiting for the pain of his awakening to subside, Ellie comes bounding into the kitchen followed closely by his wife. They were both talking and giggling. He had been sitting in the far corner slumped in one of the kitchen chairs. The girls will not notice him, of that he has made certain, as he has made himself a part of the dark shadows that reside in the corner. Ellie flips on the small light above the sink and turns to Missy saying something he cannot quite catch. Ellie had just turned 20, but despite her advanced age now, she was still just as cute and adorable as always. Ellie was just so sweet, so innocent, and oh so adorably cute and cuddly that she would make even the sweetest of puppy dogs look menacing in comparison. Ellie, named after her grandmother on her father's side, was the product of a mixed marriage. The father was a handsome Caucasian man in his own right, but when standing next to his gorgeous African-American wife he was hardly noticed at all. Ellie hit the genetics lottery as she adapted the finest traits from both her mother's and father's races. Her unblemished skin seemed to be coated with brown sugar as she had a complexion that was a near perfect combination of dark and light. Indeed, her light ebony skin glowed with dark beauty, only adding to the extreme beauty of her picturesque face. The show stopper for young Ellie was her big dreamy eyes, full of sweetness and innocence topped by long feather- like languorous eyelashes. These eyes, with their dark stunning beauty, held such power that when she turned them on her daddy, not once did they ever fail to melt his heart. In addition to her fawn like eyes, Ellie was blessed with a pert little nose and full sensual blossom-pink lips that, due to several factors, had yet to be tasted by others outside of her immediate family. Her delicate smile, which came easily especially when in the presence of her daddy, had a spellbinding quality to it that was accented by her perfectly shaped dazzling white teeth. Her long dark hair, which much to her daddy's chagrin, she kept more often than not pinned up, when let loose fell, in a cascade of dark beauty just past her shoulders. There was precious little that was not perfect about Ellie physically, and that included her well sculpted figure. She was small, at only 5' 3" and 117 pounds, but was well put together; her nicely sized 32 B breasts, and gorgeous perfectly shaped ass, which was neither soft and squishy, nor hard and solid, but somewhere balanced perfectly in between, garnered her much attention. She worked out constantly and was proud of her well-toned abs and legs, which she loved to show off as she tended to wear chic, shredded clothes in a mutinous way, which showed off a maximum amount of skin. She also seemed to regard underwear, bras in particular, as the enemy. She rarely wore them even as she became older and more developed. Her favorite tops were shredded half tee shirts that would barely cover those perky little breasts of hers. She liked her tee shirts to be light colored so they would better show off her dark ebony skin. Light colored and skin tight, which allowed for the fact she never wore a bra, while running around the house in her little half tees, to be amply noted. She more often than not coupled her half tee shirts with a pair of tight daisy duke shorts, or a short little mini skirt, depending on her mood. During the summer, she spent long hours working on tanning her already dark skin laying out by the pool in a variety of multicolored bikinis. Ellie, in short, was a show off, but yet she did it in such a sweet innocuous way that it did not seem that way somehow. Her father took careful note of the way his daughter dressed, proud yet dismayed all at once. Proud because he had a confident daughter who was not afraid to flaunt her God given beauty, which was the way the father thought it should be, despite his quiet misgivings that maybe she flaunted it a bit too much, especially around him. The dismay came when Ellie was in a "flaunting mood" he simply could not keep his eyes off her young, nubile body. Many that knew her, but only from a distance, thought Ellie was a bit of a cock tease, more so maybe because her personality which always seemed to be cheerful, bubbly, and most ladylike, also tended to be teasing and fun loving. But anyone that knew her well understood that Ellie, above all else, was sweet and innocent. They also understood she was a look, but don't touch type of girl, and if that was being a cock tease, well so be it. Ellie as the age of 20 was still a virgin, as pure and innocent as freshly fallen snow. She had yet to be touched by a boy, or a girl, for that matter; had yet to be even so much as kissed by anyone except her parents. She was extremely naïve and innocent when it came to all things relating to sex. Ellie, as an only child, was the love and light of her very over-protective parents, in particular her mother. Sadly her mother had been killed in a fatal car accident shortly after Ellie turned 13, which only caused her father to be even more overly protective of his only child. He sent her to an exclusive, private all girls Catholic school were Ellie was an all A student and one of the nuns favorites. She was actually studying to become a nun herself as a simple, uncomplicated life held great appeal to the young girl. She had not reached a final decision yet, but the idea of becoming a servant of the church was definitely something she was seriously considering. As a result she never dated, even if her daddy would have let her, which he would not have, nor took much of an interest in boys in general. She had very much decided, if she was going to give up a life of simple chastity it would have to be for the near perfect man, rather than settle for someone less than perfect, and in young Ellie's mind there was only one near perfect man—her daddy. But was there someone out there like her daddy, sweet, charming, intelligent, handsome, romantic...could there be? She was determined to wait and see and wanted to be unknown to man if she was to meet her ultimate prince charming. After the mother died in a tragic car accident, Ellie and the daddy became incredibly close for a good little while as they were both lost in mourning for the woman they both so dearly loved. Then sometime after Ellie turned 15, her daddy met her, Missy, the blonde bitch goddess from hell. Met and married her that is. Ahh yes, Missy and Ellie—a study in contrasts. Missy was your typical California bleached bomb bimbo. She was 5" 5", 129 pounds and had size 32 E tits along with a well-shaped set of legs and a super sweet ass. Her skinny size 22 waist made her large, enhanced boobs look gigantic. The father cared little they weren't 100 percent real; hell he paid for them. What mattered was the best plastic surgeon in all of Southern California had done his job well. Yes, Missy's boobs may have been fake, but they looked fantastic. Her bleached blonde hair fell to her shoulders, which worked well with her unblemished complexion which was tanned to a deep golden bronze from hours of worshiping the sun in a wide variety of skimpy bikinis. At the age of 24, she was what one might refer to as a trophy wife. The platinum blonde, with the big baby blue eyes and enormous breasts, stopped just about everyone who met her dead in their tracks, including the father. His many friends laughed when the father married her. They whispered behind his back, "He's 53 and she's 24, it will never last. She only married for money. " He was rich, lonely and vulnerable; in other words just the type of man Missy was looking for. He was just lucky enough to have met Missy at a local charity fund raising event and they immediately hit it off. Three months later they were married. He did not care what others thought as long as Missy and Ellie accepted each other which apparently, as he watched them come into the kitchen holding hands, they were finally doing. For the longest time, even up to the very bitter end in fact, Ellie and Missy fought like cats and dogs. The father's only hope was that as Ellie got older, things would start to get a bit better as maybe Ellie would begin to view Missy as less a threat to her relationship with her daddy, and more as a friend and fellow confidant she could share mother/daughter secrets with. The father was wary of the quiet periods between his pretty wife and lovely daughter though, wondering always if their getting along would last, as in the past there were a few times they seemed to be getting along famously, but then some thing or the other would cause one of them to get upset and their whole budding stepmother-stepdaughter relationship would come crashing down. Now the father, whenever Missy and Ellie seemed to be getting along, instead of getting overly excited, took a wait and see attitude. Unfortunately, his waiting for Ellie and Missy to finally fully accept each other, was interrupted by a grim diagnosis of lung cancer, too far along to do anything but wait for the inevitable, which came a little less than a year later. The 15 year old Ellie was crushed to hear of her father's death sentence, and then crushed again when her prayers to God to save him went unheeded. During this waiting period to die, the father became dismayed as he watched his wife and l daughter fight like cats and dogs again to see which one of them could provide him with the most comfort during his long slow descent to death. He died a sad, broken man, but not before he extracted from Ellie, what at the time she perceived, as a rather strange promise. On his deathbed he made the 16 year old Ellie take a vow of chastity for at least four years. When she asked why he simply responded that he wanted her to wait for him. When Ellie asked what that meant, the father growing weaker by the second mumbled, "Just wait Ellie, f-four years...you should be pure, unknown to man if I am to return...Promise." He then he slipped into unconsciousness and shortly afterwards and died. Ellie was left to ponder his puzzling request, although she thought granting it might not be too difficult, since she had already determined herself to wait until that perfect man, her prince charming came along, before ever having sexual relations. Now she just decided not to really look, to keep to herself for the next four years, just as she had promised her daddy. She knew one did not break a death bed promise without great peril. Slowly over the years after the death of the father, Ellie and Missy started to get closer. While the death of her father, deeply saddened her it also made her mature as no longer was her daddy around to baby her and take care of her every whim. True to her word she kept her vow of chastity unwilling to break her promise to him despite her blossoming beauty and the many suitors that came with it. A big cause of their new found closeness was one simple act Missy performed upon the father's death. He had split all his assets down the middle, 50/50 between Missy and Ellie. They were rumored whispers that Missy was actually happy over his death now that she was going to be quite well off with her 50 percent cut. There were also rumored whispers she was going after all of her husband's estate. Something about him changing his will right before his death making her sole beneficiary, which of course would leave poor little Ellie out in the cold. These rumored whispers, like many rumors, had no basis in fact. It was all just idle gossip, but still it got back to Ellie who was very hurt and now scared. She had been just starting to warm up to her step mother when all this happened. Ellie finally confronted Missy about the rumors who responded by, in a most unexpected twist of events, ordering the estate lawyer to transfer her 50 percent in its entirety to Ellie. She would take nothing. This touched Ellie's heart deeply and it was then a real bond began to form between the two women. Shortly, after doing this Ellie came home from school one day to find Missy packing her things up. "What are you doing Missy?" "Why moving out of course. I no longer have any claims to this house and the estate lawyer said I should leave." "What he just wants to throw you out like that." "I guess." "Well what if I want you to stay." "It's your house hon and since you are past the age of 16 and are entitled to be on your own if you so choose." Ellie invited her to stay. At first, Missy demurred, saying she didn't want to be a burden. Ellie broke down and cried saying she couldn't stay in this big house all alone. Missy stayed promising to be the best friend as possible to Ellie if that is what she wanted. From that day forward, like flowers in the spring, their relationship began to blossom. The father was now seeing this "blossoming" as he watched while the two girls begin to whisper and giggle to each other. He wished he could hear what they were saying. "Hey why are we like whispering anyway Missy, we are alone remember in this big old house, like who is going to hear us." "Are you sure?" Missy replies with a secret smile on her pretty face, that Ellie fails to detect. Then she adds, her voice still barely above a whisper. "Because sometimes I feel like he is here still watching over us." "That is just wishful thinking. We are alone." Missy turns away from her step daughter to retrieve a pair of wine glasses from one of the upper cabinets. A simple act done as much to hide a knowing smile, as to get the wine glasses. "Poor little adorable Ellie if only she knew the truth as I have come to know it about her father," Missy thinks to herself as she sits the wine glasses down on the counter top, followed closely by a new bottle of expensive red wine. "Hmm wine. What is the occasion Missy?" Ellie asks. "Well it's trick or treat night right, so I figure we owe ourselves a little treat maybe," she says with a warm smile. "Besides this wine is your daddy's favorite. We were drunk on it the first time we made love." "Too much information," Ellie says holding up her hand while suppressing a giggle. "Oh come on Ellie don't be such a little prude when it comes to sex. After all you are 20 years old now and..." "I'm not a prude!!" Ellie says interrupting her. Missy fills two wine glasses up, holding one out to Ellie. "No thanks I don't drink." "No sex, no drinking see you are a prudish little girl. Very much so. Boy when I was 20 like you. I ...well better not say." Missy says happily draining half of her glass in one long swallow. "Who says I don't have sex Missy. I might. I mean, I have guys who are interested in me. Besides, like you said, I am only 20 years old, I still have time to experience things." "And well you should baby, considering how absolutely gorgeous you really are, but we both know you are still very much a virgin. A very pure and innocent virgin who I bet has not even been kissed yet" Ellie blushes a bit at her stepmother's complement as she eyes the full glass of red wine still sitting on the kitchen counter in front of her. "Well so what..." Ellie says defensively, and then makes an impulsive decision, and snatches up the wine glass and takes a hearty drink from it. "That's better but if we are going to get drunk together on this fateful All Hallow Eve's night then we should go downstairs to the living room where we can get comfortable." "What you wanna get drunk with me Missy. I have never been drunk before you know. I might act like a fool." "That is the beauty of it hon. If I get drunk too I probably A- won't notice or B- will be too busy acting like a fool myself to care." Ellie laughs saying, "Well if you put it like that why not. Besides getting drunk with you beats the alternative I had planned. But I am surprised you don't have a date or some fancy party to attend." "No, no plans for me, but tell me what might have been your plans." Missy says as they head out of the kitchen, down the short dark hallway towards the living room. "Going to bed early, lonely and depressed because today is the day...the four year anniversary." "Yes I know," Missy says sighing heavily, "you think I could forget." They walk into the dark living room and Missy settles down on the couch as Ellie turns on the small lamp on the end table for light. "Ellie sweetheart can we talk about that. I mean about your daddy for just a moment. Sit here..." Missy pats the couch next to her. Ellie plops down next to her stepmother sensing that maybe this talk there about to have is important, since neither one of them talk of him much as it's just too painful. "I was wondering sweetie ahh both of us spent a bit of time alone with him that last night before he passed. When you were alone did you make him any kind of promise?" "What do you mean?" Ellie say narrowing her eyes as the memory of that weird promise she to remain pure and innocent while waiting for his return, comes back to him. "Hmm, like did he ask you to do something? Promise him something maybe." "Both actually." "Can you tell me?" "I ...well I think it's supposed to be a secret Missy." Missy looks at Ellie with those big baby blues as she says softly, "Look we are friends now, can't we share a secret or two honey. I mean I have a secret that I would like to share with you, but only if you are willing to open up to me a bit Ellie." "I want to open up to you Missy but..." Ellie pauses and then turns away shyly. She has issues with getting close to people, maybe as a result of both her mother and father dying on her while she was still young. "Maybe it would be easier if you stopped calling me Missy and starting calling me ..." Missy pauses knowing this first bridge she is about to cross is so very important. She reaches out and takes one of Ellie's soft delicate hands into hers and squeezes it tight before adding "Mom." Missy notices how Ellie almost at once stiffens when she draws her hand into hers, but doesn't try to pull back. Somewhat of a good sign anyway, she muses to herself. "I would like that. I owe it to you anyway since the way you have taken care of me so well these past few years. Like I was you own daughter." "You are my daughter honey. And just so you know. I don't care about how different we are, the difference in our skin color, I don't care all the fights we had over the years, I don't care about none of that when I think of you I think of you as my daughter, not step daughter mind you, but just my daughter. Plain and simple. I feel that close to you." "You do?" Ellie says relaxing her hand in Missy's. "Very much so. And I am hoping you could think of me as your mother without that stupid step adjective in front of it. I want to be your mother more than anything else in this world." The Wicked Stepmother Act 01 She sighs deeply and now takes Ellie's other hand also, turns her slightly on the couch so they are facing each other. "I promised your daddy that on his deathbed among other things and as I'm sure you know deathbed promises are sacred things hon." "Yes they are." Ellie says drawing her hands out of Missy's, maybe not ready to commit to be so close yet. Instead, she takes two or three small delicate sips of her wine before she says, "I made one myself and since you opened up to me about wanting to be my mom I will share with my mom." "I wish you would." "You might think it strange but my daddy asked me to...to wait for him while staying pure and innocent." "Hmm not strange at all honey. Me and your daddy had a long talk about you before he died and he... Well damn honey, I don't want to scare you honey." "Mom tell me. I have the feeling you know something. I tried to ask him why, what it meant exactly...wait for him, but he couldn't response and just sort of slipped away. I..." Ellie shakes her head unable to continue, as a tear or two escapes, trickling slowly down her pretty cheeks. Missy slowly, carefully gathers Ellie into her arms, hugging her tight. Ellie feels the warmth, the incredible undeniable warmth emitting from this woman who she considered a mortal enemy for so long, but now is warming up to more and more with every passing day; tonight maybe with every passing minute. Missy brings her mouth to Ellie's ear and begins to whisper. "Hon your daddy, we made plans so someday he could come back to you, but only if you stayed innocent and pure like he asked. Like you promised." Ellie pulls back, blinking back the tears, confused at what her stepmother is saying. "I don't understand come back what do you mean." "Come back to you. In first spirit form, and then later in flesh and blood if only for one night. Would you accept that?" "Of course Mom but..." "Shh let me explain, but first it matters none if you can't answer this question the right way. That is very truthfully." "Ok ask then." Ellie says her heart racing as this is all so weird, just like that final promise she made to him on his deathbed. "Have you been pure and innocent this last four years and even before then Ellie. Are you in fact as pure and innocent as freshly fallen snow when it comes to being with someone?" "Being with someone? You mean like sex." "Yes like sex or like just being intimate. Close physically, even just hugs or kisses with someone would ruin things." Ellie stares at her stepmother for a long moment, before answering slow, "Nothing is ruined. I have waited for him, pure and innocence just as he asked. It seemed so important to him, and like you said deathbed promises are sacred. Even before my promise there was nothing and nobody I was close to but mom and dad." "I too made the same solemn promise to him," Missy says looking at Ellie solemnly. "You did really. That is why maybe I never seen you go out on dates. Why you just work and take care of me all the time. Because..." "Exactly and now the waiting is over. He has been watching us. Seeing if we would be true to him. I can sense it, can't you? It's been four years, four longs years since you mature from a young naïve girl of 16 to the true 20 year old beauty you are now. Still naïve yes, but more beautiful than ever and you remember that is how long he asked you to wait right?" "Yes, I guess it has now that you mention it. Four years. Geez a long time. But you know, it's eerie and I thought of saying something to you but then it just seemed so silly." Ellie lowers her voice to almost a whisper as she leans toward Missy on the couch, "I really get the feeling I'm being watched when I'm getting undressed, or taking a shower, a bath...or laying out by the pool in my bikini." "Not surprising. Death is drawn to the beauty of life Ellie and you are beautiful." "Mom stop..." "Why do you have the hard time with the truth little girl." Missy says lightly brushing her hand through Ellie's hair. "Or maybe you just need to hear it from your daddy once more." "Mom stop teasing." "I'm not. We can bring him back. Bring him to us." "How." "Well we would start with a séance." "I thought that séance's were just a bunch of you know mumbo jumbo Mom. They don't really work." "That is often true, but not because they don't work in general it's because the person doing the séance is not ahh skilled enough to make it work. Now if anyone can make a séance work the way it is supposed to that would be a powerfully wicked witch maybe," Missy tells Ellie with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh well too bad we just don't have one of them laying around then." "Oh but we do dear." "Right, who?" "Me." Ellie looks at her stepmother with total disbelief as she exclaims loudly, "Get out of here, Missy...I mean Mom, you ain't no witch." "I am, a little demonstration maybe is in order." Missy tells her with a cocky smile. She waves her hand in the air and suddenly there is a small bouquet of pretty red roses in her hand, which she presents to Ellie with a flourish. "Wow that is like..." "Magic yes I know. But we have no time to go over my resume in detail honey. Do you want to contact your father and see if he will come play with us tonight on All Hallows Eve when the world of the dead is closest to ours?" "Yea a séance would be cool mom. But maybe could you show me another magic trick first." Ellie says excitedly before she takes another sip of wine, wondering if maybe she is just not drunk. "Look hon we really don't have time for me to show off, if we are going to do this we should hurry upstairs and both prepare ourselves for the séance. As we are getting ready I can show you a thing or two maybe." They both hurry upstairs Ellie, carrying her bouquet of roses that her stepmother produced out of thin air, both nervous and excited about the prospects of contacting her dead father, but even more so by her stepmother being a witch. Ellie follows Missy into the master bedroom and then into the large bathroom attached to it. Missy shuts the door quietly and then critically examines Ellie telling her a few changes are in order. "Changes what kind of changes?" "Your daddy has a bit of a perversion my dear for slutty looking little girls that still look somehow sweet and innocent. I think I can achieve that look with you." "Mom is that really necessary. I like the way I look," Ellie responds glancing at herself in the mirror. Her hair is pulled up, she has little or no makeup on, and is dressed in a pair of simple jeans with a black over-sized sweatshirt. She had been depressed tonight, on this anniversary of her daddy's death and her manner of dress had showed as such. Missy with her wonderful magic though was about to change all that. "Look Ellie time is of the essence here. All Hallows Eve is waning. You must trust me and follow my instructions to the tee without question if we want to have a chance to contact your daddy." Missy steps back and places both of her hands on Ellie's arms, looking at her seriously, before finally saying, "Can you do that for me?" "Yes." Ellie says simply, making a firm determination to go along with this, whatever this may be, as she feels somehow, someway Missy is telling her the truth about being able to contact her father. "Good here have another sip of that glorious red wine I poured you earlier, to help you relax my dear." Missy says rummaging around in the drawer for her makeup kit. "But Mom, I left my glass downstairs." "Nonsense it's right there." Missy says with a twinkle in her eye as a glass of wine, suddenly pops onto the counter top seemingly out of thin air. Ellie is about to ask what the hell, but thinks better of it as Missy gives her a dark look as she pulls her makeup kit out of the drawer and places it on the counter between them. Instead of questioning, Ellie takes several sips of the now full glass of wine as Missy goes to work fixing her up. She first undoes the hair ties that were holding Ellie's hair up. Her long black hair now falls back over her shoulders in a beautiful wave. "That is much better, your daddy doesn't like your hair being up you know. Now what else," Missy says looking at her in the mirror before adding, "Hmm I know, some blonde highlights or streaks even, would make you look a bit more slutty I would think Ellie." Missy says running her fingers through her hair. Ellie is about to comment on how they don't have time to color her hair with streaks or highlights, if time is truly of the essence tonight, when Missy runs her fingers through her hair lightly once more while chanting something in a strange language she has never heard before. Missy, sensing Ellie's curiosity, tells her the language is Old Latin. Suddenly, Ellie's dark hair is filled with soft blonde streaks that blend perfectly with her naturally beautiful ebony hair. Missy beams at Ellie in the mirror proud to be able to show off her mad witching skills for her young stepdaughter. "Now for your make up, its needs to be a bit more ahh cheap and slutty looking, don't you think Ellie. I mean you do want to look like a perfect little slut for your daddy right sweetie as that will increase the chances of him being lured to us." Ellie says yes quietly, still stunned at her stepmother's amazing powers. Missy spends the next few minutes turning her sweet little innocent looking step daughter into a tramp, as she cakes on plenty of makeup, too much probably for a girl already as pretty as Ellie, but the end result is just what Missy is hoping for. Ellie with her eye lashes now thick and black, her eye shadow a gaudy blueish color, and her lip stick a bright cocksucker red now looks both cheap and slutty. The makeup done, Missy now stares at Ellie for a long moment, seemingly turning something over in her mind. Ellie notices how her gaze seems to be pointed directly at her chest as she wonders what Missy could be thinking. "Hmm yes maybe that could work after all." Missy finally says. "Ok then I think I can remember the wording to the spell. Relax, close your eyes and in a moment you will feel a sharp pain in your chest but it won't last long. Open your eyes when I tell you." Ellie again does what she is told and closes her eyes as she faces the mirror. She hears Missy saying something again using the Old Latin, a spell of some sort she assumes. Then she does feel a sharp pain in her chest that lasts for maybe 3-4 seconds. Finally, Missy tells her to open her eyes. Ellie opens her eyes and sees something amazing. Her loose fitting sweatshirt now appears to be concealing two rather large bulges underneath it. "My God Missy are...are they real." Ellie whispers as she stares at her chest in the mirror. "Very much so. Of course they are nowhere near as large as mine, but then again I think a nice pair of 34DD's is nothing to be ashamed of." "It's...it's not." A shocked Ellie stammers. "Jesus Mom I was only a 32B before." "Yes I know hon, a very nice 32B at that but well you daddy happens to have a bit of a bit tit fetish, I mean look at me after all." "Yeah I know Mom your tits are like huge." "Are you complaining of that hon." "No not all. I like them," before she adds impulsively, the wine making her brave with her words, "A lot." "Well we will just have to see about that later on hon, wait here while I go conjure you up something nice to wear." Just a minute or so later, Missy pops her head into the bathroom telling Ellie her outfit if waiting for her in her bedroom. Missy instructs Ellie not to add or change anything to what she has picked out for her in any way, and to be sure to wear the white satin robe over her outfit, before meeting her downstairs in the living room. Ellie heads off to room curiously wondering what her magic item Missy conjured up for her to wear. She imagines, considering what she did with her makeup and how she made her small tits so much bigger, that the outfit she will be wearing will show off her new and improved tits along with being both cheap and slutty. Five minutes later, Ellie, her suspicions being proved right about what Missy conjured her up to wear, makes her way down to the living room. Missy is sitting on the couch waiting for her sipping on a glass of wine. As she makes her way over to the couch she notices the living room seems to be in the grips of a deep chill. Settling down next to her mother on the couch, Ellie pulls the pretty white satin robe tighter around her body trying to ward off the chill that has settled over the living room. Missy is wearing a satin robe herself, but hers is pure midnight black, in stark contrast to Ellie's pure white one. Ellie curiously wonders what outfit her stepmother might be wearing underneath that midnight black robe of hers. Ellie takes a big gulp from a fresh wine glass filled to the rim once more that Missy shoves in her hand as soon as she sat down next to her. Ellie is quickly developing a taste for this delicious red wine, liking the way it makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. "Are you ready to begin our séance baby girl?" "Yes." Ellie says and from this point forward things start to slowly spin out of control for the shy, innocent, 20 year old virgin. 'We shall do it right here on the couch. Here take my hands Ellie." "Mom don't we have to sit at a table or something holding hands." "Oh that is all a bunch of mumbo jumbo Hollywood movie crap honey. Trust me I can bring your daddy to this very room without all that unnecessary drama. Just follow my instructions exactly honey because I warn you dead spirits are quick to anger understand." "Yes," Ellie says feeling a quiet chill of excitement settle over her. "Your daddy will communicate, at first anyway, through me to you, and then later maybe if you are lucky he will talk to you directly. It will be like you are hearing his voice inside your head baby, or maybe he will just speak aloud, it all depends on his mood, on the atmosphere, but regardless of which we he chooses to speak to you honey this is very important if he tells you to do something you must without question do it. Will you be OK with that?" "Yes Mom. I mean no matter what you shall protect me right." "Like a mother bear protects her cubs hon. Trust me. Ready to begin?" "Yes." Missy starts chanting in Old Latin as the house is suddenly plunged into complete darkness, all except for the sudden glow from a roaring fire in the old fireplace, which had not been used for years to Ellie's knowledge, but which suddenly leaps to life. In addition, both of the candelabras that Ellie had noticed earlier, one each on the two end tables that flank either side of the couch, suddenly also come alive, their small flames dancing and giving off an eerie light. In the deathly silence of the old house only the snap, crackle and pop of wood burning in the fireplace can be heard, along with the soft chanting that is coming from Missy. Ellie looks around at the deep shadows of the living room and then back to her stepmother, who has her head back and her eyes shut as she continues to quietly chant in her creepy Old Latin. Ellie listens and waits; her heart thumping in her chest. A short minute or two later, Missy stops chanting and opens her eyes saying to Ellie, as she waits with bated breath, "He wants you to stand up sweetheart." "H-he is here Mom." Ellie quietly asks as she starts to stand up. "He is near, but not ready to show himself. He needs to test you first." "Test me..." Ellie starts to inquire what that could mean, but then falls silent when Missy gives her a stern look. "Put these on." Missy orders her, producing a tan colored shoe box from somewhere behind her. Ellie opens the shoe box, and quickly slips on the new shoes. Her heart again begins to thump wildly in her chest as Ellie sees the shoes match her overall look quite perfectly; that is they are quite slutty looking. Ellie now is wearing a pair of 6 inch spike black heel highs adorned with rows of small metallic studs. "Is he here?" She asks standing in front of her stepmother, but despite the fact she is now wearing slutty six inch heels, which should help her feel tall, instead Ellie only feels very small and vulnerable in the silent darkness of the living room. "He is right there," Missy points to one of the far dark corners of the living room. Ellie turns her head quickly, and does see what appears to be a dark shape sitting quietly. She remembers there is an old wicker chair wedged into that corner as her heart nearly explodes in her chest as she simply cannot believe what is happening. Ellie feels like running, such is her sudden fear, but a gentle touch of Missy's hand on her arm quiets her nerves. That is until Missy says to her, "If you want to lure your daddy from the shadows hon, you must take off that pretty robe of yours and show him what I picked out for his slutty little daughter to wear for tonight's festivities." Ellie, keeping in mind what Missy said earlier about obeying her, shyly tugs at the knot holding her robe shut, and then stops, looking at Missy with eyes filled with sudden fright. Despite the wine, and her mother's strict instructions for her to obey her orders, Ellie's innate shyness starts to get the better of her. Her shyness comes mainly from knowing what she is wearing underneath, and Ellie, despite being a consummate showoff at times, has never had the occasion to allow anyone to see her in her underwear before. An impatient Missy decides to take charge saying, "I know my little girl is shy about showing off what I picked out for you, but trust me I am sure it will look fantastic on your sweetie. So c'mon, be a good girl now and take your robe off for us please baby." "Ok but I ..." Ellie decides to make a small confession, "I just never let anyone see me in my underwear before Mom." "It's ok, come here a bit closer..." Missy says taking Ellie's hands into hers and guiding her over to where she stands right in front of Missy as she scoots to the edge of the couch. "If you are too shy, let me take your robe off for you." Missy now carefully reaches out and tugs at the knot of the white sash that holds her robe shut. The knot comes undone. Ellie sighs audibly as she feels her mother's warm hands slip inside the robe and up her bare arms to her shoulders, where she slowly, carefully slips the robe off of her. Ellie's gown falls off her shoulders and flutters softly to the floor, revealing the sexy white lace strapless bra and matching panty set Missy conjured up for her stepdaughter. "Come on sweetie show me the back. Please, pretty please." Missy tells her sweetly. Ellie giggles like a school girl before she does a quick twirl, revealing to her step mom just how skimpy the thong she conjured up for her is in the back. The wine, along with Missy sweet pleadings, seems to have made her forget her natural shyness, if only for a brief moment anyway. Both the bra and white lace thong panties, standing out in stark contrast to her dark skin, just as Missy knew they would, look absolutely adorable on Ellie. The father watches from his silent hideaway deep in the shadows. His cock comes even more awake seeing his gorgeous little girl in such a state of undress. The father smiles to himself relishing the idea there is life "down there" even after four long years of a cold, lonely death. Ellie blushes shyly, feeling her step mother's eyes crawling all over her, especially her chest. Curiously, she wonders just what her step mother is thinking as she stares at her young step-daughter so she goes fishing by saying sweetly, "I don't wear bras much, but I think I like this one. It's look really cute on me huh Mom," she says coyly. The Wicked Stepmother Act 01 "Oh sweetheart you look so adorable in your new underwear. I... well I hope you don't mind me saying this, but that strapless bra looks absolutely gorgeous on you hon," Missy purrs at her daughter. "I think I did really well in conjuring this up for my darling little daughter..." Missy pauses now and directs her gaze squarely on Ellie's immense tits adding, "Who from the looks of things is not so very little anymore. I am sure your daddy is more than a little impressed sweetheart." Ellie indeed hopes so as she warily looks around her. The darkness of the living room seems to be creeping closer. She moves towards the warmth and what she thinks is the protection of her stepmother as she casts yet another furtive look into that dark corner where earlier she had seen the shape sitting in the old wicker chair. Her eye catches a movement. A swirling in the shadows that seems to be forming into a shape. "Could it be him really, her daddy." Ellie wonders silently. She wants to believe, but as of yet is not fully ready to give credence that the dark shape in the shadows is her daddy. Ellie attention is drawn away from staring into the corner as her stepmother whispers to her. "Your Daddy has suggested before he comes to play with us he requires proof." "Proof of wha..." Ellie question dies on her lips as just then a soft, low voice, her daddy's voice!!, starts to whisper in her brain. Missy only smiles at her wryly sensing her daddy is speaking to her now. "Remember sweetie what daddy told you about your new stepmother. How vulnerable she is if you..." "I think I do remember Daddy." Ellie says silently to that eerie, yet unmistakable voice, of her daddy's. "Good then waste no time is showing me the proof that I need that you truly love your mommy. Be sweet and innocent yet, bold and affectionate with her Ellie. Shower her with kisses, love and mostly especially affection. Only then can I show myself." The memory comes flooding back into her brain, like it was yesterday she had the conversation with her daddy, while in reality it was years ago. The way to Missy's heart, her daddy told her one quiet evening shortly after he married Missy, after Ellie had been whining about Missy being cold, stone-hardhearted bitch, was to play the role of sweet, innocent, little girl for her. Her daddy assured Ellie that her new stepmother would eat that up and become putty in her hands. Her Daddy had confided that Missy had a deep dark secret. Years ago, when she was in her late teens, Missy had a riding accident; she was thrown from her horse, and then trampled by the horse following hers, almost killing her. But she was both young and strong, so she ended up surviving her injuries with little or no permanent damage, except for the sad reality that the doctors told her. Missy's uterus had been severely damaged and she would never be able to bear children. So if Ellie was both sweet and innocent with her, in a most sincere and heartfelt manner, it would appeal to Missy's unfulfilled motherly instincts that left such a gaping hole in her heart. Then her daddy added, "If you ever have a moment where you are alone and feeling vulnerable and scared turn to her for comfort while calling her 'Mommy' and you will find what a truly loving and sweet person your stepmother can be honey," her daddy further explained to Ellie. Well poor Ellie was certainly feeling more than a little vulnerable, and at least a tad scared, as she recalled this conversation like it was yesterday so she figures she has nothing to lose if she takes her daddy's advice, even if said advice shockingly comes from beyond the grave. When Ellie, eyes glazed over momentarily as she recalled the conversation, is quietly brought back to reality by Missy's soft touch on her bare arm she nearly jumps. "Sorry love, were you thinking of him." "Yes." "Let me guess Ellie he requires proof of our love." "Y-yes...but how did you know." "I didn't really, it was just an educated guess. I knew how it bothered him our not getting along." "Yes but we get along fine now, don't we? Now that I am older." "Yeah, you're 20 so old, so mature...right." Missy says sarcastically before turning serious and adding, "But yes we do get along better, but sadly, he has not had a chance to witness our growing fondness for each other. Now would be the time to show him, don't you think." "Yes but how?" "Hmm still cold sweetie?" Missy says noting the fact Ellie's nipples are practically poking a hole through her tight strapless bra. It's a sight that makes Missy lick her lips in quiet anticipation of what she will hope come later. "Yes very much so." "And when little girls, even little girls that are not so little any more like you at the age of 20, well regardless when they are cold they like to be..." Missy's voice has dropped to a whisper, as she looks over at the roaring fire with its large square white rug stretched out in front of it, offering a quiet invitation. "Cuddled." Ellie whispers back. "By their..." "Mommy's" Ellie says, deciding to take the leap and follow her daddy's advice, as a sly smile breaks out on Missy's face. "So go ahead and ask me sweetheart, in a louder voice, so your daddy can hear, and..." Her voice drops to a low whisper, "call me Mommy from now on. I think he would like that as I would." Ellie casts a quick glance over in the dark corner where, once again, she sees a rapid swirling in the shadows, that causes goosebumps to raise all along her bare arms. Looking back at her mother she bats her pretty eyes at her and says, using her sweetest, softest, and most innocent little girl voice, "Mommy I'm cold can we maybe go snuggle in front of the fire." "Really Ellie you want to snuggle up next to your mean old stepmother." Missy says playfully back while batting her large baby blue eyes right back at her daughter. "Yes Mommy, Please, pretty please." Missy gets up, almost smirking Ellie notes, and extends a hand to Ellie who slowly takes it. Missy leads her over to the white rug in front of the fireplace, where somehow now, more of Missy's magic Ellie supposes, there is a large blood red floor pillow sitting in the middle of the rug. Missy settles herself down against the pillow as Ellie sinks to the soft rug on her knees. The moment seems surreal to Ellie as her step mommy, the witch, gathers her quietly into her arms and snuggles her tightly. They hold each other for a moment or two, neither saying a word, as Ellie wonders what might come next. She feels Missy warm breath on her neck and then a soft whisper in her ear. "Your daddy bless his heart, never wanted nothing more than to see his two girls getting along, and as for me I wanted nothing more ever than this chance I have right now to hold you in my arms and whisper sweet nothings in your ear baby girl." "I think your baby girl would like that." Ellie whispers back, feeling Missy run her fingers through her soft dark hair. "Would she now, would she like to her how much Mommy loves her baby girl, because she truly does..." Missy accents this with a soft kiss on Ellie's ear lobe making her squirm a bit, "And how much she has always dreamed of having someone so adorably cute and cuddly like you baby Ellie to hold in her arms." "Oh Mommy I..." Ellie twists out of Missy's grasp, now sitting up on her knees so she can look Missy straight in the eye, as she continues, her voice dripping with sweetness, "Love you too, so much. And there is something else I have always wanted to tell you but I guess I have been just too shy to do so. Maybe even now." "I have the perfect cure for shyness sweetie..." Missy leans over and grabs a full glass of wine, which magically had just appeared in arms reach, "Here drink this down, all of it, and it will help loosen that shy little tongue of yours." "All of it? But Mommy..." Ellie says noting the glass is full and she is worried about getting sick. "Don't worry little girl, this is very special wine. It's so tailored so you can get really drunk off of it, but not at all sick to your stomach. It's my own special witch's brew you might say," Missy says with a laugh. "Oh well in that case," Ellie suddenly feeling a very overwhelming need to please her mommy drains the whole glass quickly. The buzz from the wine is instant, making Ellie suddenly feel very safe and secure, and not the least bit shy. In fact, she feels just the opposite; that is she feels quite bold and aggressive. "So tell me what you were going to say." "Just how beautiful you are Mommy. And that maybe you..." Ellie pauses, remembering her daddy's advice about kisses, love and affection, before adding, "Would like to share some sweet little kisses with your little girl as we cuddle." "Really sweetie you would share kisses with your mommy." "I would love to." Ellie says throwing caution to the wind. Missy smiles at her stepdaughter warmly, using her witch's instinct to glean that Ellie is not lying just to please her daddy, but instead truly means what she is saying. Missy pulls her daughter into her arms as she slips her right hand around the middle of her back, snuggling her tight. Now here in her mother's arms, half naked that chill is more acute than ever, most likely caused by Ellie still wondering just what may or may not have been lurking in the shadows of that dark corner. Could that really been her daddy. Adding to her chill is a very acute feeling that she is being watched by a pair of hungry and aggressive eyes. Or maybe the chill comes the way Missy's long, sharp fingernails are tracing soft semi circles around her shoulders and upper back, and with each passing circular movement her mother's fingers are falling lower and lower. They are soon lingering on the back of her bra strap as Missy starts to shower Ellie with the lightest and sweetest of kisses all over first one cheek and then another, whispering sweet little terms of endearment the whole time. Ellie's heart races as she feels Missy's fingers slip lightly under her where her bra fastens in the back; she starts to pull on it, twist it, seemingly testing the clasp for weakness? The young sweet Ellie is suddenly sure her stepmother is about to undo her bra as her kisses now find their way down to her vulnerable neck. The thought fills her young heart with untold excitement, along with a fair amount of dread, but then maybe a bit of disappointment soon follows as she feels Missy' hands slip away, her bra still safely done up. She is not sure if she is more disappointed or relieved at this point. Her mother's sharp finger nails trace small patterns all over Ellie's back sending chills up and down her spine. "I have dreamed of this for so long Ellie of holding you in my arms cuddling you, like you were my very own sweet little baby." "But I am your very own sweet little baby Mommy. Cold baby that is. Can I have some more of that wine as it warms me up if only for a minute?" "Of course," Missy says reaching for the glasses of wine she had moved just to the left of where they were cuddling. Both girls take a nice long sip from their respective wine glasses before Ellie shivering says, "Mommy why is it so cold in here. Isn't the heater working?" "It's cold because I cast a little coldness spell while you were upstairs hon as your daddy likes things chilly. Plus honestly I thought it would induce you to cuddle with me for warmth." Ellie is impressed with Missy casting a coldness spell just so she would be encouraged to cuddle with her. She is also quite jealous though of that black satin robe that Missy has so snugly wrapped around her body. "Aren't you cold too Mommy?" Ellie asks looking jealousy once again at Missy black satin robe before adding, "Maybe not since you still are lucky to have your robe on." "I would suggest you put your robe back on but I have a feeling that your daddy would not care so much for that idea. I think he is having a most wonderful time staring at his half naked little girl. Can't you feel his hungry eyes on you hon?" "Y-yes." Ellie says starting to shiver all the more as Missy confirms her earlier suspicions. "Maybe Mommy should let her little girl share her robe. You are small enough I think and..."Missy gets up on her knees now, while turning to face Ellie, "This robe just big enough where I could open it up and if you snuggle really tight next to me I could probably wrap it around you." "That sounds like a wonderful idea Mommy, but won't daddy get upset since you will be sorta of you know covering my body up." "Not if you show him, how much you appreciate your mommy sharing her robe with you by showering her with lots and lots of sweet little kisses." Missy says as their eyes meet and something deep and dark pass between the two girls. "I would very much show you Mommy what a warm, loving and very appreciative little girl I am if you would be so kind and let me snuggle up to you under your warm robe." "Hmm..." Missy starts to say as a mischievous smile starts to spread slowly over her face, just as she starts to tug on the thick black sash that holds her robe shut, "Maybe I should show my little girl first what mommy is wearing under her robe before she decides for sure." "Yes you should." Ellie says her curiosity growing by leaps and bounds now as to just what kind of sexy outfit her stepmother may be wearing under her midnight black robe. Ellie's eyes are fixated on her step-mother as she slowly tugs on the knotted sash. The knot comes undone. The robe starts to fall open, further and further until, much to Ellie's shock she sees her stepmother is completely naked under her robe. Ellie stares in disbelief as Missy's huge tits are exposed in all their naked glory to her hungry eyes. She has lost the power of speech as Missy sits there on her knees, holding her robe open so very invitingly to her young daughter. "Well now that you see Mommy has nothing under her robe..." Missy pauses reaches out and strokes the side of Ellie's face before adding in a soft whisper, "Do you still want to snuggle up next to her huh?" "Yes Mommy more than ever I do." Ellie says licking her lips involuntarily as her eyes become fixated on Missy's big, beautiful tits. Missy reaches out and pulls Ellie softly into her embrace, snuggling her under the robe as they fall back against the large blood red pillow. Ellie feels the satin robe being wrapped around her body as Missy brings her mouth to Ellie's ear whispering, "Now as you promised show Mommy what a sweet loving and most affectionate little girl you really are Ellie." Ellie snuggles her face up against Missy cheek and then begins to lace it with kiss after sweet kiss. Ellie feels the warmth of her step mommy's naked body pressed up against her like some kind of wicked heating pad that is simply melting her heart and her inhibitions away. Ellie pulls back slightly from Missy, first averting her eyes, before unable to resist she looks down at the two huge globes of creamy white tit flesh being pressed against her dark ebony skin. Missy tits are incredibly warm and firm against her as Ellie feels her heart racing. Ellie, with great effort tears her eyes from Missy's beautiful tits, and looks back up at her, batting her pretty dark eyes seductively at her step-mother, trying to be extra flirtatious while screwing up her courage. Her gaze finally settles deep into Missy's big blue eyes. It almost seems like those big blue eyes has cast a wicked spell over her, as she is no longer feeling any shyness whatsoever. Instead, the only thing she feels is an overwhelming desire to get lost in the beauty of her mother's hauntingly beautiful eyes, along with that wickedly delicious body. Unknown to Ellie, the wine she has so eagerly been sharing with her stepmother all night, is enchanted with a potent magical sexual narcotic that is causing Ellie to become so very horny. Missy senses the time is right. She softly slips a hand around the back of her daughter's head. She ever so slowly pulls her closer. Ellie doesn't resist, but instead allows her lips to be guided upwards to her mother's. She tilts her head to the right, closes her eyes, puckers her lips just a little as she opens her mouth slightly. The one burning thought in Ellie's mind is she is twenty years old and this will be her first real kiss so she wants it to be memorable. She prays she doesn't screw it up. "Go on tell me you love me honey, show me your love." "I do love you Mommy, so very, very much." Ellie says lost in a world of surreal pleasure. Ellie's inexperienced lips move slow, lightly brushing on Missy's much more experienced lips, before shyly pulling back. The dam is beginning to burst as Ellie brings her lips forward once more, using a feather-light pressure that only increases the growing tension between them. Missy is being extra conscious not to rush Ellie into anything, letting the young girl, for now anyway, be in control, as their lips just barely graze each other's. Their second light kiss lasts only a few seconds, but is soon followed by several more. It seems maybe both girls are playfully experimenting, trying to see just how far the other is willing to go. Ellie's hands grow restless with desire as have been stroking all over Missy's stomach, tracing light circles on it. She wants to move them up higher and begin to fondle those immense tits of her stepmother's, but as of yet she can't seem to muster the courage to do so. But even so with each passing circle Ellie's delicate young hands come closer and closer to her step mommy's tits. Much to Missy's delight, the beautiful witch sees the potent wine is finally beginning to work its magic on her young daughter, making her lose her inhibitions. But the innate shyness, in regards to sex, in Ellie is strong and powerful; a true test indeed for the equally powerful sexual narcotic that is found in this oh so special wine that Missy has been feeding her daughter all night. Missy feels Ellie's hands hesitate just below the rise of her majestic tits. Hands that Missy so desperately want to feel playing with her tits. Missy starts to get the sense that Ellie is not so much shy as she is just simply teasing her mother with this timid little act of hers. This starts to make her angry so she sends a powerful message, telepathically, to the father, "Encourage the little bitch to feel me up before I take matters into my own hands...understand!!" The father, knowing with a phrase or two of that the diabolical Old Latin his wife, could send him back to the nether regions, unsatisfied, does as she wants. Ellie hears, what can only be her daddy's soft whispered voice, floating inside her head, just as Missy suggested she might, "Let your hands go sweetheart. Let them explore." Does she dare disobey? Ellie bends to her daddy's whispered voice, bends to the will of the enchanted wine, and lets her hands go. She begins to softly slide them up and over the immense rise of her step mommy's awesome tits. Missy lets out a quiet sigh, breaking off their soft series of light kisses, whispering to Ellie, "Oh honey that feels so good." "I just could not resist anymore, your tits are just so big and beautiful Mommy, you ...you don't mind if I touch them right." Ellie says sweetly, shyly, as she innocently bats those long luxurious eyelashes at her step mommy. "Of course not sweetie as long as you don't mind if..." Missy slowly brings her lips to Ellie, as she snakes one hand around the back of her head, "Mommy kisses you like this..." Missy kisses Ellie boldly now, any pretense of innocence lost. Ellie responds in kind matching her mother kisses as her hands become increasingly aggressive playing with her mommy's big boobs—squeezing them, fondling them with utter delight.