Still being a minor, i had found her online. With less than caring foster parents, my new step dad had gained guardianship of me. I was back in my fam...ily. I ran to the for and rang the bell as she pulled away. Suddenly something warm in me blossomed. Between my legs there was a soft familiar burning and i could feel my clit pulsing.Daddy's friend Marty opened the door and i smiled. "Hi, is Ed here?" The friend moved aside and let me in pointing to the living room."To the right."I creeped. If I’d been shocked, Hillary was flabbergasted by the slap and the tone in which Becky spoke next, “You have been bad Peter.”“I have Rebecca, I’m sorry,” I said using her full name. Despite the apology, she slapped across the tip of my penis again, triggering another yelp of sexually charged pain. “Take your trousers off,” Becky said, standing back from me, so Hillary could get a clear look of my reasonably fit legs and buttocks. I spared a glance towards Hillary, who’s posture betrayed how. But you forget how young and naive I was. It was only now, as I lay, in bed, that I considered the implications of my comment. “Shit, is that what she thought?” I really think I was just slagging her with no ulterior motive. But now I had to consider this possibility. I knew that she would never allow it, but I started to get a hard on. My mother is a very attractive woman. Not nearly as fine looking as Anne or my cousin Vicky. She was about as pretty as Eve, Anne's sister. Oh God, my life had. I knew I had drunk too much, but I didn't feel at all like I had a hangover. I scanned the room without getting out of bed. Maybe that was it. It looked like I was in the wrong room. This wasn't the hotel room that Al and I were sharing. It looked like the same wallpaper and décor, but it definitely wasn't the same room.Had I wandered into the wrong room by mistake in a drunken haze and passed out? That was a definite possibility. I tried to replay the events of last night, especially the end.I.