My parents broke up a few years ago and my father remarried a bimbo part-time model named Rachel. I saw her as a conniving money hungry bitch. My fath...r is a real estate Developer and loaded. Dad is forty-five with a pot belly, Rachel for all the dislikeable qualities was a goddess. Thirty-one, 5'10 according to her modeling bio 35C-24-34. I didn't see much of the two of them until I received an unexpected invitation to move in with them. The six-bedroom house they live in is less than a mile. The most brazen thing she’d ever done was to take off her bra and press her sweater covered breasts against my back after I’d dared her. Even with that we never pursued more than a casual interest in playing, flirting and teasing. That changed after she got married again. By then her sister had become my wife. The flirting became a lot more intense with full body hugs, doors left open during dressing, invitations to talk while she showered and the occasional licking food off my finger. The lure. She smiled because she knew if she had been wearing her uniform they would all be trying to look under her skirt at her white panties and laughing amongst themselves about how much they had managed to peek at. She hoped that in her new job at the monastery she would be in the back and out of sight of such foolishness and she would be able to concentrate on her letter painting and her books. She tried not to think about the lip gloss and the eyelash shadow she had hidden in the bottom of her. "I shake my head hearing Ms. Tina. "Isn't that great Chrissie, you canhave little Amy's hand me downs. I can't wait to see you trying them allon." Great, mommy smiles at me thinking about me trying on little Amy'sold girly clothes. Now I know where both my sisters get there evilnessfrom, our mommy."Yea that's great." I say but sounding sad like I am being tortured todeath.Ms. Tina looks at mommy. "I know some kids don't like hand me downsespecially since little Amy is such a girly girl and.