New chapter! Hope you all enjoy! Thank you so much for all of the reviews and follows. I'm glad people are liking this story, it's so fun to write!

Another thing, I don't quite understand why people are reading this story if they have such a problem with the 10 year age gap and that. It doesn't make sense to me. If you don't like this story, just stop reading it, please.


Chapter 2- The Action Figure


One week had passed. Brittany went about her days as normal. She got up, went to work, collected her package from Mercedes, went home, made dinner, went to bed. Only one thing was different, that thing was Santana. Although Brittany had always been her step-mom, she actually had to play the part now. Instead of just cooking for her and her husband, she was now cooking for three. After showering Brittany would usually walk to her bedroom naked, but of course she couldn't do that now. Walking across the hall was too risky. Dex had warned her to be wearing clothes at all times, to which Brittany disagreed with.

Brittany walked into the grocery store at 3pm. She wasn't working, she was just collecting. "Tony's been," Mercedes said, handing the package to the woman.

"Thank you," she smiled. "Did you give him the money?"

Mercedes nodded her head. "Yeah, he said he'll be back next week. Make sure you're here on time, you know I hate having that shit around here."

"Hmm, this is some pretty good shit," Brittany said. "Anyway, it's only a little weed."

Mercedes leaned on the counter. "Why don't you just quit, Britt?" Mercedes asked, never being able to understand why her friend was into drugs. "Do you really need all of this crap? What about Santana? She's living with you now, don't you think it's a little inappropriate to be stashing drugs around the house when she's there now?"

"That's none of your business, Cedes," Brittany said calmly, opening her bag and placing the package inside. "Dex never finds it, so I don't think she would. She's not the type of person who goes around the house looking for things. At least I don't think she does."

"When you get caught, you better not drag me into it," Mercedes warned.

Brittany shook her head. "I would never do that," she said. "Besides, I'm not going to get caught. You just worry too much."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Someone has to worry with the amount you have in the house," she said. "Anyway, how are things going with Santana? Is she settling in?"

Brittany shrugged. "I don't really see her. She's always in her room or hanging out with Dex," she said, with jealously in her voice. "I'm making a habit of eating dinner in the living room."

Mercedes smiled. "Don't be jealous. You know Dex is just excited to spend time with his daughter," she said.

"Yeah, well I'm excited for the day things go back to normal," Brittany sighed. "I'll see you later," she added before leaving the grocery store and heading home.


"Britt, come in the living room," Dex shouted up the stairs. Brittany went downstairs and into the living room where she saw Santana and Dex playing a board game on the floor.

"What is it?" She asked, wanting nothing more than to go upstairs and have a nap.

"Tomorrow we're going to look at some schools that Santana might be interested in," Dex said, rolling the dice. "Would you care to join us? I'll even treat us to a burger afterwards!"

"I might be working," she lied.

"I'd really appreciate you coming with us," Santana said, turning her body to face Brittany who was leaning against the door frame. "You probably know the best schools around here, and that's what I'm looking for, the best school. Will you at least consider it?"

"I'm not really a school expert," Brittany said honestly.

Santana smiled weakly. "Maybe we could look around your old school? I might be interested in going there," she said enthusiastically.

"My old school was knocked down many years ago," Brittany said, yawning. "It was a shit school. People would fuck against the lockers and everything."

"Excuse me, do you mind?!" Dex snapped, glaring at his wife. "We don't want to hear anything like that in this house."

"Sorry," Brittany mumbled. "I guess I can come along, let me just check with Mercedes first, she might need me in the store," she added, feeling guilty for speaking around Santana in a disgusting way.

It had been hard for Brittany to act differently around her step-daughter, for some reason she always let things slip. Swearing was a huge issue, and Dex had warned her many times to refrain from using curse words. A part of Brittany knew Dex was just overreacting about things. Santana was 18, she had probably heard most curse words on a regular basis. Anna, Santana's mom, she swore a lot, so Brittany couldn't understand why Dex was making her speak differently around the girl.

If there's one thing she learned about Santana living with them for a week, it's that Dex was an excellent father, he really did make an effort. Brittany was grateful for that, him making an effort meant she didn't have to. But still, Brittany knew eventually she would have to 'make an effort' and act like a parent.

"That's great," Dex said, smiling at his wife. "We haven't had a family day out yet!"

He had to say it, and suddenly Brittany regretted her previous words. 'Family', that was a term Brittany rarely used. According to her the word 'family' meant something, which is why she didn't like the term. Family are the people you love, who are always there for you, unfortunately Brittany's family weren't around, so the word meant nothing to her, she actually hated it. Of course Dex was her family, but that was different, she introduced him as her husband, not her family. It felt weird for her to hear that word, the word she despised so much.

It was Santana's voice that pulled Brittany away from her thoughts. "Maybe we could do some more shopping?" She suggested.

"That's a great idea, there's some quirky little shops we still haven't checked out yet," Dex said.

"I'm going to bed," Brittany announced, disappointing her husband. She knew he wanted her to join in on the game they were planning, but she just wanted sleep. "I'm really tired, it's been a long day," she sighed.

"Are you okay?" Santana asked, frowning.

"Yeah," Brittany smiled. "I just need some rest."

"Okay, can we talk upstairs for a minute?" Dex asked, already standing up. Brittany nodded her head and left the living, her husband following behind. When they got into the bedroom, Brittany took off her clothes and started putting on her pyjamas. "I'm really glad you're considering joining us tomorrow," he said.

Brittany nodded her head. "I want to spend more time with you both," she said.

"Thank you. I'm so happy things are going well, I can really see you're trying to make an effort," Dex said. Brittany frowned slightly, was she really trying to make an effort? She didn't think she was. "You even apologized after talking about the whole, locker thing at school. That's progress."

"I suppose so," Brittany said, not entirely convinced.

Dex stood awkwardly in the room. "Are you sure you want to go to bed? I could always run you a bath or something," he said.

Brittany shook her head. "I'm tired, I just want to get some sleep," she said, crawling into bed and closing her eyes.

Dex walked over to the bed and tucked Brittany in, making sure she was comfortable. "Okay, if you need me I'll just be downstairs," he whispered, leaning down and kissing his wife softly on the lips. "I love you."

Brittany smiled. "I love you," she said back.


It was around 1am when Brittany woke up. She lay on her back staring up at the ceiling trying to block out the sound of her husband snoring. Eventually she got sick of hearing it, so she crawled out of bed and quietly made her way down the stairs and into the kitchen. She turned on the light and blinked a couple of times, letting her eyes adjust. She then went over to the cupboard and pulled out a bottle of vodka she had stashed away. She grabbed a glass and sat down at the kitchen table.

What would I do without you? Brittany said to the bottle of vodka in front of her. She poured herself a glass and sighed contently when she felt the vodka going down her throat. It was a taste she could never get sick of.

I sometimes wonder what life would be like without alcohol. I always come to the conclusion that it would fucking suck, she said.

Brittany poured herself a few more glasses of vodka, enjoying just sitting alone without having anyone around to control her. At 2am, Brittany had just finished another glass of vodka when she heard the front door open. Even though she was drunk, she was very much alert. She knew that Dex was in bed, so there was an intruder in her house. She placed the bottle of vodka on the table, not wanting to risk smashing it if the intruder happened to walk into the kitchen. Brittany then stood up quietly, and peeked through the door.

Her eyes widened when she saw Santana taking off her shoes and quietly attempting to climb the stairs. No way is she going to get away with this. I knew she was evil, I knew she wasn't innocent! Brittany said to herself. She opened the kitchen door and cleared her throat. "Get in the kitchen, now," she ordered.

Santana sighed. She knew she had been caught. Brittany walked back into the kitchen and sat back down at the table, helping herself to another glass of vodka. After all, she wasn't going to let her husbands daughter ruin her drinking session. No way in hell would she let that happen.

"Sit down," she said in a stern voice, pointing to the chair on the opposite side of the table. Once Santana had sat down, Brittany finished pouring herself the glass of vodka and took a sip before focusing her attention back on the young girl. "Would you like to tell me where you have been?"

Santana sat back in the chair. "I just went for a little walk," she said, running her fingers through her long dark hair. "I-I like to clear my mind, walking helps."

Brittany nodded her head. "Walking is a good way to clear your head," she agreed. "However, it's 2am and you leaving the house after midnight is not acceptable."

"I left before midnight actually," Santana mumbled, lowering her head.

Brittany took another sip of her drink, glaring at the girl. "Don't get cheeky with me, sweetheart," she said. "You must have been on a long walk, Santana. You do realize it's 2am. If you left the house before midnight then I'm sorry but-"

"I also went to see someone," Santana said quickly, closing her eyes, not wanting to see Brittany's reaction.

Brittany's eyes widened. Santana had been in town for barely a week, she didn't know people, who the hell would she go and see? "Who did you go and see?" Brittany asked, trying to stay calm.

"Just someone," Santana whispered.

"Are you a slut or something?" Brittany asked bluntly.

Santana snapped her head up, disgusted by what Brittany was suggesting. "Oh god no!" She shouted. "I never went to have- you know, sex."

"Cut the crap, Santana," Brittany said, rolling her eyes. "I was young once, okay I get it. You have needs, you feel the need to experiment, which is why you like to go and meet guys and-"

"I'm a lesbian," Santana said quickly, gulping nervously when the words left her mouth.

Brittany took another sip of her drink, trying to process the new information she had just received. "Oh," she said. "Well, I understand that you want to experiment with girls, but leaving the house late at night is extremely dangerous."

"Lima's a quiet town, it seems peaceful here, I don't think I'd be in any danger leaving-"

"Stop it," Brittany said, cutting the girl off. "Lima's a quiet town because most of us like to get drunk so during the day we're usually all hungover. On a night things are different, many drunk people walk the streets, and some can be quite dangerous."

"Brittany-"

Brittany raised her hand, silencing the girl. "Rapists, paedophiles, murderers, they all come out at night, sweetheart. Have you never watched a horror movie?"

"Please don't tell my dad," Santana begged, tears in her eyes. "It wont happen again, I-I just needed go out for a few hours."

Brittany stared at the girl, almost forgetting the vodka beside her. "Who did you go and see?" Brittany asked again.

"It doesn't matter," Santana said, shaking her head.

Brittany scrunched up her face. "If you need to leave the house late at night to meet someone, then I'm guessing this person isn't a friend of yours or something. Meeting someone at night means either two things," she said, pausing for a moment while she took a sip of her drink. "One, you're either going for a fuck, or two, you're a drug addict who needs a fix. Which one are you?"

Santana looked mortified, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I'm none of us those things!" Santana protested.

Brittany leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Right now I'm finding that really hard to believe," she said slowly.

"It's not what you think," Santana whispered.

Drugs, she's on drugs, Brittany thought to herself. This is it, this the moment I have to act like her step-mom. I just hope she doesn't freak out or anything.

Brittany stood up. "Stand up and take off your clothes," she said, feeling slightly awkward to be saying such a thing to her step-daughter.

"Excuse me?" Santana gasped, wrapping her arms around her body. "I-I think I'd rather just go to bed. I'm sorry about leaving the house, I promise it wont happen again and I swear that-"

Brittany silenced her again. "Take off your clothes, I'm going to search you," the woman said. "If you're carrying drugs, then I want to know right now. This a drug free house, you bringing that crap in here goes against our rules."

God, I sound like such a hypocrite. I have drugs stashed all over the place. Then again, I'm an adult, this is my house, I can do whatever I want, she thought to herself.

"I don't have drugs, and I'm not having sex or anything, please believe me," Santana said, distancing herself from Brittany.

"Empty your pockets," Brittany ordered, still not convinced. She remembered being 18 years old, and by god did a load of shit come out of her mouth back then.

Santana sighed, unzipping her jacket and pulling out what looked like an action figure or something. Brittany was curious about the object, she wondered why Santana had it in her pocket. Was that little thing the whole reason Santana sneaked out of the house at a ridiculous time? "What is that?" Brittany asked curiously.

Santana held it tightly to her chest, not wanting to risk anything happening to it. "It's an action figure, it's actually really rare, limited edition," she said. Brittany raised her eyebrows, gesturing for Santana to continue. "The other day I went into town and there was this really cool comic book store. I was speaking to the owner and he said if I went back later he would show me his collection and possibly negotiate on selling this one of a kind action figure."

"Did he show you anything else?" Brittany asked. The girl quickly shook her head, understanding what Brittany was trying to say. "Good. Although I'm relieved you're not a drug addict, whore, or anything else, it was still dangerous for you to leave the house."

"How?" Santana asked.

Brittany finished off her vodka and poured herself another glass. She noticed Santana's eyes watching her, but she was too drunk to care. She waited for the girl to sit back down before she continued. "You see, that man could have assaulted you or anything. You need to be aware of these things, Santana. Not everyone is good, some people are bad, and some people might expect something more from you."

"I understand," Santana said, lowering her head looking extremely guilty. "I'm sorry for sneaking out of the house, it's just- this is really rare, it's limited edition and I just couldn't say no," she tried to explain.

Brittany nodded her head. "I understand that," she said. "However, if something like that happens again, you must politely tell the man or woman that you're only willing to do business with them at a reasonable time, at a public place, do you understand?"

Santana nodded her head.

"How much did that action figure cost?" Brittany asked.

"It was $600," Santana mumbled.

Brittany almost choked on her drink. She must not have heard Santana correctly. $600 for some tiny little action figure? "Are you serious?" Brittany asked, her eyes wide. "$600 for that thing?"

"Like I said, it's extremely rare, I'm so lucky to have it," Santana said.

"Lucky?!" Brittany snapped. "Santana, that thing is $600! Whoever buys something for that much is anything but lucky, they're extremely unlucky if you ask me. Ripped off completely!" Brittany moaned. "By the way, how did you pay for it?"

"Dad gave me the money," the girl told Brittany.

Brittany frowned, crossing her arms against her chest. "Your father gave you the money? Your father give you that much money?" Santana nodded her head. "Very well, I'll be having words with him tomorrow."

"Why?" Santana asked, tilting her head to the side.

Brittany shrugged. "I just will be," she said. "Don't worry, I wont tell him about your late night adventure, as long as you promise that it wont happen again."

"I promise, I wont leave the house like that again," Santana assured her. Brittany studied her face for a moment, she looked honest.

"Hmm, okay, I believe you," Brittany said, smiling weakly. "Go on, off to bed, kiddo. It's late."

Santana nodded her head and stood up. She was about to leave the kitchen when her eyes glanced at Brittany who was having another drink. Santana cleared her throat, catching the womans attention. "Maybe you should go to bed too," Santana suggested. "It's late, and I'm sure the vodka will still be here in the morning."

Brittany closed her eyes.

"I know it's none of my business, but maybe you should...stop drinking as much," Santana said softly.

"Go to bed, Santana," Brittany said quietly.

Knowing there was nothing she could do, Santana left the kitchen and went to bed. Brittany ended up staying downstairs for another hour before quietly stumbling up the stairs and into the bedroom. She tried not to wake Dex up, but due to her drunken state, she ended up falling on top of him. Dex groaned and suddenly opened his eyes.

"Where have you been?" Dex asked.

Brittany crawled over to her side of the bed and got underneath the covers. "I just went to the bathroom," she lied. "Go back to sleep," she whispered.


A few hours later Brittany woke up with one of the worst headaches she had ever had. She groaned and crawled out of bed, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a hoody before heading to the bathroom and washing her face. She looked through the mirror and realized she looked like shit. She had dark circles under her eyes, her hair looked like a birds nest, her face was paler than ever. Brittany looked like shit.

She went downstairs and into the kitchen, panicking for a moment about whether or not the vodka bottle was still on the table. She entered the kitchen and sighed in relief when she noticed the room was spotless, thank god. Someone was making breakfast so Brittany slumped her body down in her usual chair.

A glass of water was placed in front of her. Brittany looked up to find Santana standing over her. "You must be pretty rough today," the girl said softly.

Brittany nodded her head, drinking most of the water immediately. "Where's your dad?" Brittany asked, noticing he wasn't in the bedroom when she woke up.

"He's in the living room watching the television," Santana said.

"Okay," Brittany said, yawning.

Santana finished making the breakfast and called for her dad, who was eager to eat some food. Dex sat down opposite his wife and immediately tucked into his food, commenting several times on how delicious it was. After they had finished breakfast, Santana headed upstairs to take a shower before going out for the day with her dad and Brittany.

Brittany stared at her husband for a few minutes before asking, "why did you give Santana $600?"

Dex sighed. He knew this was coming. "She wanted the money so I gave her it," he shrugged. "The money is from my personal account so you don't have to worry about anything."

"It's still $600, Dex," Brittany said, trying to get her husband to understand. "I know she's your daughter, but I don't think you should be spoiling her like that. It's an awful lot of money to give away."

"Stop it," Dex warned. "She's my daughter, if I want to spoil her, I can."

Brittany gave up. She knew she couldn't win this one, not when it was about his daughter. But still, she wasn't finished yet. "Another thing, it turns out I know nothing about your daughter."

Dex took a sip of his orange juice. "When you found out I had a daughter there was one thing you made clear," he said quickly. "You said you didn't want to know anything about her, so I didn't tell you anything about her. You can't blame me for that."

"I know. I just thought you'd tell me about how she's attracted to girls," she said.

"Yeah, she's a lesbian, that's not a problem is it?" Dex asked, raising his eyebrows.

Brittany rolled her eyes. "Of course it's not a problem, I just feel I should know things like that. I didn't want to know everything about her, but I just thought that maybe you would share that information with me."

"I shared information with you the other night," Dex said. "I told you all about how we adopted her, you didn't look interested in the slightest."

"That story was too long, it was sending me to sleep," Brittany said, yawning again.

"I don't understand you sometimes," Dex mumbled, shaking is head.


"What did you think of that school, sweetheart?" Dex asked once they got back into the car. After breakfast they had decided to go looking at schools for Santana to attend. They had already visited several schools and there wasn't a single one Santana liked. Mainly because of Brittany and her opinions.

Brittany hated the school they had just got out from. It was terrible, and once again she felt the need to say something. "That school was ridiculous, I swear I could see rat droppings."

Dex rolled his eyes. "I'm asking my daughter, not you," he said, pulling out of the parking lot.

Santana sat in the back of the car listening to the argument that was about to start.

"No, no, no!" Brittany shouted, putting her foot down. "You asked me to come along because you wanted my opinion. I'm starting to think now that I should have just stayed in the house, clearly you don't want to hear what I have to say."

"There was nothing wrong with that school, nothing at all!" He shouted back. "We're running out of schools because you're sticking your nose up to everything!"

"So, you're telling me you want your daughter to attend a school where there's rat droppings, useless teachers who haven't got a clue what they're doing," Brittany trailed off, listing a million things.

"At this rate she wont be going to any school at all!" Dex snapped, speeding down the road.

"I didn't like that school," Santana said quietly.

"Why not, sweetheart?" Dex asked, looking through the mirror so he could see his daughter. "Was it because of what Brittany said? Or did you just not like it?"

"I don't think I would fit in," Santana admitted.

"See, she doesn't like the school, stop forcing her to like things," Brittany said.

Dex sighed. "There's a private school a couple of minutes away from here," he said, shaking his head at the idea of his daughter going to a private school. "It's $5000 per semester but apparently it's the best around here."

"How much?" Brittany gasped, snapping her head towards her husband.

"It's $5000 per semester but apparently-"

"You're right, there was nothing wrong with that school we've just left. Lets just send her there," Brittany said.

"Look how quickly you've changed your mind," Dex said.

"I don't want to go to a private school," Santana said, tears in her eyes. "I just want to go to a nice school."

"We'll find you a nice school, sweetheart," Dex promised. "How about we take a little break? We can go grab some coffee or something?"

Brittany and Santana both agreed.


"What are you going to do with the action figure you bought last night?" Brittany asked, taking a sip of her hot chocolate.

Brittany and Santana were sitting at a table in a busy coffee shop in the middle of town. Dex had to run out for a few things so Brittany promised to keep Santana company. Being with Santana wasn't that bad. She was easy to talk to, she wasn't a bitch or anything, and the girl had manners. They had been talking for over 10 minutes now, and Brittany was enjoying it. Over the week she hadn't spent much time with Santana, mostly she ignored the girl. But after what had happened last night in the kitchen, the two were now talking. Brittany had a feeling she could trust the girl, she knew Dex would never find out about her little alcohol session.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I'm not sure," she said, taking a sip of her orange juice. That's something Brittany recently discovered, Santana hated coffee. "It's very special so I think I'm just going to put it on display in my bedroom."

"That sounds good," Brittany nodded. "Do you have many others?" She asked.

"Yeah," Santana smiled. "I still haven't unpacked most of them, though. They're still in the boxes."

"Is there anything else you like besides action figures?" Brittany asked.

Santana nodded her head. "I like loads of things. I know you probably think of me as a freak or something since I like to study, collect action figures and that," Santana said, pausing for a moment. "But I like loads of things. I like to think of myself as normal."

"You are normal, that's why," Brittany said.

"No, I really want to be seen as a normal girl, a real woman," she said.

Brittany frowned, not quite understanding the point Santana was trying to make. Why would anyone think she wasn't a real woman? Was there something else Brittany didn't know? "You're real, sweetie," she assured her.

"Sometimes I don't feel real," Santana admitted. Brittany wondered what she meant, so she gestured for her to continue. "Sometimes I feel...like a man."

Now Brittany was very curious. "Do you want to be a man?" She asked.

"No," Santana said quickly. "I want to be a woman."

"You are a woman," Brittany laughed.

Santana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "I have something on my body, something that would make people think differently," she said slowly.

"What do you have?" Brittany asked.

"Something different," Santana mumbled.

"Well, whatever it is, just always remember that you are a woman," Brittany said, trying to cheer the girl up a little. She noticed how sad Santana looked, and since the girl wasn't ready to open up to her, she figured she would just reassure her. "It's what's inside of you that counts. So, if you keep feeling like a man because of something different on your body, just tell yourself that you're a woman, 100%."

Santana smiled. "I will."

I hope that made sense, Brittany thought to herself.


After Dex returned from running a few errands, they went looking for suitable schools Santana could possibly attend. There was one good school, Santana seemed to like it, Brittany, however, did not. She had problems with it the minute they stepped out of the car, but she chose not to say anything, after all, she didn't want Santana going to a private school where they had to pay thousands just for her to get in. After they were finished looking, they drove home and ordered some food. Knowing she had work early in the morning, Brittany walked up the stairs at 9pm, ready to go to bed.

The woman walked down the hall and towards her bedroom, that's when she heard it. A moan. Or a grunt, or something that she hadn't heard before. She quietly tiptoed down the hall towards the sound. Soon, the moan got louder, and Brittany was intrigued. She stopped outside of the room where the noise was coming from, it was at that moment when Brittany realized she was standing outside of Santana's room.

The door was slightly open, so Brittany stepped forward to take a look. It wasn't like she was perving on her step-daughter or something, she just wanted to know what the hell that sound was.

"Holy fuck," Brittany gasped, quickly covering her mouth so she didn't alert the girl.

Santana was hunched over the bed, naked. With one hand she was holding a sock, and with the other she was tugging furiously at her...cock. Brittany's eyes widened, she remembered Santana talking about having a body part that made her question whether she was a real woman or not, but she didn't think the girl had a dick.

Brittany once knew a girl who had a dick. She went to high school with her and although Brittany thought it looked incredibly hot, others were disgusted by it. She was tortured for years, and Brittany was sure the bullying continued even when she moved state and became an adult. It was rare, so Brittany assumed she would never encounter anyone else who happened to have a dick but was also a woman.

She didn't know what to. Closing the door and walking away from the bedroom would have been the best thing to do, but she just couldn't take her eyes off it!

This doesn't make me a pervert or something, does it? Brittany asked herself.

She stared at the girl as she quickened her pace, thrusting her hips forward with urgency. Pre-cum was leaking from Santana's dick and landing on the sock she held tightly. Her breathing increased, a clear sign that she was about cum. For a second she slowed down her movements, squeezing the base of her dick and moaning loudly. She then started jerking off again, her balls hitting off the edge of the bed as she thrusted forward, hard.

Brittany stared at the dick and licked her lips, she knew it was wrong, but she felt like she couldn't miss the show, she wanted to see what happened when Santana came. it was a cute dick, Brittany thought, it wasn't huge and it wasn't small, it was normal. About 5 or 6 inches.

"Yes," Santana grunted, feeling herself about to explode. Her eyes clenched shut and her mouth dropped open, this was it, this is what Brittany had been waiting for. "Fuck yes, yes, yes!" Santana gasped, releasing her load onto the sock.

Brittany watched as the first rope of cum shot out of Santana's dick. Some cum landed on the sheets making Brittany cringe, knowing she would be washing them in the morning. She stared at Santana and watched as her cock softened. The girl let go of her cock and folded up the sock, throwing it across the room. She then fell down onto the bed, exhausted. Santana got under the covers and switched off the lamp. Brittany knew it was time to go now.

Instead of going to her bedroom and sleeping, Brittany headed back downstairs, knowing that what she just saw was enough to keep her awake all night. She felt guilty, she felt sick, twisted, perverted, she felt anything but normal. She had just watched her step-daughter masturbate, and to make things worse she actually enjoyed it.

I'm sick in the head, I need help, she's an 18 year old girl! Brittany snapped to herself.

Brittany entered the living room, her face was paler than ever. "Hey, I thought you were going to bed?" Dex asked, frowning. "If you're staying down here I can turn the Xbox off, we can watch a movie or something?" He suggested.

Brittany shook her head, slumping her body down in the arm chair. "Just play your game, I'm not bothered," she said. She couldn't concentrate on anything, she had done many things in her life but watching her step-daughter masturbate was by far the worst.

"Thanks for coming out today," Dex said, his eyes fixed on the television. "I think we make a pretty good team. I like to think I'm the soft, laid back parent, and you're the strict parent. I think that's exactly what Santana needs right now, babe."

Parent. Dex thought of Brittany as Santana's parent.

Brittany felt numb. She felt like she had just committed the biggest crime in the world. A part of her was expecting the cops to show up, arresting her for being a sick, twisted, pervert. No matter how much she tried to clear her mind, she couldn't. What she did was unspeakable. It was disgusting.

She leaned back in the armchair and closed her eyes, knowing the throbbing in her center would eventually go away.

Sooner or later.