My Horny Stepmom Turns Me into Her Vampire Slave

Chapter 224: B - Naomi’s relatives are definitely... interesting

It’s only a little after nine in the morning. Naomi still seems a little out of it from the weed and alcohol, so I don’t feel right going back to school and leaving her alone. And Kimberly has absolutely no intention of leaving my side for even a second.

Not even when Naomi and I suddenly start making out every now and then without warning does Kimberly give us any space.

I’d hoped making her feel like a third wheel would get her to back off for at least a couple of hours, but by now it’s obvious she’s become my shadow.

"Oh, Axel, would you like to come over to my place later? There’s someone I’d really like you to meet," Naomi says.

"I hope this ’someone’ isn’t your new boyfriend..."

"Quit talking bullshit! They’re relatives of mine who moved in with me temporarily because of... uh, let’s just say family problems. They only got here last night, but since we weren’t talking anymore until recently, there was no way you could’ve known."

Actually, I already knew. She’d told Tyler while I was eavesdropping on their phone call from outside the bathroom door. But I definitely don’t want to come across as a stalker.

"So, how about we head over to my place now? I’m sure they’d be thrilled to meet you," Naomi adds. "And of course, you’re invited too, Kimberly."

Kimberly politely turns down the invitation without giving a real reason, brushing it off with some vague excuse about having something important to take care of soon.

Even so, I’m sure it’s just an excuse. She’ll probably stay nearby, ready to pounce on me again the second I step outside.

And to think that not too long ago, I would’ve given a million dollars to spend every single day with her. Now I can’t shake her off for even a second...

As soon as we get to Naomi’s place, Kimberly says a quick goodbye and leaves — but not before giving me a warning look and whispering in my ear, "I really do have something important to take care of for a while, so I won’t be able to keep an eye on you. Don’t you dare betray the trust I’m putting in you."

Fuck... what exactly does she expect me to do? Slaughter Naomi’s relatives?! Come on, she should know by now—I’m a good guy... for a vampire!

"I’m really glad you agreed to meet them. They just moved here, so they barely know anyone yet. They’ve been spending most of their time cooped up inside, and I feel bad for them, especially since they seemed so excited about spending some time in New York at first. They’re both really kind and fun to be around — I’m sure you’re going to love them!" Naomi says as she heads up the stairs to her apartment.

To be honest, the idea of meeting Naomi’s relatives who came all the way here doesn’t excite me that much. I only agreed out of politeness and because I didn’t want to risk ruining our newly rebuilt friendship.

But the moment I step through the front door... well, I have to admit I’m glad I came after all, considering they’re her aunt and cousin.

Naomi doesn’t waste any time and immediately introduces us.

Her aunt’s name is Britney Everwyn — Naomi’s dad’s sister. She’s thirty-five and... holy shit, she’s literally Naomi from the future! Seriously, I’m not even kidding. They look almost exactly alike!

Same punk-rock style — the only difference is that Britney dyes her hair blue instead of green like Naomi. They talk the same, move the same, and she looks like Naomi’s older twin.

Her cousin’s name is Melania Narkhalis... what kind of last name is that? I’ve never heard it before.

She’s twelve and... damn, she’s the complete opposite of her mom!

She has long, straight brown hair tied into a ponytail, with a cute pink strand falling over one eye.

She’s dressed like a trendy city girl — shorts, sneakers, a flat-brim cap, and a cropped T-shirt that shows off her belly button.

I guess that’s the kind of outfit that’s popular with kids these days.

It’s pretty obvious why my mood changed so fast.

One look at them was all it took for me to go from annoyed to genuinely excited about meeting Naomi’s relatives.

Don’t get me wrong — of course I’m mostly happy because I got to meet Britney.

Since she’s basically the spitting image of Naomi, she naturally makes me want to fuck her just as much... maybe even more, considering she’s twice her niece’s age.

It’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to keep the beast between my legs under control, if only out of respect for her.

And on top of that, she’s not just a MILF — she’s a single MILF!

Naomi told me Melania’s real father abandoned them not long after she was born, disappearing without a trace. Ever since then, Britney has raised Melania on her own, not only as her mother but also as the family’s sole breadwinner.

But after she lost her job and got evicted from their apartment in Philadelphia, Naomi’s family was more than happy to take them in until Britney finds a new job.

Sure, I said I was mostly excited about meeting Britney... but I’d be lying if I said Melania left me completely indifferent.

She’s only twelve, but her body is unbelievably more mature than that of any other girl her age.

Her breasts are impressively full, pushing against the neckline of her T-shirt enough to almost reach the tip of her nose whenever she looks down.

Even her face doesn’t match her age at all. If I didn’t know better, I’d guess she was at least three or four years older. God, just looking at her makes my wrists tingle. If I’d run into her by chance and she’d told me she was my age, I would’ve fucked her without a second thought.

"So you’re the famous Axel Lustsilk? It’s finally a pleasure to meet you in person," Britney says with genuine enthusiasm, shaking my hand. "You know, Naomi has talked about you a lot over the past few years, and she’s never had a single bad thing to say. I’m really happy my niece has such a great guy like you as her best friend. Although, from the way she talks about you... I can’t help but think there’s something more than friendship going on between you two..."

"Oh, come on, Auntie — stop embarrassing me! If you keep this up, I swear I’m never confiding in you again!" Naomi grumbles, her face bright red.

"You’re a beautiful girl, he’s a handsome guy, and from everything you’ve told me, you two get along incredibly well. I don’t see anything strange about something blooming between you. Don’t you agree, Axel?" Britney says, giving me a wink.

Ah, so she’s the classic nosy aunt who pesters Naomi at every family gathering with the usual questions like, "So, have you found yourself a boyfriend yet?"

Well... I wonder what Naomi’s been telling her about me to make Britney think I like her niece. More importantly... she just called me handsome.

Now that’s a very promising start.

"You’re right, Britney. Naomi and I aren’t just friends — she’s the girl I love more than anyone else in the world. At this rate, we’ll be getting married before long and having lots of kids," I reply with a cocky grin, wrapping an arm around Naomi’s shoulders and pulling her close.

It’s just my way of embarrassing her even more, even though I’ve never been more honest in my life.

Naomi really is the girl I love more than anyone else. Obviously Veronica doesn’t count — I’m talking about girls, not women.

"A-Axel, please don’t start too! You’re already making me regret introducing you to them!" Naomi stammers, turning redder by the second.

If she could, she’d probably sink straight into the floor, while Britney and I burst into loud laughter, exchanging a knowing glance.

Britney and I just click — it only took a minute of talking to figure that out. Then again, considering she’s practically an exact copy of the Naomi I love, both in looks and personality, I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

I hope Britney stays here for as long as possible — I’m dying to have some incredible sex with her!

"Anyway, I’m happy to meet you too," Melania adds in a bored tone, keeping a bit of distance from the rest of us.

I just give her a casual nod.

Not because I actually don’t care about her. Quite the opposite. I just don’t want to make it too obvious.

Still, something catches my attention, even though my eyes are mostly glued to Britney’s cleavage peeking out from beneath her leather jacket. It’s not especially big, but it’s firm and perfectly shaped — just like Naomi’s.

It’s the faint smile Melania gives during her short, lazy introduction.

It’s... strange. Really strange.

It isn’t a happy smile, and there’s nothing teasing or mischievous about it.

More than anything, the only word I can think of to describe it is... unsettling.

But it disappears so quickly that maybe I just imagined it.