I Want My Stepfather(2)
1060 Words
TRACY
The clatter sound filled the kitchen as I arranged the flowery ceramic plates, one by one, into the dish rack. The sponge squelched as pressed, the water dripping down my palm.
Then I heard footsteps, heavy and familiar thuds. My heartbeats skipped, and my chest tightened. My fingers clenched around the sponge as my body twitched with instant heat.
He stomped into the kitchen, opened the freezer, pulled out a bottle of water, and twisted water. The crack of plastic bottle water, and brought it to my lips.
My eyes followed his every movement. The way his throat bobbed as he gulped down the water. The way his fingers clenched at the bottle, and I couldn’t just get the image of that night of my head.
How his fingers wrapped his d**k, his hot sperm shooting out. Tendrils of thrills shot through my body, and I felt my body tuck into itself in a pleasurable way.
Three days had slipped by since the incident, and I caught myself staring at him whenever we were in the same space, whenever he would wash his car in just his briefs. My eyes would linger on his toned legs, his well-sculpted chest, the form of his ass, and the bulge in his pants. And slowly I began to see what my mother could see.
Then he dropped the bottle of water back in the freezer. “Is dinner ready?” His voice brushed against my ears.
I gulped hard and nodded. “Yeah…” I fiddled with my wet fingers. “Yeah. I’m just waiting for Mom to come and dish the food.”
He didn’t reply, he just stood there. My stomach clenched as I noticed his eyes hovering around my features.
My gaze skittered around, sweeping across the dining table, the counter that held the electric jug and coffee maker swept anywhere but him.
“You alright?” My step-father asked as he lowered his voice.
My legs tightened as hot heat crawled up my thighs. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
He watched me a second longer then he left.
A few minutes later, my mother walked in, her steps light against the floorboard. She glanced over her shoulder to be very sure he was gone.
“Is dinner ready?” She drew closer, the sharp smell of medication clinging to her robes.
I nodded. “Yes.”
Her gaze lingered on me before she began dishing the rice onto the plate. “Tomorrow’s Friday.” Another scoop of rice. “Have you made your decision?”
My cheeks heated, and my stomach twisted. “I’ve thought about it,” I said slowly, “and… yeah I’ll do it.”
There was revulsion like that day. Rather, what coiled on my chest was something thicker. Heavier. Anticipation. Want, maybe. For the past few days, I had dreamt of My stepfather f*****g me, making me wake up, drenched in my juice every morning.
“Good, tomorrow, I’ll leave with Timmy.” She glanced at me. “You’ll have the house.”
My mother pulled me into a tight hug, patting the back of my head. “Thank you,” she whispered, “I’ll make it up to you somehow.”
And guilt slid in because I was no longer this for her. Not really. I wanted this. I ached for this, and that only made me feel worse.
We plate the food together. My step father returned and sat across from me at the table, his shoulders wide.
As we ate, I watched him. I couldn’t stop watching. I felt a twinge in clit, and my cunt began to drip, smearing my panties.
I shot up, my chair creaking against the floor. “I think I’ll head to bed.” I picked up my plate, tossed it into the sink, and left the dining room.
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The next day, the sun hung low, dipping into the horizon, casting its orange hue on the furniture in my room.
My mother stood across from me. “Nathan would be coming home in the next three, four hours,” she said, “cook his favorite food, make the house nice.”
I nodded.
My mother hesitated. “Also wear something different. Something sexy.” She paused. “Follow me.”
She led me into her room and pulled out something from her closet. A silk nightgown. Red and short. So short it felt scandalous in my hands.
“I used to wear this when I wanted to f**k him.” She shot a half smile.
My mother had always been a vulgar woman. She never coated things. She always made loud noises when they f****d. I would sometimes stand by the door of the room I was never allowed to enter, not even to clean, listening to their moans and grunts, denying how much it enticed me.
“You know how to give a man a head?” She questioned.
I was stunned into silence as I couldn’t believe the words that left her lips.
My mother returned to her closet and took out a dildo, my eyes widened. And breath tangled in my lungs.
She handed it to me, and hesitantly, I reached for it.
My mother smiled. “Practice with it.”
Something flickered in her eyes. Something serious and her gaze darkened. “Also Nathan has a particular…taste,” she said, “kink.”
My brows knitted together and my body leaned in. “What kind of kink?”
My mother shook her head. “It’s not something I can explain. It’s not dangerous, just intense.”
My face crumpled as I scrambled my mind in search of the answer. Did this have something to do with what was behind the door?
“But, don’t be scared, it's a good kind of pain.” My mother leaned in and kissed my head. “I trust you, you’ll be fine.”
We both left her room and headed to the sitting room. Timmy, my half-brother who was six years old, was sitting on the couch playing with his toy plane.
My mother picked him up and hoisted him on her hips. “We will be back tomorrow.”
The door closed behind her, leaving me with the silence, and slow rising heartbeat in my chest, knowing I had to seduce my step-father.
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