FALLING FOR MY STEPDADDY

FFMSD – 19

YOLANDA

I have been contemplating whether I should go to Kyle’s house or not. I am starting to lose my mind because I haven’t heard from him for the past week. I hope he didn’t leave me because I was not able to answer his phone. I hope that there is an explanation for all of this.

“Babe, it is me again. I miss you so much. I don’t know what is going on, and I am just not sure if it is right to come to your place without my father finding out, but I really would love to see you. Uhm, I love you,”

I hang up the call that sent me straight to voicemail. This is the umpteenth time I am calling him to no avail. I just don’t know what to do.

“I knew that this was just too good to be true. Trouble in paradise already?” Thando asks, sitting next to me on the ledge of the pool with our legs dipped in the water.

I roll my eyes and prefer not to answer her.

“His older than you, Yolanda. He is my father’s boy, and do you know how my father strictly forbids his workers from being friendly with us? He probably fired him because he probably found out that you two were together,”

“You told him, didn’t you?” I face her.

“Argh, please. I don’t care about you or your stupid relationships. I care about making content for my followers, including you. But word of advice though; Kyle is more of a gangster, a player who uses girls. I hope you did not cut him the cake because that would be the worst scenario you’d ever have to go through… I am talking from experience,” She starts talking with empathy, looking at her drink. I did not even realise that she had brought one for me.

“Uhm, I did not know that you already had your virginity broken. How was it?” I ask, enthusiastically. She chuckles and slowly turns her face to me. Her eyes are glossy with tears.

“I can tell you that s*x is really nice when you have it with someone who loves you and is fully passionate about you. I did enjoy it the first few times we had it until the guy started losing interest in me, and suddenly I was not good enough for him. He called me names and blamed me for the problems we had, only to find out that he had found someone better than me, and when I broke up with him, he did not even try to fight for us… he just said “okay”. It was painful, but I am glad it happened. That man was using me to get social media likes to lure girls. I even brought him over a couple of times here, but I realised after our breakup that he was also using me for dad’s house and cars,” I gasp, not sure what to say or how to answer her.

She smiles.

“You are going to tell dad about it, won’t you?”

“Why would I, Thando? Do you think I am like you? But just imagine dad knowing about this; you wouldn’t get into trouble. He would make sure that the guy suffers the consequences and I think that would be a good thing. You do not deserve what that guy did to you, Thando,”

She chuckles, shaking her head.

“I know that you and I are no loving stepsisters, but I wouldn’t want that to happen to you either, Yolanda. Perhaps it’s good that Kyle is gone now rather than later,” She sips her drink.

Maybe she is right, but my heart wants Kyle – I want to be with Kyle. Maybe if I see him and talk to him, I will understand why he hasn’t returned to me. I know I have known Kyle for a little, but I know him enough not to go AWOL. He would never do it to me.

“I have to see him,” I say, mistakenly out loud.

“What?”

“I said I need to swim,”

“Oh, okay,”

I take a sip of my drink before I jump off the ledge into the pool, and paddle with my hands from one hand to another. It is funny how many think dark people can’t swim. Look at us, the Bennett family that can do tricks in the water, lol. But I also used to think that dark people can’t swim better than white people. This is what we South Africans laugh about every day.

Anyway, after decking my body in the water, I decide to finally get out of the pool, using the steps and allowing the water to drip down from my hair. As I head to the recliner where I left the towel and the sunscreen, I notice dad sitting on it, busy on his phone.

As much as I hate to admit it, he is f*****g hot. He is wearing navy blue slack pants and a white polo shirt with black formal shoes. With his bald black shiny head, he topped his look with his Gucci shades.

Goodness, I am staring too much, aren’t I? I think I am going to melt back in the water because it is flipping hot! It is getting hot between my thighs. I pull my lower lip between my teeth, tilting my head as I admire him. He seems so perfect.

I turn around to get back in the water, but I stop on my first staircase when Yolanda calls me. s**t, I forgot about her. Was she watching me watch her father? Am I busted for real?

“Your drink is going to get warm from the sun… should I throw it out?”

Why is Thando nice to me today?

“No, I will drink it as it is, thanks,” I say. Instead of walking around the pool to get it, I decide to swim to her instead.

“Dad is not himself, lately,” She says, lowly.

“I know, right? It is unlike him to be quiet. I heard him shouting at someone on the phone last night in his bedroom; do you think that dad is in trouble?”

“I wouldn’t say trouble, but something big is wrong… I can feel it,”

I turn my face to dad, only to catch his eyes looking right at us… or perhaps me? I look down, unable to keep up with his gaze.

Thando giggles, shaking her head.

“What?” I ask.

“How are we still sitting together in the same spot, wearing bikinis, and talking as if we are friends? I mean, we hate each other,”

I chuckle and shake my head.

“I don’t hate you, Thando, and you know I never did,”

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head.

“You were not supposed to be here. I still don’t understand why you decided to come back when you should have stayed with your father – your biological father,”

I don’t have anything to say to Thando. I no longer get hurt by her words, so I just shrug my shoulders and jump back into the pool. If I do not turn into the fish today, then I do not know.

Yes, she is hurting my feelings, but she reminds me all the time that I do not belong here, and I cannot cry each time she tells me that. She thinks for no one but herself.

After a while, I realise that dad and Thando are no longer in sight, so I get out of the water and parade to the recliner that dad was sitting on and grab the towel to cover my wet body. I sit down and apply sunscreen on my body before I lie down. I put on my shades, but then I remember that I left my phone by the ledge, so I get up to get I, and as I return, dad walks out of the house to the porch.

“Yolanda, come here,” Well, that sounds like a command.

Without questions asked, I walk up to him on the porch and the second I step closer to him, he picks me up, causing me to yelp, and pins me against the other side of the wall where nobody can see us.

“Ah, dad… please put me down,” I squeak.

“I am leaving for a few days today for business. Are you going to be a good girl?” I feel his fingers running up and down, slowly on my back before they land on my butt; I close my eyes and moan.

He lowers me to his groin and presses hard against me. My tears instantly roll out of my eyes, and I fearlessly look into his eyes and ask him to stop.

“Are you going to be a good girl for daddy while I am gone, baby girl?” He asks, firmly and his aura just feels so dominant and dark.

I nod my head vigorously.

“Say it,”

“I am going to be a good girl for you, daddy,”

“That is good. No one must touch this body. Remember the seven Bs,” He says, bringing me back to my feet, not letting go of my butt. My bikini is yellow, and the bottom of it is not full coverage, so forty percent of my butt is exposed.

“You like it when daddy touches you?” His hands roam around my behind and my thighs. My breath hitches, and somehow my eyes involuntarily shut.

“D-daddy,” I breathe out.

“Yes, talk to me, baby girl,” He whispers in my ear.

“I need to pee.” With that said, I push him off me aggressively and run into the house.

I get to my bedroom and cry. My body is trembling. I feel violated, embarrassed, and torn down by my stepfather. What he did was just so wrong, but what makes me cry mostly is that I enjoy it somehow. What does that make me?

Oh, Kyle… where are you? I do not know what I am doing... I need you.