I sigh and let my hands flop over my head, knowing I should change my panties, which are so soaked they’re beginning to get cold, and wonder if I’ll ever hear Xavier knock on the door.In the past—before Saturday, when everything changed—Xavier was never one to sweep things under the rug, always believing that communication was the most important thing. But now that I’ve come on to him, now that I’ve seduced him, all bets are off, it seems.After a while, I get up and finish my homework, watch TV on my laptop, and text Christine for hours about nothing. Xavier never knocks on my door.Around midnight, the house deathly quiet, I creep downstairs and find a plate of chicken, rice and asparagus carefully wrapped up in the fridge for me.I feel abandoned by Xavier, and sad. But at least it’s better than the apartment, I think, digging into the chicken. At least here there’s food.#Xavier #Fuck my life.For the rest of the week, I’m unable to face Hazel. I’m paralyzed by what happened,
We sit out on his back terrace, enjoying the perfect, early June weather, and his wife, Cynthia, brings out a tray of cocktails and joins us for one round. Cynthia is a sweet woman, beautiful and accomplished, a loving mother to their daughter, Sarah, and son, Robert, but I feel a little sad for her, knowing how little Bob cares for her. She’s dressed smartly, in a blouse and skirt, and her martinis are as perfect as their beautifully-appointed house. Everywhere are signs of Cynthia trying, and Bob not trying at all.After the first drink, she excuses herself, clearing the glasses and bringing two more martinis out for Bob and I before politely disappearing into the house.“She’s lovely,” I say to Bob—purposefully goading him, I think. Or at least trying to put in a word in her favour.“Hmm?” He refocuses his eyes on me. “Cynthia? Oh yeah, she’s great.” He’s blasé and indifferent.We talk about work, and his daughter’s upcoming wedding, and the other Cynthia, the one from the office.
“I’m happy to hear that, Cynthia,” I say sincerely. “To be honest, I know I can never date someone from work. So what I said in the car…I did mean it. I’m glad you’ve found love.”She blows out a breath. “Oh, it’s hardly love. He’s much older than me. Not completely available. It’s just fun for now.” She says it in that same teasing, seductive voice she used in the restaurant. ‘Daddy’s gonna have his hands full.’ My heart beats nervously in response.“I wanted to ask you… Is that something you like? Older men?” I squeeze my eyes shut, cringing at my own words. I sound like a total perv.“Yes,” she answers, her voice low and coy, without a hint of mockery at my awkward question, and it emboldens me. “I thought you knew that.”I laugh lightly. “I did sort of guess.”“Is that what really freaked you out, Xavier? The Daddy talk in the car?”I swallow. “Maybe.” My voice comes out quieter than I expected. “I just…wasn’t sure if I was going to end up putting you in an uncomfortable position.
Oh fuck. I start moving my hand faster, waves of pleasure rolling over me, my balls tightening. “She has to suck it,” I murmur, “because she made Daddy hard. She teased Daddy too much, and he got hard because she’s so beautiful and he loves her so much that it makes him feel good.”“Oh yeah,” she purrs, and somewhere in the back of my mind I wonder if she’s masturbating too.“I would have to tell her how to do it,” I continue, absorbed by my narrative. “‘Kiss it,’ I’d say. ‘It feels so good for Daddy when you kiss him there.’”“Would she like it?”“Yes.” Oh God, yes, she would like it. My cock throbs in my hand and I feel precum at the tip. It prompts me to throw back the covers and reach for the hand cream in my bedside table. “She would be a little nervous at first, but then I would tell her to suck it down in her mouth, and when she saw how much it turned me on, she’d get excited, too.”“Yeah?” Her voice is breathy. She’s definitely masturbating, I think, squeezing my cock with my
HazelKye parks in the driveway, and swings an arm over the back of my seat.“You sure you don’t want to invite me in? Looks like Daddy’s not home.”The driveway is empty. Xavier’s Jaguar is with him at his office, and his other car, the Miata, is under a tarp in the garage, as usual.For a week now, I’ve been taking the bus to school. After everything that’s happened, I guess, Xavier doesn’t feel comfortable spending all that time alone with me in the car.It had broken my heart when he’d placed cash beside my breakfast plate and said, “I’ve been thinking about it, and maybe it is time you started taking the bus to school, after all.” Then he’d patted my head awkwardly and picked up his briefcase, adding, “You need to leave in about ten minutes to get there on time,” before walking out, the front door closing smoothly behind him.Since then, I’d been taking the bus for two hours a day between Xavier’s house on Southwest Marine Drive and my high school in North Vancouver, so when Kye
“Hazel?” he mumbles, and I sense, more than see his movement from the bed. “Is everything okay?”With a click, the bedside lamp turns on, and I see Xavier squint against the light he’s not acclimated to.He’s sitting up, the covers around his waist but his chest and torso bare, and I’m struck, for a moment, at the sight of his body. His thick, defined muscles, tanned skin, and the dark hair over his chest and forearms. He’s so masculine, so strong, and noticing this gives me a kind of pride. He’s my daddy. And he’s the best daddy.It’s a childish thought, and I’m suddenly self-conscious about the fact that I’m standing in his room in my sleep shorts, holding a stuffed bunny by its ears, waking him up in the night because I need something. Because I’m scared. It’s a position I’ve been in many times before, but usually my mother was lying in the bed beside him, trying to sleep through my intrusion.This time, her side of the bed is empty.“Can I sleep with you?” I ask impulsively. I wan
Xavier it’s been a long time since I held Hazel so close. We haven’t spooned like this since she was a little girl.And she’s not one of those anymore.‘I think I’m in love with you.’ Her words play over and over in my head as I think about what I can possibly say. She can’t be in love with me, just like I can’t be in love with her. However strong the attraction may be, however real the feeling, it’s just not allowed. She’s not my biological daughter and I’m not her biological father, but still—the nature of our relationship makes us off limits to each other. There can never be anything between us.Even if there’s nothing I want more in the world than to be as close as possible to Hazel, in every conceivable way.She wriggles her ass against me, squirming in closer, and I groan as my cock stiffens. It was hopeless to think I could enjoy this kind of snuggle with her innocently, and my obvious physical response makes her giggle.“Hazel,” I say in a warning tone. “Let’s be careful here
“Let me help,” she whispers, spreading her legs and lifting her hips so that the base of my shaft is pressed against her pussy. Thank God for pyjamas or I would probably be inside her already.“No, sweetheart,” I say with finality, knowing I need to stop this and walk away. I lift myself off her and stand up, noticing her stuffed bunny shoved between the pillows. I pick him up and hand him to her. “You and Bunners get some sleep. Your daddy has to go take care of himself right now in the bathroom and I’ll be back to bed soon.”She takes the bunny and clutches it to her, looking up at me with sweet, pleading eyes. “But I want you.”She’s irresistible. I run my fingers through her hair again and bend down to kiss her softly on the lips. “You’re too young,” I say. “Maybe when you’re older.”#Hazel#I wake up in the morning after a deep, dreamless sleep, briefly unsure of where I am. I’m incredibly comfortable—cocooned in some warm, soft, but unfamiliar nest. It’s the sound of a shower
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- Everly I drop down onto him, letting every thick, throbbing inch of his cock plunge inside of me. I cry out when I feel him so deep inside, grinding into me as my legs clench around his waist. The gentle waves undulate around us, making us bob slightly with their motion. Jaxon slides me up his beautiful cock, teasing me with just the head inside, before he lets me sink right back down.His mouth drops to my neck, kissing and sucking and biting me softly as he starts to drive his big dick in and out of my quivering pussy. His mouth moves even lower, and when he uses his teeth to pull my bikini top away from one breast, exposing my pink, hardening nipple, I moan loudly.“Oh fuck, Jaxon,” I cling to him, letting the waves and his powerful arms bob me up and down every inch of him, feeling him grind deep inside. His mouth wraps around my nipple, his tongue teasing it and making me gasp as I hug him tightly and let the pleasure rolls through me.The setting sun catches sharply and glit
- EverlyWater teases over my feet, and I look up from my paperback to realize the tide has come in much more than I thought. I smile, letting the late afternoon sun warm my skin as it starts to set over the gorgeous big Pacific Ocean. My toes curl in the sand, and I breathe in the fresh air and sunshine.Suddenly, hands grab me from behind, and I shriek as my heart jumps into my throat before I hear that chuckle behind me“You dick!” I gasp, shaking my head at Jaxon — in just a perfectly fitting black bathing suit — as he plops down on the sand behind me. He grins that insanely gorgeous smile at me, sending a throb of heat into my core that takes my breath away. I try and slap at his chest for scaring me, but he just chuckles and wraps his arms around me, pulling me tight against him.“Someone lose track of time?”I nod. “Yeah. It’s a really good book.”“Learning anything good?”“Yeah, actually.”“Well, I hear the Kama Sutra is full of—”He laughs as I wriggle around and tackle him,
JaxonKen was still at the office, and I knew Catherine was at her usual “yoga” appointment, which just meant guzzling wine with her friends and getting trashed before two in the afternoon.Good. If either of them had been there, I’d have still gone through with the plan, but something told me it’d be easier for Everly if they weren’t. Plus, them not being here meant I could make her scream as loud as I wanted.She jumped into my arms the second we crossed the front door, and I groaned as my hands cupped her ass and lifted her into me. Her long legs wrapped tight around my waist, and our lips locked as I slammed the door shut and carried her up the stairs.We hurried into her bedroom, stumbling across the floor moaning into each other’s mouths before I tossed her on the bed. I grinned as I took a second to look around at her room — so pink and innocent, but so her. Pictures from magazines, and stupid celebrity crushes, and horoscopes tacked up everywhere. Posters from bands she loved,
He growled in frustration as I pulled away from him, but when I turned around and bent over his lap with my ass up in the air, his eyes burned fiercely. I took his hand, pulled a finger into my mouth and sucked it clean.“Fuck, Everly,” Jaxon groaned, his jaw grinding as he watched me be such a bad girl for him. I tugged his arm over, pushing his hand onto my back and pushing it further back, until he got the idea. His hand slid over my ass, grabbing it possessively as my fingers found his zipper.“You dirty fucking girl,” he groaned as I slipped my hand inside and curled it around his thickening cock. His own hand slid down over my ass, his fingers finding my pussy from behind like he had back in his office.“Says the man playing with his step-sister’s pussy,” I purred right back. Jaxon chuckled deeply, but when I pulled his cock free of his pants, he groaned.God he was so big. My jaw dropped seeing him again this close, stroking him slowly. I pumped my hand up and down his big cock
Yeah, we had to get out of there right the fuck then. I’d pushed it, fucking Everly across my desk with the damn office outside. If we stayed here, I couldn’t be sure things wouldn’t go past keeping it quiet. And besides that, when I took her again, I wanted soft sheets at her back, and pillows all around her. I’d fucked her hard and rough like she wanted me to, and how I damn well wanted to fuck her too.But the next time? The next time, I’d make her feel like the fucking princess she was.I ran my finger up over her slick, sticky pussy, making her gasp as she turned, her eyes wide as she grinned at me.“We need to go, now,” I growled.“Right now?” she whispered looking a little crestfallen. “I was hoping—”“If we do this again in here, I can’t promise the whole fucking office won’t hear you by the time I’m done with you.”She blushed bright red, but she still had that crestfallen look on her face. And slowly, I got it.“Everly,” I groaned, pulling her close and kissing her. “You thi
I growled, grabbing her hair and making her cry out as my teeth sank into her neck. My hand covered hers gripping my cock, stroking my shaft and letting the thick swollen head brush over her sticky wet lips.Everly moaned, rocking her hips toward me like she might coax me to slip inside. I mean fuck, she was so fucking wet I could have. I could have just grabbed her hips, lined up, and driven every fucking inch inside of her to the hilt. But I wasn’t going to hurt her. I wanted her, yes. And I sure as hell wanted to make her scream and fuck her exactly like she wanted me to.But I wasn’t going to hurt her.Not when I took the one thing she couldn’t give twice — the one thing that I knew made me the luckiest fucking man on earth to get to have.Instead, I eased against her lips, letting them kiss over my crown as I slipped just inside. She hissed, biting her lip, and I pushed even more inside, feeling the resistance there.“This will only hurt a second, love,” I whispered.I eased in,
JaxonMy blood ran like fire in my veins, every muscle in my body tensing as I dragged my tongue over her clit again and again. And when Everly came against my mouth, her tight, small body bucking against my lips as she squealed in pleasure, I swear I could have come right there.My cock ached for more of her, throbbing harder and thicker than it’d ever been as I felt her sweet sticky juices drip down my chin. She shuddered against me, her sweet pussy quivering against my lips.I’d just made Everly come on my tongue. My eighteen-year-old, untouched, off limits step-sister. Oh, I knew no other man had ever gotten to her. For one, because I’d been watching for it, and for two, I knew it just by the way she walked. I knew from the way her hips moved that she’d never had a man spreading these pretty thighs wide and giving her every inch of his cock.But I would.Her hands pulled me up, and when I kissed her, pressing hot against her body, she whimpered into my mouth. Her tongue teased ove
Like they had a mind of their own, my hands slid the rest of the way down my thighs. And when my fingers brushed over my slick, aching pussy, the cry tumbled from my lips. You’d have thought I’d have my eyes squeezed shut or something, but somehow, they stayed open — open and locked on Jaxon as my fingers teased over my slit.I ran two fingers through my wet, puffy lips, dragging the sticky wetness up. And when they rolled over my clit, I cried out, my body arching as the pleasure exploded through me.“Just like that, princess,” Jaxon groaned. His hand closed around the huge bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through them as he watched me. “Play with that clit, Everly. Play with that pretty pussy for me.”I whimpered, rubbing my fingers over my clit and panting as he watched me and stroked his cock through his pants. I couldn’t believe I was actually doing what I was doing, but I knew I never wanted to stop. I pushed my fingers lower, and when I slid one deep inside my slick, tight