Xavier After Her Bath, Hazel teeters out of the bathroom to get dressed, flushed and dizzy as if she’s drunk on pleasure, while I drain the tub and gather up her discarded clothes on the floor. I take a moment to look at myself in the mirror and drag my hands through my hair. I’m rock fucking hard and I have no idea what to do with myself. I can’t keep jerking off in the bathroom…can I? How long can this go on for?When I step out of the bathroom into the bedroom, I’m in for a shock. Hazel is in front of the full-length mirror, admiring herself in a sheer babydoll slip.It’s Melanie’s bridal lingerie.She must have found it in my drawer. I keep it stashed away there with the panties I took away from Hazel—strange and emotionally-loaded mementos of my wife; of her daughter. Melanie only wore this particular item once, on our wedding night, but it evokes powerful memories for me. The incredibly loving, intense sex we had that night. The awe and wonder I felt at knowing that this woman
My hard shaft presses painfully against the fly of my pants, against Hazel. I want to unzip my pants and feel the wet readiness of her against me, let her squirm against the bare flesh of my cock before I slide it into her and take her right here, like this, on Daddy’s lap in front of the mirror.The ferocity of my desire shocks me. At the very edges of my consciousness is a cold, sobering awareness that I’ve gone too far; that I need to come back from the brink. But I push it back down.“Stand up,” I rasp. “And get down on your knees in front of me.”She does as she’s told and lowers herself to her knees, looking up at me with naughty innocence.She knows how to do this, I think, remembering her and Kye in the basement.“Now you’re going to do something for me.” I unbutton my pants, lowering them with my boxers, just enough to get my cock free, and then I grip my shaft with one hand. Hazel’s eyes are wide. Wonder…and fear, I think. I know I’m a big guy. I’ve seen this look on women’s
Her breathing is heavy, ragged with the effort of trying to breathe around my cock, and soon she makes a gagging noise, her breath sputtering as she struggles to regain control.“Good,” I cajole her. “Good girl. Keep working my dick like that. Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this for, Hazel. How long I’ve wanted to feed you my cock like this. You’re making me feel so good. Oh, sweetie, that’s so fucking good.”She makes a strangled sound, partially a noise of assent, partially a gag, and I look down at the impossible sight of my cock going in and out of my little girl’s mouth before looking back up at the mirror again. Hazel’s feet are curled under her, toes inward, and her ass is bobbing up and down above her heels, the frilly underpants on full display now, the little nightie covering nothing. I hold her head a little firmer, thrusting a little bit harder, and then look down at her again to see that she has her eyes closed.I want to see her looking up at me, see her
Xavier It’s Almost Seven A.m. when I wake up, the latest I’ve slept in since Melanie and I last went on vacation—whenever that was.The blinds aren’t drawn, and the sun is full in my face. Beside me, my flame-haired girl is curled up on her side, her butt against my crotch, and I’m already hard for her.I kiss her ear and wrap my arm around her to pull her in closer. She squirms against me like a kitten, making a small mewling sound as she wriggles herself in.Not for the first time, I fight back powerful thoughts about what it would be like to be inside of her, to fuck my little stepdaughter, and soon I’m grinding my full erection against her. She presses back harder against me, sleepy but willing, and with a great effort of will, I force myself to roll over and sit up.I’m in a permanent state of breathless need, but, for the first time in a long time, I realize, I’m happy. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. As I head downstairs to make coffee, I catch myself
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bob eyeing Cynthia with a hungry gleam. There’s a taut, ready energy to him that I can just sense, as if he’s fixing to jump on her. She uncaps her bottle and watches us back with a half-smile.“Well,” I say, hoisting my mug. “Back at ‘er, I guess. See you both later.”Cynthia smiles at me, but Bob doesn’t take his eyes off her.***When I pull up to the school that afternoon, Hazel is waiting by herself on a bench near the curb. I’m pleased to see she’s alone—pleased especially that there’s no sign of Kye. Her hair is in the two neat braids I set it in this morning, and she’s the agonizing picture of innocence: white knee socks, black shoes, plaid skirt and white blouse. She’s the quintessential innocent schoolgirl. Her face lights up when she sees me, crystal blue eyes shining, and her uncomplicated joy, her pure love for me, makes me feel raw, tender, and sensitive.When she gets into the car, I lean over and kiss her cheek, inhaling the cotton ca
Hi Xavi- can you call me at this number pls?I don’t know if this is still your # I assume it isI need to talk to uI’ll try your office # tooBest friends with Susie from your office now lol!! She’s greatBut call me if u get a chanceThe fact that she called my office and spoke to Susie makes me nervous. Susie’s my very chatty Admin Assistant. I wonder what information Melanie could be looking for that Susie might have given her.Dropping the phone back into my pocket, I realize I have no energy for making dinner.“Sweetie,” I call out to Hazel. “I’m going to order pizza for dinner.”“Yay!” she calls out from the dining room table, flashing me a bright smile.I open my own computer at the dining room table as we wait for the pizza to arrive, trying to hide my distracted thoughts behind the screen. I’m not sure if I should tell Hazel about the texts. Does she worry about her mother? Would she want to know that Mel reached out to me? Or would she wonder why Mel hadn’t reached out to
She grins broadly and stretches out her arms to me. “I’m back, baby!”“No.” I shake my head. “No. I filed for divorce. There’s no back. You’re in my house.”She tilts her head patiently, as if I’m being unreasonable. “Xavi, we’re not divorced yet. This is my house.”Damn this woman. It’s been two minutes and already I want to punch a hole in the wall.“Yes,” I bite out. “We’re not divorced because my lawyer couldn’t find you to serve the papers. You’ve been missing for two months. What the hell are you playing at?”She casts a meaningful look at Hazel lingering in the hallway and then says in a theatrical whisper, “Could we have a moment alone? To talk?”The last thing I want to do is succumb to any of her demands, but I would also prefer to spare Hazel hearing whatever it is her mother might have to say. My jaw gripping with tension, I nod towards the doorway to the basement stairs.“We can talk downstairs. Honey,” I turn to Hazel. “Your mom and I are going to have a quick chat in pr
“Of course I do! She’s my daughter.” For a moment, I almost believe her. For a moment, I’m almost relieved to think that she might actually love Hazel after all.“But I’ve been going through a lot,” she continues, and the illusion shatters. Melanie doesn’t care about anybody but herself. “I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m doing the work, you know? I’m figuring a lot of stuff out. Stuff that I wish I could have figured out a long time ago, so that I never would have hurt you the way I did. I wish, I mean…I wish I could undo those things, Xavi I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”I don’t say anything. Months ago, I wanted to hear those exact words more than anything. Despite everything that had happened, shortly after Melanie left, all I wanted was for her to come back. I had delusional notions about how we could rescue our relationship, how the cheating would stop if I could just understand her better, if I could just love her harder.But eventually I realized that life without Mel
“Of course,” I answer quietly.“Please!” adds Melanie. “It’s good vibes only at this table. We don’t need your mopey energy.”I keep an eye on Hazel as she climbs the stairs, wondering if letting her mother stay here is the best thing for her after all. Melanie was never a great parent to Hazel, but it seems like since she’s come back she’s worse. She ignores Hazel or treats her as an unwelcome stranger. It’s as if the minute Hazel turned eighteen—or rather, shortly before she turned eighteen, when she decided to leave her and go to New Mexico—Melanie just washed her hands of her daughter.Downstairs on the sectional after dinner, I toss and turn. I spent as much time cleaning the kitchen after dinner as I could tolerate, Melanie drinking wine and yapping at me the entire time. When I couldn’t take it anymore I told her I was going to bed and she gave an exaggerated pout.“I thought we could talk, Xavi About things.”“About money, you mean,” I’d responded bitterly. “You’re not getting
For a terrifying moment, I think it’s an accusation, but then I see the imploring look on her face, and understand the innocence of the question. It’s just Melanie performing jealousy to try to get her own way. She could care less if there’s someone else sharing my bed.“Maybe there is,” I tease. “This isn’t like before, Mel. I’m done.”She tilts her head and traces a finger over her shoulder, deliberately drawing the other strap of her tank top down. Her breasts, still full and round without a bra on, are temptingly obvious under the skimpy shirt. “How about a final hurrah, then? For old time’s sake?”“No. I said I’m done. Go back downstairs.”She pouts, rolling her head back in frustration. The gesture is so like Hazel it makes me ache for her. Then she flounces back over to the bed and throws herself down on the unoccupied side. Her side.“I can’t sleep downstairs, Xavi It’s too quiet. And you’re going to wake me up when you start using all that heavy gym equipment. Can’t I just sl
Her voice is a warm, honeyed purr, and in the pale light filtering through the curtains I can just make out to her long, wild curls.“Baby,” I respond, grateful and relieved.She giggles and climbs onto the bed, straddling me in the darkness, and I reach for her legs, finding the firm, muscled flesh of bare thighs and running my hands up towards her hips. She feels good. The heat and pressure of her body against mine makes my cock thicken.“Mm,” she murmurs, rolling her hips against me and trailing her fingers down my arms. Her forwardness surprises me. Hazel’s usually a bit more shy, but I like it. After the stress of the evening, I need her touch, need her closeness.“Sweetheart,” I groan, squeezing my eyes closed and lifting my hips up against her. The pressure of her body, and the friction of the covers as they slide against the underside of my hard cock makes me shiver. I slide my fingers further up her thigh, underneath flimsy fabric, until I’m cupping her bare ass. I dig my fin
Dinner is predictably awful. Xavier sets the pizza box on the table with three plates and opens a beer. It doesn’t escape my notice that he doesn’t offer Melanie one.We sit in our usual spots: Xavier and I across from each other, and Melanie at the head, and the mood around the table is disjointed and weird. There’s a heavy energy between Xavier and I. We’re stilted and silent. But Melanie is completely indifferent. She’s positively incandescent as she talks about how great it is for the three of us to be back together again, and how New Mexico was just “faaabulous!”“You would love New Mexico!” is the first thing she says to me when we sit down at the table—as if I had the opportunity to go and opted out. “For an artist like you, it’s so inspirational. I swear I did some of my best painting work out there. Oh! I need to show you The Faces of Love. That’s what I call it. It’s a painting of Cathedral Cliff—get it? Rock faces?”I don’t react at all, and I don’t have to. Melanie doesn’t
HazelI lower myself slowly onto the couch, too stunned to know what to do. From downstairs, I can hear my parents’ voices, which means they’re being loud—the house is so soundproof.Melanie’s here. She’s back. And I have no idea what that even means.Are we supposed to go back to the way things were before?The doorbell rings again, and it takes me a minute to even remember that we’ve ordered a pizza. It feels like hours have passed since Melanie arrived at the door. It feels like years since Xavier picked me up from school, his eyes dark with lust, asking to see my panties.This past month with Xavier has been the best month of my life. For the first time ever, I truly had Xavier all to myself. In the past, Melanie was always on the horizon. Even if she was off on one of her ‘sprees,’ cheating on Xavier with some dirtbag, he was still distracted and distant, his thoughts and energy still pulled in her direction. But this time, creating a naughty, secret world of pleasure together, i
“Of course I do! She’s my daughter.” For a moment, I almost believe her. For a moment, I’m almost relieved to think that she might actually love Hazel after all.“But I’ve been going through a lot,” she continues, and the illusion shatters. Melanie doesn’t care about anybody but herself. “I’ve been going through a lot, but I’m doing the work, you know? I’m figuring a lot of stuff out. Stuff that I wish I could have figured out a long time ago, so that I never would have hurt you the way I did. I wish, I mean…I wish I could undo those things, Xavi I know I fucked up, and I’m sorry.”I don’t say anything. Months ago, I wanted to hear those exact words more than anything. Despite everything that had happened, shortly after Melanie left, all I wanted was for her to come back. I had delusional notions about how we could rescue our relationship, how the cheating would stop if I could just understand her better, if I could just love her harder.But eventually I realized that life without Mel
She grins broadly and stretches out her arms to me. “I’m back, baby!”“No.” I shake my head. “No. I filed for divorce. There’s no back. You’re in my house.”She tilts her head patiently, as if I’m being unreasonable. “Xavi, we’re not divorced yet. This is my house.”Damn this woman. It’s been two minutes and already I want to punch a hole in the wall.“Yes,” I bite out. “We’re not divorced because my lawyer couldn’t find you to serve the papers. You’ve been missing for two months. What the hell are you playing at?”She casts a meaningful look at Hazel lingering in the hallway and then says in a theatrical whisper, “Could we have a moment alone? To talk?”The last thing I want to do is succumb to any of her demands, but I would also prefer to spare Hazel hearing whatever it is her mother might have to say. My jaw gripping with tension, I nod towards the doorway to the basement stairs.“We can talk downstairs. Honey,” I turn to Hazel. “Your mom and I are going to have a quick chat in pr
Hi Xavi- can you call me at this number pls?I don’t know if this is still your # I assume it isI need to talk to uI’ll try your office # tooBest friends with Susie from your office now lol!! She’s greatBut call me if u get a chanceThe fact that she called my office and spoke to Susie makes me nervous. Susie’s my very chatty Admin Assistant. I wonder what information Melanie could be looking for that Susie might have given her.Dropping the phone back into my pocket, I realize I have no energy for making dinner.“Sweetie,” I call out to Hazel. “I’m going to order pizza for dinner.”“Yay!” she calls out from the dining room table, flashing me a bright smile.I open my own computer at the dining room table as we wait for the pizza to arrive, trying to hide my distracted thoughts behind the screen. I’m not sure if I should tell Hazel about the texts. Does she worry about her mother? Would she want to know that Mel reached out to me? Or would she wonder why Mel hadn’t reached out to
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Bob eyeing Cynthia with a hungry gleam. There’s a taut, ready energy to him that I can just sense, as if he’s fixing to jump on her. She uncaps her bottle and watches us back with a half-smile.“Well,” I say, hoisting my mug. “Back at ‘er, I guess. See you both later.”Cynthia smiles at me, but Bob doesn’t take his eyes off her.***When I pull up to the school that afternoon, Hazel is waiting by herself on a bench near the curb. I’m pleased to see she’s alone—pleased especially that there’s no sign of Kye. Her hair is in the two neat braids I set it in this morning, and she’s the agonizing picture of innocence: white knee socks, black shoes, plaid skirt and white blouse. She’s the quintessential innocent schoolgirl. Her face lights up when she sees me, crystal blue eyes shining, and her uncomplicated joy, her pure love for me, makes me feel raw, tender, and sensitive.When she gets into the car, I lean over and kiss her cheek, inhaling the cotton ca