It was like that every time he looked at me. He’d utter some false compliment, some empty line of praise. Yet he was aware I knew he was full of bullshit. It became a game. How many times could he get me to roll my eyes?“You look like you belong running on the Swiss Alps,” he told me one day when I wore my hair in braids, wrapped around the crown of my head.Another day I wore a red dress to go out to dinner with friends. He kept pulling on the hem as I ran around, getting ready.“If you go out in that, every man is going to try and tackle you down.”“What are you talking about?” I asked, distracted as I slipped my feet into some black heels.He blocked my way to the front door and gave me a long look that made my toes curl. “You look like a naughty schoolgirl personified. You’re every sick man’s daydream come to life and out at night.”I swallowed and stepped back from him. He lifted his eyebrows, like “see?”, and disappeared upstairs.I changed my dress after that.And then wheneve
Except one thing. I smirked as I pushed my body up with my arms. Thousands of droplets skipped down my skin, and I could feel Alexander’s eyes following each one’s path. The newspaper was lowered onto his lap. His sunglass-covered face was looking in my direction and I knew he was watching.I stood and grabbed my towel, running it over my hair. My breasts lifted with the effort, bouncing with each rigorous rub. I shivered as a nice breeze swept across my goosebumps. My nipples hardened automatically, a combination of the wind’s doing and the illicit excitement from trying to tease my stepdad. I knew my nipples were popping out against the pink material of my bikini. The fabric’s color might just have been light enough to slightly make out the darkness of the nipples underneath.He deliberately put his newspaper down. He wasn’t even hiding the fact that he was drinking in my every movement.I couldn’t hold my smile in anymore, so I sat in the lounge chair next to him. I eyed my suntan
“I just--”“Got back from partying,” he interrupted. “I can smell the booze from here, Melanie.”His eyes scanned me from head to toe. I fought hard not to tremble under his stare. I lost when I noticed his gaze catching on my breasts beneath my tight red dress, my long legs and my parted glossy lips. My stepfather was checking me out again, and somehow this time felt more purposeful and direct than the day at the pool.The more disturbing fact was that I liked it. I knew I was wet and I could feel the pleasurable pain of my nipples hardening and rubbing against my bra. I just hoped he couldn’t spot their turned on state. The jig was up, however, when his eyes froze there. His nostrils flared and his whole body became tight.He definitely noticed. Nothing escaped Alex’s attention for long. He finally looked back at me.“What are we going to do with you? Your mom explicitly grounded you. She’d be crushed to find out you disobeyed her orders.” He smirked. “And worse, that you’d been dri
Alex’s hand found me wet, of course. He grinned when his fingers swept through my slick lips, though I’m sure my arousal was no surprise to him.And then he was on his knees and I was staring down at his blonde head. I felt my panties slip down my legs and my body sunk into the door. He pressed his lips against my soaked pussy, breathing heavily. I pushed my shoulders back and a slow spasm of pleasure rolled through my body, lifting my hips into his head and pushing his lips harder against my wet flesh.“You’re a filthy girl, Melanie,” he murmured against me.I opened my mouth to protest that he was the filthy one, that he was the one that started all this, but no sound would come out. He’d already begun to fuck me with his tongue, fast and deep and it was so fucking wet. My shaking fingers slipped through his hair, pulling him harder against me. He moaned and I nearly fell to the ground at the sensation. My knees gave out a little but I couldn’t fall; his strong arms held me up by t
I’d just fucked my stepfather. Did I feel guilty? Grossed out? Used? My fingers had a mind of their own. They slipped into my used pussy and spread around his cum. Only then did I realize I was grinning.The next morning I was more than a little lost. With no other option, I climbed downstairs and faced Alex at breakfast.He didn’t react when I walked into the kitchen. He drank his coffee and only murmured good morning, but every cell in my body hummed with his presence. I knew my cheeks were burning.Mom must’ve picked up on some weird vibes because she purred and flirted with Alex to excess. He gave her a few smiles, answered a few questions, but he seemed to prefer being quiet. This wasn’t unusual in the morning; like me, Alex was a night owl. But I figured this morning would be different, considering less than twelve hours before he’d been inside me.It wasn’t until I sat down and nearly knocked over my bowl of cereal that he paid attention to me.“OJ?” he asked, holding up th
“Don’t you love her even a little bit?”Alex looked at me over his shoulder. “Don’t you?”“She’s my mother.” I swallowed. “I must.”“I’m her husband, and I don’t.” He smiled when I flinched. “Would you prefer me to say I did?”“I don’t know. I feel bad.”He turned around and said, “You’ll get over it,” before disappearing down the hall.I didn’t go to the pool party. I called Jackie and told her I couldn’t make it. She knew something was up but I didn’t have it in me to come up with a lie. I promised I’d tell her about it later, rushing her off the phone.Instead of going back home, I went to the mall and wandered around like a zombie.I tried to talk myself out of doing anything more with Alex. My mother sucked, and I knew he didn’t love her. In reality, I didn’t think she loved him either. She was more obsessed with the idea of Alex, the allure he brought to her life, than she was with himself. Even I had to admit I didn’t know him well.When I went home that night, Mom was already
“I warned you that if you couldn’t be quiet, we wouldn’t be able to have fun.”I smiled and wound my fingers through his hair.He gave me a small grin. Then his lips were on me and his tongue snaked through my soft flesh, fucking it with feverish enthusiasm. It felt delicious but I wanted to come with his cock inside me. I tugged at his hair, tried to pull my hips away from him, but he wouldn’t release me. He pursed his lips and sucked at my clit. Foreign sounds rose up my throat. Only then did he stand and shove his cock inside me.A moment later I was shuddering, coming all over his cock. He pounded me relentlessly, smacking his hand over my mouth when a tiny scream escaped my lips.Then he slowed his thrusts. I felt his warm cum flooding my pussy and tightened around him all over again.He slipped out of me, wiping his slick cock against my thigh. The filthy gesture should have repulsed me but ... God, it sent another frisson of pleasure through my body. He yanked up my jeans and m
I waited in the kitchen for a few minutes, trying to eavesdrop. There was no noise.My bedroom looked out over the basement, so I frantically ran upstairs to peer out into the dark yard.I saw shifting bodies in the moonlight. The dim floodlight shed just enough light on them to make out my mother and stepfather fucking.I barely made it to the bathroom, puking so hard I couldn’t breathe. As I gagged over the toilet, my mind flipped through painful snapshots. Alex grunting, Alex fucking me, Alex laughing with me, Alex holding me.I thought about how Alex’s dick probably still had some of the juices from my pussy on it and a fresh wave of nausea rolled through my stomach.My body finally had nothing left. Even then, I gagged hopelessly a few more times, my body not ready to convey how disgusted I was. They hadn’t come back in the house yet, and I couldn’t bring myself to check on them again. Exhausted, heartbroken, shattered, I slipped under my covers and cried silently until I fell as