“We have news, and we don’t want to wait until it gets any more awkward than it has to be; Chastity and I are dating.”

I gasped in surprise and saw Chastity’s cheeks grow bright red.

“Since when?  How?”  I cried in surprise.

“Since last week!” she replied excitedly.   “During seven minutes,” Chastity mouthed silently to me and gave me a little wink.

“That’s great!”  I jumped to my feet at the same time as Chastity and gave her a warm, encouraging hug.

“We have some news as well,” Bryce smiled, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the two of them.

“No!” Chastity cried out with disbelief.

I smiled brightly as Bryce put his arm around me and pulled me in tightly.

“Like father like son!” Chastity and I piped out at exactly the same time, sending everyone into a laughing fit.

More than a Step-Daddy

I checked my hair in the mirror and tousled it a little more.  My new nighty clung to my creamy white skin and my long blonde hair fell in little ringlets down to my ribcage.  I pulled my breasts up and together, giving just a little more pop to my already ample cleavage.  I was no twig, but I knew for a fact that Bryson had a thing for curves.  Every girlfriend he’d ever brought home was a near mirror image to my body type.  But despite everything I did to try to catch his attention, he’d been perfectly ignorant of my ripe flesh.

I sprayed a fine mist of water onto my skin, crawling back into bed and pulling the covers up over my legs and balling a bit of them into my arms.

“Ahhhhh.”  I screamed with horror and freight.  “Ahhhhh,”  I screamed again, closing my eyes as I heard his footsteps pounding down the hall.

My heart was racing as he threw the door open, calling out to me.

“Ashley, Ashley, it’s just a dream, wake up.”  His voice boomed.

I sat straight up with a look of freight and began to pout and sob.  “Not again,” I cried out with big alligator tears.

I threw the covers off of my body as Bryson pulled me into his chest,  pressing my moist flesh against him.  His eyes flashed down at my nighty, but he quickly looked away.

“What was it this time Ash?”  He asked me gently as I snuggled in close.

“I honestly can’t remember.  But I can’t shake this overwhelming feeling of terror.”  I pouted my lip out, looking up at him with big brown eyes.  “Can I sleep with you…?”  His eyes grew narrow and his brow wrinkled.  “Just for tonight.”  I quickly added, afraid he would tell me no.

“Alright, Ashley.  But only this once, you’re too old to be crawling into ‘daddy’s’ bed.  I won’t be around forever, you’ve got to learn to soothe your own nerves.”  He stood up, nodding his head towards the door.  “Lets go.”

I looked up at him helplessly, nodding in agreement.  I could soothe my nerves just fine, it was my passions I couldn’t seem to pacify.

Bryson was my technically my stepdad, and when I lost my job and gotten kicked out of my apartment, I had nowhere else to go.  My own father had never been in the picture, and my mother had gone off the deep-end two years ago when I’d moved to San Francisco.  Honestly, I had hated to ask him for help, but he ensured me that he was more than happy to help me out.

Three months had passed since I moved in, and I watched with a critical eye as he brought one lousy woman after another home.  Bryson was well off, a trust fund baby.  Since my mother had left him, he apparently found the motivation to start up his own tech company and had done well enough to afford him a beachfront property in La Jolla.  He never did talk much about his finances, but every woman he brought home eyed the house like a damned hawk.  I knew exactly why they were all so persistent, and quick to fall head over heels, but fortunately, so did Bryson.

“Can I get you anything?  I need a glass of water,” I asked him, drawing his attention to me as I stood there in my fitted little lace nighty.

“Ahem,” Bryson cleared his throat and quickly looked away.  “I’ll be fine thanks,” he replied in a gruff tone.

My lips twitched up into a little smile as I watched him walk towards his bedroom, his head shaking as if her were trying to rid himself of naughty thoughts.  Or at least, I hoped that was the case.  I walked through the house and to the kitchen, tracing my fingers along my belly and down to my sex.  I was wet with the anticipation of weeks worth of fantasizing.  I’d wanted him for so long now it was like my entire body was continually on the edge of orgasm.  ‘Soon,’ I pacified the ache in my belly.

I filled my glass to the brim and took a small sip.  Walking back towards Bryson’s bedroom with every intention of ‘grabbing the proverbial bull by the horns.”  I couldn’t sit back and wait until he finally found some other woman to lie beside him at night.  No, he was going to be mine, even if it meant I’d have to be a very naughty girl.

I expected him to be in his bed, and thus walked sexily into his room through the low light.  I placed the glass on the nightstand and whimpered softly as I crawled into bed.

“Thanks again,” I whispered, just as I heard the water crank on in the bathroom.

I laughed at myself as I realized I was alone in his bed.  It wasn’t Bryson’s M.O. to shower in the middle of the night and my curiosity was piqued by his unusual behavior.  I slipped out of bed and crept down the hall towards the dim light that shone around the edges of the bathroom door.  He hadn’t shut the door tightly, and so despite the fear of getting caught, I pressed my eye to the little crack in the door and slowly pressed the door ever so slightly more open.  I could see his hand, pressed over his head and against the wall near the showerhead.  His body leaned forward at and angle, and through the steamy glass I could see the water running down his chest.

My heart started at the sound of his voice, though I held myself perfectly still and silent.

“What is she trying to do to me?”  He groaned nearly inaudibly.

His hand reached for my shampoo and he popped the cap, drawing in a long deep breath of the scent.  My eyes had grown wide with interest, and I watched him intently as he turned the bottle upside down at his waist.  My eyes strained to see through the increasingly foggy glass, but there was no mistaking the outline that stood prominently from him was in fact his hard, thick, cock.

I covered my mouth with my own hand, afraid that I would make a sound and reveal myself as I watched him deliver a load of soap to his thickness.  His hand replaced the bottle on the shelf and he gripped himself, tugging long, slow strokes over the length of his dick.  I felt the wetness instantly soak through my panties, and I reached down to calm the intense ache.  He was jerking off, and I knew exactly what he was thinking about while he did it.

His strokes grew shorter and focused at the tip of his cock now, and every muscle seemed to ripple and strain at his effort.  Bryson’s head collapsed against the wall and he let out a muffled groan.

“I’d like to spank your naughty little ass, and make that tight pussy cum all over me.”

I plunged my fingers deeper into my panties and sank them hard into my wetness.  I was breathing as heavily as he was now, only now, I didn’t have the self-control to worry about him hearing me.  I panted and fingered myself hard as I followed him to orgasm.

“Fuck me daddy,” I whispered, my entire body convulsing hard at the sound of my words.

With one hard stroke, I watched his cock plunge hard and deliberately into his grip.   his entire body flexing as he let go.  The two of us were both panting now, as I pulled my panties back into place and slowly tiptoed back into his bedroom.

I could hear the water turn off, and for the first time ever my heart seemed to beat with a fearful anticipation.  Before, it was my fantasy, and one which I was in control of.  Now, I realized, it was his and I was no longer in control.