Things were getting out of hand.
It had started innocently, an "honest-to-gosh mistake," as his late wife would have called it with her charming refusal to use profanity. Now, his life was turning upside down, and he didn't know how to fix it.
He wasn't sure he even wanted to fix it.
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Jim Porter was tall, gaunt, and silent, a widower who kept to himself and who might have become totally isolated in his neighborhood if not for his gregarious, spritely stepdaughter Elise. Her presence in his life was the only reason he was able to stay sane after his wife passed away, and her constant warmth and positive view of the world -- despite her grief -- kept Jim from completely giving up on life.
Jim had met Molly and her little daughter Elise thirteen years ago on a California beach, and after a brief, intense romance, they were married only six months later. Molly was the kindest person Jim had ever known, and Elise was a very easy child to manage. She was exuberant about having a father again, and the two bonded very quickly. Jim, Molly, and a bouncing, eager Elise became a regular sight in the neighborhood, strolling along the sidewalk at dusk or popping into the local burger joint for lunch on the weekends. Jim was still somewhat intimidating with his grim appearance and perpetual frown, but the dark storm cloud of Jim Porter was always balanced by the rays of sunshine that were his gentle wife and beaming little stepdaughter.
Molly's passing shattered Jim's world. She died just before Elise started high school, succumbing to a cancer that simply would not go away despite all the treatments, surgeries, and medicines. Elise was devastated, too, but she seemed to instinctively realize that her stepfather was on the verge of slipping away altogether, so she did everything she could to be there for him. Gradually, he came out of it, scarred but alive, and guilt-ridden that he had put Elise through the additional stress. They lent each other strength and continued with life, although it was abundantly clear that Elise was doing a better job of moving on than Jim.
Still, they were happy. Jim concentrated on work, and Elise immersed herself in all things high school. Everything was totally fine.
Until near the end of Elise's senior year, that is.
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By this time, Elise was blonde, lovely, and enormously popular, and she routinely had a raucous assortment of female cronies hanging out with her at the house, lounging around the pool or acting silly in the basement rec room. Jim didn't pay them as much attention as he probably should have, but he had always taken a hands-off approach to parenting -- he would step in when needed, but if she was doing fine, he wouldn't meddle.
He could put names to Elise's regular friends, though. There was Cindy, a black-haired beauty who always seemed to dress in skin-tight, goth-esque clothing; Adelle, a slightly chubby girl with an infectious laugh and a husky voice; Melanie, a slender, tawny product of interracial parents; and Kayla, another dimpled blonde that could easily have passed as Elise's sister. These four girls formed the core group around Elise, and over time Jim got to know their parents too, especially Cindy's mother Tamara and Adelle's parents Dave and Ellen. Sleepovers were a common occurrence, and since all the girls lived within two blocks of each other or -- in Adelle's case -- lived next door, inevitably one or two would show up on a Friday afternoon and end up staying through the weekend.
About three months before the end of their senior year, Adelle, Cindy, Melanie, and Kayla had joined Elise for an all-night horror movie binge, and they were down in the rec room screaming, giggling, and throwing popcorn at the screen. Jim could hear them all the way up on the second floor. Around eleven, he gave up trying to work, left his study, and decided to take a shower before going to bed.
He was standing in the shower, rinsing off and quietly enjoying the soothing warmth of the water and steam, when he heard a muffled sound. He peered out through the glass, trying to identify the faint mechanical click he had heard. He noticed that the bathroom door was somewhat ajar. Scowling, he quickly opened the shower and stepped out, irritated that he had forgotten to close it all the way.
Standing there in the half-open doorway -- craning her neck around the door and peeking in -- was Adelle. Her eyes widened in astonishment, glued to the space between his legs.
Jim Porter had been many things in life to his Molly. He had been her best friend and her lifelong partner. She had loved his dark moods, his gentle touch, his apolitical outlook on life, and his infrequent and odd sense of humor. She had also been passionately in love with his sexual prowess, and she had always found an excuse to get her hands on his penis whenever she could. Even years after their marriage, she had never tired of getting physical with her "deep dick" man, as she had always called him in mischievous, sexy whispers.
Now, standing not five feet away, an eighteen-year-old friend of his stepdaughter was staring wide-eyed at the same big, thick manhood that had enthralled Molly Porter.
For a moment, both paused, startled. Jim noticed for the first time that Adelle seemed to have lost the chubbiness that had been so prevalent on her form for years and matured into an appealingly curvaceous young woman. As she leaned into the doorway, slightly hunched over, her cleavage was on full display, prominent and inviting. Her reddish-brown hair had been cut short, but it framed her face superbly and accented her large, expressive green eyes. Her lips were slightly parted, and her pale features bore the trademark flush of arousal.
Then Jim felt the faint flutters of cold air brought in through the open door, gently stirring around his penis. It was too much. The sensations, the years of abstinence after his wife died, and the knowledge that a very attractive young woman was eagerly consuming his penis with her eyes roused his nether regions. His dangling cock swelled and thickened, and then it gave an impatient, enthusiastic twitch.
Adelle uttered a small involuntary 'oh!' and then shifted her incredulous gaze to Jim's face. He made no move to hide himself. Finally, with his engorged cock standing at full attention, he recovered enough to speak.
"You shouldn't be in here," he murmured in his deep, raspy voice.
"I know," she replied, staring once again at his crotch. A small grin appeared on her face. "That is the biggest penis I've ever seen," she whispered.
"You need to leave," Jim ordered.
"I know," she said again, making no move to leave. "Are you hard because of me?" she asked, startled.
Jim stared at her for a long time. He had never been one to lie to people out of hand. "Partly," he admitted finally. "You are a good-looking young woman, Adelle. But it is not as simple as that."
Adelle broke into a pleased smile. "You want to have sex with me, don't you, Mr. Porter?"
"My body might want that, but I'm not stupid enough to allow that to happen. Now go on. I don't need this kind of trouble in my life. You have boys your own age that you can 'play' with."
"My boyfriend doesn't have a dick like
that
, though," she pouted. "Not even close!"
"Adelle!"
"Okay, okay, I'm leaving," she replied. She grinned impishly again. "You sure I can't help you with your-
"Enough!" Jim growled, pointing. "Out!"
Adelle closed the door with a giggle, taking one last look at his erection.
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Jim finally managed to get himself under control. He hoped Adelle had enough sense to keep their little exchange to herself. Nothing had happened, of course, but he knew it wouldn't take much for a senseless comment to be misunderstood and rain hellfire down on the Porter residence.
