I didn't hear my step father shout me, when he returned from work around 7pm. James had married my mother, five years ago, and now at 18 I began to see why my mother had fallen in love with him. James is six feet two, with dark brown eyes, and a square masculine jaw, with thick spongy lips. He often worked night shifts, but this week he was filling in for one of his colleagues. And mother was working tonight herself. I felt a tap on my shoulder, my stepfather was grinning down at me. I felt myself shudder as he run his hand down my back nearly touching my buttocks.
"What time is mum due home?" I asked him, turning down the volume on my iPod.
"11 pm." He grinned at me, with wide teeth.
I carefully sat up, and James sat down beside me, putting his arm around my shoulder. Holding me closer to him, my heart began to race. He gave me a peck on the forehead.
"Do you mind doing me a cup of coffee, and small snack while I take a shower?" he asked me in a soft manner.
I huffed out loudly while he looked at me sternly.
"I'm trying to do this college work." I pouted back.
I got up and stomped off towards the stairs.
"There is no need for that attitude young lady." A dark tone in his voice caused me to tell him to fuck off under my breath.
He's considerably younger than my mother; there is a ten year age gap. And although he is thirty one, he looks a lot younger. All my friends fancy him if only they knew our little secret. I heard him shut the bathroom door as I headed towards the kitchen to do as I was told. After I made what his majesty wanted, I took them into the living room and set them down on his side table. It wasn't long before his feet came banging down the stairs and his muscular body came around the door. As usual he was only wearing his towel. I knew what this meant. As mum was home late his attention would be on me. He'd finished his supper and returned from the kitchen with a red lollipop in his hand.
"This is your treat for doing as you were told." James said softly as he smiled.
And I smiled back, opening the sweet and popping into my mouth.
"Thank you." I replied back with a muffled sound.
He sat down beside me. He began stroking my breast over my white lace chemise, sending tingles up my arms. Goose bumps, rising on my pale, skin.
He leant in and kissed my neck, my head began to whirl. This was wrong very wrong but felt very right. Both James and my mother's marriage will be over. UN be known to James mother was having an affair of her own. A week ago I'd heard her talking on the phone to a work colleague telling them she loved them and she would be leaving James very soon. I wish she would so we could come out in the open.
"I want you to masturbate with your lollipop." James whispered into my ear while he kissed and nibbled, making my heart race.
"I want to watch you rub that sticky sweet over your little pink clit." Mumbling to me while he kissed my face and neck.
I felt excited by the thought of doing what he told me to do. I wet the red lollipop with my saliva and spread my legs, pulling my lips apart to make it easier to locate my clit. I rubbed lightly back and forth, feeling the sensations made me groan and open my mouth. James came in and pecked my mouth, as I continued doing as I was told.
"I want you to slowly slide it into your soft pink pussy." He gently spoke to me through pecks and soft kisses.
My pussy had begun to get wet so when I positioned the sweet at the opening, it slid in with ease.
"I want to watch you lick your lolly clean after." James kissed me deep now his tongue entering my mouth.
