LUCAS:
I shook my head in amusement as I watched Tahlia bob her head to the music in her headphones, her off-key voice echoing in the kitchen as she frosted the last of the cupcakes she'd baked. I leaned against the doorway with my arms folded across my chest and watched her curvy body bounce across the tiles. As wrong as it was, I couldn't stop watching the way her ass jiggled in those tiny shorts.
Wrong because I was supposed to be watching over her, not lusting after her. Wrong because she was pure and innocent, and I had seen too much darkness in this world to enjoy life like she did. Wrong because I was 15 years her senior. Wrong because she was my stepdaughter.
And yet, all the ways it was wrong didn't stop me from watching her, burning for her, and when I was at my weakest, stroking my cock to the thoughts of what she'd sound and look like if I had her pinned under my body, fucking her until she came so hard she saw stars.
Today was her 19th birthday, and even though I'd wanted to take her out for her birthday, she'd insisted on staying home with me and having our own celebration. I'd given in as soon as her caramel eyes had widened, pleading for me to let her have her way.
How was I supposed to resist when her pouty lips trembled and she put her hands together like a prayer, bouncing up and down, her generous tits mesmerizing me as they swayed under her low-cut top?
I'd gone out to get her gift after giving in, and now I was drinking in the sight of Tahlia in the kitchen, completely unaware of my gaze until she turned in a dramatic dance move and saw me there.
"Eek!" Her singing cut off mid-lyric and the knife covered in frosting she'd been using as a microphone dropped to the floor when she jumped in surprise.
She yanked her headphones out of her ears and set her music down on the counter. "You scared me Lucas! Now look, you made me get the floor all dirty."
She whirled around and ripped a paper towel of the nearby roll, wetting it and then getting to her hands and knees to wipe up the frosting. I stood there, watching with wide eyes and already half-hard cock as she wiped at the floor. Her shirt had gaped open, revealing a baby pink lace bra that held her full tits, the color so light and soft it almost blended in.
I tore my gaze away from her as she stood back up, turning to the fridge and opening it for something to do. Jesus, she had no idea the kind of affect she had on me. And if I had anything to say about it, she never would. I might be a perverted old man, but I would never drag her into my world and dirty her purity.
I stared blankly into the fridge, hoping the cool air would help me calm down. I was standing there for several minutes, not moving, before Tahlia came up beside me. I could see her looking at me out of the corner of her eye, but I refused to look over.
"Are you okay, Lucas?"
"Yeah baby girl, I just can't remember what I was looking for in here. I was hoping I'd remember if I kept looking." It was as good of a cover story as any, and she seemed to buy it.
"You're so funny," she laughed as she walked away. "Dinner and dessert are both ready, whenever you are."
I looked over at her, finally shutting the door to the fridge. When I saw she was licking frosting off her fingers however, my cock went right back to hard. I bit back a groan and called out over my shoulder that I just wanted to change as I turned and headed to my room. I was going to have to stroke one out before doing anything else, or she would know exactly what dessert I had on my mind- and it wasn't the sweet treat she'd made.
TAHLIA:
I watched as Lucas walked away from me, hurrying out of the kitchen like his ass was on fire. I nearly let the giggle I'd been biting back escape, but I managed to swallow it down before I gave myself away.
See, I knew exactly what he was off to do, and I figured it wasn't to change his clothes. He thought I had no idea what was on his mind when he watched me, but just because I was barely 19, it didn't mean I was naive.
I'd seen the outline of his hard cock many times, and they way his eyes burned into my skin like he wanted to eat me alive. He tried so hard to hide it, but I wasn't as innocent as he thought.
Sure, I was still a virgin, but I had a slight obsession with trashy romance books, and I'd learned a lot while devouring each and every one I could get my hands on. So yeah, I knew what he was thinking when I caught him staring at my ass or tits, and what he wanted when he unconsciously licked his lips while staring at mine.
It helped that I'd accidentally caught him masturbating once, when I was supposed to be out at a friend's but had come home early. I'd walked to his door to let him know I was home, but had decided to wait to let him know when I'd heard the shower running.
A weird sound had made me pause at his doorway on my way out, and when I heard it again heat flooded through me. I knew that sound; I'd seen enough porn to know when a guy was groaning in pleasure. My feet had taken control, and before I knew it was was peeking around his open bathroom doorway. His glass doors were foggy, and I could barely see anything, but from the way his arm moved near his hips, I was absolutely sure he was stroking his dick.
My nipples had puckered at the sight, my panties going instantly wet as I watched, listening to him let out small groans as he worked himself. I knew what I was doing was bad, but I just couldn't help myself. Then, words left his mouth that sealed both our fates.
"That's it Tahlia, take Daddy's cock like a good little girl. Fuck, yes baby girl."
My hand flew to my mouth to mute my gasp, and I backed away as quickly and quietly out of his room so he wouldn't catch me watching him. I ran out of the house and back to my car, peeling out of the driveway as I tried to comprehend what I'd witnessed. I drove around the neighborhood for a good hour before heading home, my pussy soaking wet and pulsing the entire time.
I'd had a crush on Lucas as soon as my mother had introduced him to me at 14, and over the years that I grew into being an adult the crush turned into full-blown attraction. I'd felt completely wrong for it, knowing he was my stepdad, but that wrongness only seemed to amplify my attraction.
Ever since that moment six months ago I'd been surreptitiously teasing Lucas, wearing shorter, tighter, more revealing clothes around him and practically inviting him in between my legs.
The one thing I'd wanted to try was calling him Daddy, but I just couldn't make myself do it. I'd always called him Lucas since that's what he'd told me to do when we first met. Suddenly switching to "daddy" was sure to raise his suspicions. Then again, I'd made up my mind that this was the day I was going to get him to act on all those dirty thoughts I knew were buried in his head, so maybe that was exactly what I needed to do.
After all, that's what he'd called himself when I'd caught him masturbating to thoughts of me. And when I'd heard it, my insides had gone molten. I'd tried it out in my head dozens of times, and it never failed to get me going.
After my mom had died of cancer barely a year after marrying Lucas, he was the one that had been there for me. He was the only family I'd had, and all my so-called friends had abandoned me when I became too depressed to hang out. He was my rock, my support, the only comfort I had left. He'd been there for me when no one else was, and I'd fallen for him hard before I even realized it.
I had never seen my mother and Lucas be affectionate towards each other, but they were always civil and got along well. I'd wondered about their relationship, but as long as she was happy it didn't matter to me. My mother had a good last year of her life, and her final words to me were just that she wanted me to be happy, no matter how it was.
I knew that Lucas would make me happy, I just had to get him to realize that. I also knew that I could make him happy if he just gave us a chance.
I heard him coming back down the stairs, and I hurried to finish setting the table for dinner. I surveyed my handiwork, proud of myself for the lasagna, salad, and garlic bread I'd made all by myself. I heard Lucas's foot hit the last step and I turned to smile at him just as he turned the corner.
"Wow Tahlia, this looks amazing. You put in a lot of work for your own birthday dinner, baby girl."
