A few hours had passed since Jeff and Eve emerged from the bedroom, finding me waiting for them. Jeff left without a word. Eve and I agreed that she needed to grab some things and go get a hotel room. I told her I'd need several days to process this and discuss with it her. I wanted to be calm when I did. She understood and complied. She, too, never said a word.
In those hours since, I could only manage to change into a t-shirt and boxers and plant myself on the couch in front of the TV, with a new bottle of wine and a bag of chips. I needed to think how I wanted this to play out. The decision would be easy were it not for my obsession for Megan. And now I had to determine if I had crossed a line earlier today in my study.
It was about 8pm or so and, with three glasses of wine consumed, was quite relaxed. I was sitting in my sofa with my legs stretched out onto an ottoman, watching the news, unable to concentrate on anything. Megan entered the room, looking the same as she did before except the little black cotton shorts were now gray.
"I spoke with my mom." Megan said. "She told me you both got into a fight and decided it best if she gave you some space. She said nothing about Jeff and I didn't let her know that I know what happened."
I nodded in acknowledgement.
"Is it OK if I stay here? I don't want to be with my mom." She asked.
"Of course it's OK, Megan." I said. "This isn't about you and you shouldn't be punished. You've done nothing wrong."
And with that, Megan curled up on the sofa next to me and put her head in my lap. My right hand held my wine glass and my left hand rested on her hip.
"What's going to happen?" Megan asked a few minutes later.
"I don't know." Was my reply, and I took a long sip of the red wine.
Through the fly of my boxers, I could feel the warm breath from her mouth, maybe twelve inches away. Several minutes went by and Megan began to speak.
"You remember earlier, right? I've never had an orgasm like that before." She confessed, her body never moving as she spoke.
"Like what?" I asked, truly puzzled at the question and shocked that she brought it up.
"All our clothes on, very little touching. It was so," she paused, searching for the right word, "erotic and intense." She said in a voice tinged with just a hint of excitement.
I didn't know what to say or how to respond. I truly wasn't ready to discuss what had occurred earlier that day. As an attorney, I'm rarely at a loss for words so this was an unusual occurrence for me.
"Did you like it?" she asked me.
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't." I replied, carefully choosing my words.
I grabbed my glass of wine and took another long sip. Immediately, my mind began replaying the image in my head, of sexy little Megan, in her little cotton shorts and tank top, rocking on my lap, my hands cupping her breasts, the sounds of her moans and whimpers. And in just a few seconds, my cock began to stiffen inside my boxers. At this point, I should have suggested Megan move, or insist that we end this conversation. But my obsession with her suppressed my judgment . I was hooked. I wanted her so bad but, given our relationship, I couldn't, wouldn't ask for it or pursue it. Neither, though, would I turn it away.
Megan took her left hand and placed it on the inside of my left thigh and then began lightly stroking it with her hand.
"I was surprised you came." Megan said. "You must have been really turned on. Was it me, or Mom and Jeff having sex?" she asked.
"Both." I answered honestly.
The mental replay became more vivid and the sex talk added fuel to the fire. At this point, there was little turning back. My thick, circumcised cock grew to its full seven inches, trying desperately to poke through my boxers. Seeing this, Megan undid the button on my boxers, reached in and pulled out my erect penis. Without a word, and with her head still resting on my torso, she lowered her mouth around the head of my penis and began to move up and down slowly.
"Oh god, Megan, that feels so good." I moaned softly.
I forced myself to open my eyes. There in my lap, with her long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, was my step-daughter with my cock in her mouth, her eyes closed. The warmth, the wetness of her mouth were perfect. I began to run my fingers of my right hand through her beautiful hair. My left hand reached out and began to caress her firm ass through her little cotton shorts.
Megan continued this pace for just a few minutes, her mouth going slowly up and down over just the swollen head of my cock. She pulled her mouth off and her saliva began to run down the shaft of my hard dick.
"Do you like this? Does it feel good?" she asked.
"I love it. It feels incredible." I said
