This is my first attempt at writing erotica and it is completely fiction. I do not condone incest in any shape or form. But this story is between two consenting non-blood related adults.
My name is Annie and I am a healthy, red blooded, adult female and for years I have had a secret desire to have sex with Pete, my step father. I'm not deprived or sick, I just love this man and want to experience the ultimate expression of love with him and so my story begins.
My mother and Pete had been married for the past fifteen years, since I was four. Pete was always very warm and loving toward me. He never made me feel as If I didn't belong to him. I was very fortunate to have not only a biological father who gave me life, but also a Dad that gave me his love and guidance.
For years I have had this fixation for him. I never let him know and in reality nothing ever came of my feelings. Pete was a good man; I think the last of his breed. He was a man of honor who would never violate the trust that he had established with me and I would never ask him too. So this is my fantasy of what might have happened between us had he crossed that line.
My mother was an awesome woman, but she drank a too much, but we loved her in spite of it. The three of us always had a close relationship and I was her only child. We did a lot of cool stuff together as I was growing up; we went camping and fishing in the summer time. And during the winter months we went snow skiing and sledding.
Pete worked as a supervisor for a local construction company. He had a good relationship with his men; there wasn't anything he would not do for them. If they gave him an honest day's work, he made sure that they got an honest day's pay. His crew had finished up the project that they had been working on early, so he bought them all a couple rounds at Kelly's to celebrate and then headed home.
It had been ages since he had been able to make it home in the day light hours. He turned off the AC and rolled down all the windows and enjoyed the feel of the beautiful spring afternoon as the wind ripped through the cab of his truck. He pulled into our drive way and his world came crashing down around his feet. He walked into the house and found my mother dead.
I arrived home from work to find the street full of police cars and an ambulance parked in the driveway. Pete met me outside and would not let me go inside. He told me what had happened, how he had found my mother still in bed. She had apparently died of an overdose of sleeping pills and alcohol.
During the next couple of years we turned to each other for comfort, but there was never anything sexual between us at that time. I continued to live in the house that I had shared with them as I grew up. I didn't really ever have any thoughts of moving out. But my fantasy's about Pete continued and spilled over into my dreams. Many a night I awoke and found myself breathless from an erotic dream I'd had.
