That night there was no fun to be had as my mother came home from work first. I didn't feel like hanging out in the family room when all I could think about was what had happened that morning, so I faked a migraine and went to lie down in my room.
What I was really doing was researching and reading stories on the internet to try to get a good idea of what to do next. About ten minutes after my parents went to bed I slipped out of my room and went to the kitchen. I was pretty thirsty as I hadn't taken a drink with me when I went to "lie down."
I was wearing nothing but a long t-shirt which covered all the important stuff, though I had no panties on. I padded barefoot to the fridge and opened it, gasping slightly as the cool air hit me. I must've been really horny because my pussy was so hot that I could actually feel the cool air go up my nightshirt and cool it off.
I was looking for a diet coke. I found OJ, Sprite, Cranberry Juice, but I wanted diet coke and I was certain I had stashed one in here. I usually hid one so there was always one in case of emergency. I bent down, reaching towards the back of a lower shelf, my shirt riding up.
In the back of my mind I was enjoying the feel of the air on my bare ass, but I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand run over it. I jolted upright and spun around to find my stepfather smiling at me. The fridge door closed behind me and it was only the glow of the moon that let us see each other.
"Don't mind me," he grinned, "I was just enjoying the view. Go ahead and look for your drink. You might find it hidden under the lettuce in the crisper, way down at the bottom."
My heart was still doing back-flips from the shock of him walking in on me, but even so I could feel the excitement welling up as well. Then I remembered something.
"What if mom comes out here?"
"She won't. Even if she does I'll know because she'll stop snoring."
"But,"
"Shhh!" he put a finger to my lips. "That soda isn't going to find itself. I thought you were thirsty?"
I pushed my fear down and tried to focus on the thrill. I had no idea what he wanted to do. Maybe he just wanted to watch? But what if he decided he wanted to fuck me and slid his cock in while I was bent over?
He must have noticed the fear on my face because he sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go back to bed and not bother you."
I knew right away what I wanted and I grabbed his arm to keep him from turning away. I pouted and in my best little girl voice I said, "But what if I can't find it, I might need some help."
He smiled and backed away, but kept watching me. I opened the fridge door and muttered, "My, my, I wonder where that soda could have gone. I bet it's all the way on the bottom shelf."
Though he had told me where it was I wasn't going to check there first, I wanted to see what was going to happen.
Slowly I bent over, letting my shirt ride up over my ass. I pretended to search the fridge, knowing he had a perfect view of my ass and dripping pussy. Well, as perfect as he could have in the moonlight.
I felt him move closer and put his hand on my pussy, sort of cupping it. "God, you're so hot." he whispered. I kept my face in the fridge and maintained my position. He fingered my wet lips for a moment and then I felt him slide a finger into my cunt and I gasped.
"So fucking tight too, are you a virgin?"
"Yes," I breathed. My heart was in my throat. I kept thinking that if my mother came in now she would kill us both, but if he stopped fingering my pussy I would die.
"You have a dildo, though?"
"Yes. A small one."
"Still, good practice. You have a beautiful pussy. I've been thinking about it all day." he said, wiggling his finger inside me, then removing it and running his fingers lightly over the lips.
"My back is starting to hurt," I heard myself say. I hadn't even realized it until I said it. I had stood bent over for too long with no support. I suddenly became aware of my breasts hanging free and slightly swaying with my movement.
"Just another minute. I don't have time to fuck you tonight but I want a preview of what I get to have tomorrow."
Before I could even wonder what he meant I felt him kneel behind me. He placed each hand on the outside of my thighs and rotated outward slightly to get better access to my soaking cunt.
"Keep looking for the soda," he ordered, "and don't make a sound. I need to listen for your mother."
Suddenly I felt his tongue lap the juices that were flowing from my pussy. How was I supposed to not make a sound?
I bit my lip as the thrill of his hot wet tongue on my equally hot and wet pussy stole my breath and sent shock waves through my body.
He paused just long enough to say, "Keep looking,"
I busied myself in the fridge and tried desperately to pretend I didn't have my mom's husband sucking on my wet cunt in the kitchen while she slept only two rooms away.
He ran his tongue in circles, first licking my juices from the outside, and then dipping it into my tight little cunt and back again. He teased my clit, then went right back to my cunt, and even sucked the lips in his mouth one at a time.
I tried to pretend I didn't notice but I couldn't. Before long his expert tongue brought me to the edge. I grabbed the refrigerator bit my tongue to keep from crying out as wave after wave of orgasm washed over me.
I knew my juices were flowing all over his face and he valiantly tried to lap them up. I simply stood there, grasping the fridge and panting.
He gave me one good long last lick and helped me right myself again.
"Fucking delicious," he pulled me to him and kissed me hard and I could taste myself on him. As he pulled away he grabbed my nightshirt an pulled it over my head. "And beautiful," he added.
My hands went to cover myself as I turned toward the kitchen door, fearing being caught. Then I realized even as I felt him pull my hands away from myself that I could still hear my mother's snores. I stood naked, my hands at my sides, nothing to see by but the moonlight as the refrigerator had managed to shut itself sometime during our embrace. He ran his hands over my body, then turned me around and slapped me on the ass.
"Now, I think it's time you go off to bed, young lady. You're going to be very busy tomorrow." I began to walk away, only to have him call for me after a few steps. I hadn't even heard him open the door to the fridge, but he was holding the diet coke I had come out to get. I had completely forgotten about it. I reached out and took it. The cold air from the fridge gave me goosebumps.
"Now I need to go brush my teeth before your mother wonders why I have pussy on my breath." He grinned. He handed me my nightshirt but said, "don't put it back on." He watched me walk back to my room, dazed with pussy juice running down my bare legs, and then went into the bathroom.
