by Lucy Lixx
I felt my face blush as I turned to her: “Mom, I’m only 18. I’m not a woman yet.”
“I’m so proud of you.” – She whispered, hugging me tightly before continuing: “I really can’t wait for you to meet Michael.”
I stood there, smiling, acting all polite, for my mom’s sake. She was a great person, after all. Michael was her new boyfriend, the first one in a string of relationships she actually wanted me to meet. And, as the good daughter that I am, I fully obliged. As for me, I am 18 now and I’m not dating. Not for now, at least. My friends make jokes about my virginity, but I’m in no hurry to go and fuck someone immature and childish. I have been on a couple of dates with boys my age, but I’ve realized that: they are only boys. Given the circumstances of my upbringing, I’m far more mature than any of them, thus I’ve decided to wait for the real, mature man in my life. The type of man that is strong, reliable, secure, stable, the type of man that knows how to talk about anything and everything and that will make me weak in the knees just by looking at me. Until this man shows up, I’ve decided not to date.
It has been over two years now since my dad died. As much as it was extremely hard for both mom and I, we kept strong for the other one and we tried to move on with our lives. It was difficult for me as I was barely 16 at the time and I had no idea what was happening. It was devastating to have someone so dear taken away in a second. That being said, I’ve matured faster than my generation as I’ve seen what life can do to you. No, life is not fair, and it’s not meant to be and the sooner you embrace that, the better it will be in the long run.
After dad died, mom decided it was time to move. And we moved a lot. The first year, we were still depressed from our loss and our house was pretty quiet – I was never the angry teenager, quite the contrary really. The second year, I saw my mom was trying to move on: she started dating again. And, as much as it made me angry, I tried to understand her. After all, she was still young and full of life, she certainly deserved love in her life.
The minute we walked in the restaurant, I saw him. Tall, blonde, gorgeous, perfect smile, broad shoulders, deep blue eyes… Maybe a year or two older than me. As I stepped into the restaurant, my breath was taken away.
“Oh honey, here we are.” – I heard my mom saying, as she was walking in HIS direction. I was so confused, I thought I’d faint.
“Hi, Brian! This is Elizabeth, my daughter. Is your dad here yet?” – Mom was blabbing, nervously.
The Greek god shook his hand and turned to me. As he approached me, I felt lightheaded.
“Hi, Beth. Mind if I call you Beth?”
“You can call me anything you want to.” – I thought, but instead of speaking, I just nodded.
“So, my dad and your mom. That makes you my step-sister, right?”
I blushed and nodded again. I was confused as Brian was still holding my hand. Then, it dawned on me: a step-sister? What?
“Hold on. What do you mean your step-sister?”
He smiled: “Oh, you don’t know? They are engaged. Your mom probably didn’t want you to find out until you met us.”
Unbelievable. She goes behind my back, finds another guy and wants to marry him again? I felt angry, really angry, all those mixed feelings were slowly combusting from within and I was running out of air.
“Let’s get you out of here. You need some fresh air,” he said to me as he grabbed my shoulder, tossing a look to my mom and nodding his head toward the front of the restaurant, signaling to her that we'd be right back.
We stepped outside and as I was breathing heavily, Brian stood next to me and lighted up a cigarette. “You know; your mom is a nice person. I’m happy for them. But then again, I will be off soon so it’ll all be on you, little sis.”
“It’s just…it’s too soon and it’s so…”
“Unexpected, I know. But, at least they are good together. You’ll see.” He said
“How are you so okay with this whole thing?” I asked.
Brian smiled and looked at me: “Who says I am?”
“Ah kids, there you are!” – Mom showed up, obviously out of breath: “Come on inside, our table is ready.”
As we went into the restaurant, I realized this was one of those high-end places. Very luxurious, all white decorations with beautiful flower arrangements on the tables. The waiter escorted us to our table where my mom’s new boyfriend was already seated.
“Michael, this is Elizabeth.” – My mom said, sounding like a squeaky teenager. As I approached the table, I saw what the fuss was all about. The man: tall, greyish hair, deep, dark blue eyes, stood up and walked up to me. As he extended his hand for a handshake, I felt weak in the knees. It wasn’t the normal weakness, the one you feel when a hot guy approaches you, it was a weakness that basically put me down on my knees, a weakness that wanted to show him I’ll oblige to anything he asks for.
“Beth, nice to meet you, finally. I’ve heard so much about you.” – As we shook hands, I couldn’t help but sink into his eyes, a feeling that made me blatantly uncomfortable, as if the handshake was something forbidden, something mom shouldn’t have seen. As that thought passed through my mind, I blushed. The heat that spread through my face made me even more uncomfortable. At that point, I realized I was still holding his hand and staring into his eyes, without uttering a single word. My mom, noticing my uncomfortableness, cleared her throat: “Beth, are you okay?”
I looked down, breaking eye contact, trying to acclimate and to hide my attraction to this man that was supposed to be my new father.
“Nice to meet you too…” – I whispered as I continued to take my seat.
“Michael. My name is Michael. But, you can call me Mike…or daddy.” – He spoke, with a voice so deep it made my toes curl.
The table we were seated at was beautiful. Four chairs only, a private affair, and it seemed that the waiters were told not to bother us. Appetizers and drinks were already served, and by the gesticulations of my mom’s new boyfriend, I could tell he was the one doing the whole thing. He simply oozed of confidence and strength, something I had forgotten how it looks. I could easily see women being attracted to this man as moths to flame. After all, he really was a flame, a type of flame I haven’t seen before. I was seating between my mom and Brian and Mike was seating right across me. I saw him looking, giving me the same look from a little while ago. Suddenly, it didn’t feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, all I wanted was his eyes on me, forever.
“So, sweetheart, the reason we are here tonight is because I have something important to tell you.” – Mom started, reaching out to Mike and grabbing his hand. As I saw the two holding hands on the table, I felt jealous....and I didn't know why, exactly. I took a deep breath and I turned to face her: “Go on, mom.”
I saw her squeezing his hand, looking at him and smiling, before she turned back to me: “Michael and I are engaged.”
She said this so ever softly, with a tone of satisfaction in her voice I haven’t heard before. I remained calm and seated, looking at my glass of water in front of me, slowly nodding my head. As if I was trying to act that I didn’t know anything and I was slowly absorbing the news.
Brian leaned in and put his hand on my shoulder: “Welcome to the family, little sister!” – He exclaimed, quite loudly, taking his glass and proposing a toast. I followed his lead, as I was taken aback, not by the engagement, but by the effect Daddy has on me. This would take a while to get used to, I thought as I sat back and let mom talk about the wedding.
Chapter 2
Dinner was fantastic, the food was great and Brian kept the conversation lively. I noticed Daddy staring at me a couple of times during dinner and every single time I’d catch him look, it would give me the same burning uncomfortableness from the first time. I couldn’t call it uncomfortableness as I was aware it wasn’t not: it was desire.
Brian tried to talk to me during dinner, obviously flirtatious with me, but I totally let him down. Not because h
e wasn’t attractive: he really was, but simply because his dad was way better.
After dinner, my new 'Daddy' took us home. He left us in front of the house, opening the door for us and everything. Such a perfect gentleman. He escorted us to the door and once again, extended his hand for a handshake. The minute I took his hand, I blushed. I swear he smiled. Daddy leaned in and kissed me on the cheek: “I’ll see you soon, Beth.” – He whispered as I stood frozen, completely unable to breathe or move.
His kiss was so soft, the hair from his beard guided on my face ever so gently. Daddy smelled divinely, like a real man should smell. As I turned around to open the door, his smell lingered around me and I closed my eyes in a bid to soak every little bit of it. As I closed the door behind me, I saw him leaning in and kissing mom. As he was faced towards the door, Daddy opened his eyes and looked straight at me. This act took my breath away as I kept standing behind the door, staring at him while he was making out with mom.
As he was leaving the porch, mom walked in and I immediately ran to the kitchen.
“Beth honey, do you want to talk about it?”
I showed up, carrying a glass of water: “I’m happy for you mom.”
She walked to me and hugged me. I hugged her back, closing my eyes and feeling his perfume on her. The smell took me back to the moment Daddy kissed my cheek and I tried to linger it in for as long as possible.
“Oh honey, are you okay? You never hug me like this?” – Mom asked, obviously worried.
“I’m fine, mom. I’m really happy for you. What’s next?”
“Well, tomorrow we go to his house to meet his friends. After that, the rehearsal dinner.” – I saw the spark mom had in her eyes, something I hadn’t seen for a very long time. I could understand how a man like Mike was able to bring fire to everyone, especially to someone like mom.
“Okay, I’m in. I’m going to bed now.”
“Goodnight baby.” – She leaned in and kissed my forehead.
I went upstairs to my bedroom, changed, brushed my teeth and went to bed. Not for a second had I stopped thinking about Daddy. I was a virgin and I knew very little of what arousal felt like, but at that moment, I was sure that was it.
As I climbed into bed under the covers, my new Daddy’s eyes came to mind: his look, his beard, his smell… As those images kept playing over and over in my head, I reached down, slowly inside my bottom pajamas and under my panties. I had no idea what I was doing, all I knew was my pussy was wet and it wanted to be touched. I used my right hand to slowly massage it, gently finding the sweet spot that needed rubbing and I obliged. With my eyes closed, thinking about my new Daddy, I was rubbing myself wishing it was him here with me. I rubbed faster and faster until I felt I was on the brink of the finish line after which I pressed harder and harder and in a second, I was lifted from the bed and carried somewhere above. The feeling of that orgasm can never be forgotten as it was sweet and powerful at the same time, but even sweeter because it was completely forbidden. I smiled at these thoughts as I turned around and fell asleep.
Chapter 3
The next day, it was Saturday. I laid in bed for a little while longer thinking about last night before I finally decided it was time to go downstairs. I took off my pajamas and put on a robe before I went out of my room and descended downstairs. Saturdays were normally mild in our house, mom was either out shopping or already cooking lunch, while I’d linger in between the living room and the garden until it was really time to get up and get dressed. This Saturday, was different.
As I walked into the living room with nothing but a robe, messy hair, no makeup and puffy eyes, I saw mom sitting with Brian and Daddy. It completely shook me up! She should’ve told me!
“Ah, there she is! Good morning, sleepyhead.” – Brian yelled, eyeing me from head to toe. I glanced in his direction, without saying a word but simply nodding my head. I’ve been nodding my head around him so much that he probably thinks I’m so nervous I can’t speak in front of him. Mom jumped out of the armchair, walking towards me with her arms stretched:
“Good morning sweetie! Let me fix you some breakfast.”
“Good morning mom.” – I whispered, accepting her hug.
“Brian, can you help me please?”
“Of course, Mrs. Hughes.” – Brian said, standing up and following mom to the kitchen.
“I’ve told you to call me…”
“Emma, sorry. I’ll get used to it though.”
As their voices drowned in the background, I kept standing still in the same exact place I was before they left the room. Daddy was sitting on the couch, having full view of myself, clearly enjoying himself.
He was leaned in on one side, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. I saw his eyes move from my toes up to my face and down again. He smiled, contently.
“Good Morning Beth. How did you sleep?” – He asked, glaring into my eyes. His gaze was so expressive, it made me feel as if he knew what I did last night. And, it made me blush from embarrassment. I quickly looked away before speaking: “Fine. How about yourself?”
He stood up and walked to me. I could hear his breathing as he was stepping into my personal space. With his right hand, he touched my chin ever so lightly, turning my head towards him, making me look at him. As I did, he smiled.
“You’re a good girl, Beth aren’t you?” – He whispered under his breath.
I felt the same exact fire lighting up in me again. Moreover, I felt the wetness between my legs gush and I was afraid he would be able to see it. I tried to look away but he was holding my chin more firmly now, not allowing me to move.
“Yes.” – I whispered, feeling the attraction, feeling my heavy breathing and noticing him realizing what was happening.
I was afraid he’d say something, I was scared he’d be offended but luckily he only smiled. As he did, he kept holding my chin and staring into my eyes, while he used his left hand to touch my right thigh: I felt his hand glide up, gently landing on my butt and squeezing tightly.
“Daddy needs you to be a good girl.” – He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I will be.” – I replied back while I heard mom yelling from the kitchen:
“Breakfast is ready!”
Chapter 4
The four of us sat in our kitchen eating pancakes together. Daddy behaved as if nothing happened, he was so loved up with my mom that I thought the event from our living room had only happened in my head. Whatever the whole “good girl” thing meant, I was ready and moreover, I only wanted to please him.
As I sat there looking at Daddy and eating my pancakes, I had completely forgotten about my step-brother, Brian who sat next to me, watching me eat.
“You are looking at him in a way you’re not supposed to.” – Brian leaned in and whispered in my ear. It was a wakeup call. I almost jumped out of my seat, turning around, feeling as if I was caught red-handed.
“What are you talking about Brian?” – I almost yelled, diverting my eyes away.
Brian smiled: “I’ve seen this before. He has that… influence on women. You’re not the first one. But, you have to get over it.”
“There is nothing to get over from.”
Brian leaned in, putting his hand on my knee, gently gliding his hand towards my pussy.
“What are you doing?” – I almost snapped, taking his hand and removing it from my leg.
“It’s simple. I like you Beth. We’re not related, step-sisters and step-brothers share no relation whatsoever. I think we’d make a great couple. What do you say?”
I looked at Daddy who was following my conversation with Brian closely, and replied: “Let me think about it.”
After breakfast, Daddy and Brian left and mom decided it was time to go shopping so we can prepare for the event tonight. She wanted to look her best, and I saw she was so much in love that she only wanted to impress his family. We went shopping, bought new dresses and even had our hair and makeup prof
essionally done. Apparently, Daddy was very well-off and all his friends and family were off the same caliber. Which meant, we simply had to look our best.
Mom wore this beautiful floor-length silverfish gown which complemented her eyes. Her hair was up in a very elegant bun, accenting her lean physique and beautiful neck. Me on the other hand, I wore this red, short dress, had my hair down and my makeup was “nearly there”, but enough to accent my eyes and lips. All in all, I was ready for Daddy’s looks.
He even had a car sent out for us to pick us up. The driver knocked on our door, opened the car door for us and took us to Daddy’s house.
“Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you this!” – Mom squeaked as if she was a teenager. Waving her hand into my face, I soon realized she was bragging with her engagement ring. And boy, she really had something to brag about! The ring was beyond beautiful and elegant, with the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!