A few minutes later, Alex turned onto the street where my home was—I guess he wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible so he didn’t need to feel guilty anymore, or he just needed more time to think up some excuses. I don’t care anymore. I just wanted to go inside and cry.
I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand quickly while Alex stopped the car by the pavement. As quickly as I could, I opened the door and dove outside.
“See ya.” I let out and slammed the door shut loudly. I glanced over my shoulder as I ran up towards the door, seeing Alex drive off like nothing had happened. Fucking bastard.
Suddenly all the emotions that I had been bottling up came oozing out and I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. I rushed inside and closed the door behind me, leaning my back against it and slowly sliding down onto the floor while massive tears streamed down my cheeks.
“What did I do to deserve this?” I whimpered quietly. “I don’t understand…”
I thought everything was perfect, that he was finally going to propose, but… Instead he threw our relationship into the gutter, all for that bitch.
Between sniffles, I started to wipe the tears off my cheeks with the sleeve of my shirt, and I realized that there were sounds coming from the living room—someone was still awake. I stood up on shaky legs and calmed myself down, so I wouldn’t have to cry in front of anyone.
After removing my shoes and coat, I slowly crept towards the sounds. That’s when I could hear something else than just the TV—the sound of people chattering. I could recognize the voice of my stepfather Ethan as I closed in on the living room, but the other voices were unknown to me—for now.
Knowing that Ethan was awake made me feel better immediately, because he always made me feel better—taking care of me as if I was his own child. Sometimes I wished that I was… but sometimes I didn’t. Those thoughts were usually more intimate.
I couldn’t explain it, but there was something between us, something that I had never felt with Alex. Maybe it was love? Now that Alex and I were over, I could consider my true feelings for Ethan—without feeling guilty. Fuck, I need to stop thinking about Alex.
I stepped into the hallway and silently walked across it, but the moment I reached the living room arch, Ethan spotted me.
“Oh heey, Kat!” He greeted me from his armchair, swishing a drink in his hand. His cheeks were rosy and a big smile was plastered on his face—he looked like he was enjoying himself.
“Good evening.” I answered nervously, glancing around the room at my stepfather’s company. There was only one man and our eyes met for a moment, before his gaze wandered down across my body. I blushed slightly, wondering if he was checking me out.
I walked towards the man and gave a friendly wave while I sat down on the backrest of the sofa, letting my feet dangle over the air as I glanced around the room. Judging from the empty chip bags and beer bottles, it seemed like they’d been having a guy’s night.
The man only nodded and smiled faintly at me without a word, before turning his head away and continuing to drink his beer. I wanted to know more about him, because I hadn’t seen him before and he had caught my interest, but his stance was closed off.
“So… What are you guys doing?” I asked curiously, watching my stepfather’s bright blue drink intensely. Weird color for a drink.
“Just watching a movie.” My stepfather answered, leaning forward in his chair and resting his elbows against his knees. “Did you have fun with Alex?” He added, glancing back at me with curious eyes.
Ugh, why does he always need to be so nosy?
“Yeah…” I mumbled and turned my head away, staring blankly at the bookshelf.
I crossed my arms across my chest and hoped that Ethan would just drop it there. I was home early after all—it was only 11pm—and he might already know that something was up. He looked at me suspiciously, tracing his finger around the edges of the glass for a moment, before leaning back in his chair and taking a sip.
“Want to join?” He asked, waving his hand towards a table filled with beer and snack bowls.
“Can I really?” I asked with a smirk. He never let me touch his drink cupboard normally.
“Sure, why not? You just came from a party, right?” He asked in a care–free tone. “So why not continue?”
The man in the sofa raised his hand and waved his beer towards me. “Do you like beer?” He asked.
Truth is, I didn’t—but I wanted to fit in with the guys either way.
“I’m fine, but I could still join you guys!” I said cheerfully as I slid downwards into the seat.
The man next to me turned his gaze back towards the TV, which he concentrated heavily on. I waited patiently for my stepfather to look back at me, so that I could catch his attention—and maybe ask him to make me a drink.
The men talked loudly—almost screaming—between themselves, judging the movie for being “stupid” and “unrealistic”. The movie might be bad, but they still seemed to derive a great deal of joy from just dissing it. I guess that’s one way to enjoy a movie.
Finally, my stepfather turned his head and our eyes met, giving me the perfect opportunity.
“Can you make me one too?” I asked, nodding at the blue drink in his hand.
Ethan stood up immediately, with an excited look on his face. “Sure!” He said, setting his glass down on the table. “What will ya have?”
“Uhm… Same as you?”
My suggestion was met by a roaring laughter from Ethan, and a muffled chuckle from his friend.
“Are you sure?” My stepfather asked as he walked across the room towards the drink cabinet.
“Yeah!” I said stubbornly. “It looks good.”
“Alrighty then.”
My stepfather stood with his back towards me, bottles clicking loudly as he poured a mixture of liquids into a short, stubby glass. I turned towards the stranger, letting my eyes wander over his rough features and stubbled chin.
“So what’s your name?” I asked in a friendly tone. The man swallowed a sip of his drink before turning towards me, and looked at me with a furrowed brow.
“You don’t remember me?” He asked confusedly.
I squirmed in my seat awkwardly, feeling my cheeks blush. Honestly, I didn’t remember him, and I had no idea who he could be.
“Uhm… no.” I confessed.
“Rick!” He let out. “We met last year on that boat trip.” Immediately, my head became filled with images of our fishing trip last year. I did know Rick—of course! I had totally forgotten about that!
“Oh yeaaah!” I blurted out cheerfully. “Rick! It’s you!” Suddenly I was ashamed—how could I have forgotten about Rick? I had been so attracted to him back then, and now it was all coming back to me. I wonder if he’s still packing those abs that he had back then… I thought quietly, biting my lip. God, I love older men who know their shit.
Just when I was starting to feel hot all over, Ethan popped up next to me, blue drink in hand.
“Here you go.” He said as he extended his arm.
“Thanks!” I chirped and grabbed the cold glass, swishing the ice cubes around in the glass. As I raised the cup to my nose and inhaled, I could feel the strong scent of alcohol that rose from it. This will be strong.
As soon as the blue liquid hit the tip of my tongue, I could recognize the taste of blueberries. Immediately afterwards, I could taste something else—something strong, which burned my mouth and tongue. I swallowed it as fast as I could, coughing loudly afterwards, but the burn didn’t disappear.
“What the hell is this?” I coughed, my mouth feeling irritated and raw.
My stepfather and Rick laughed loudly, amused by my suffering.
“It’s blueberry vodka.” Rick cackled with a wide smile on his face.
“Don’t you like it?” My stepfather asked from across the room.
I glanced over at him, seeing the wicked grin on his face. I guess they were used to the taste, but they definitely knew t
hat I wouldn’t be!
“Way too strong…” I mumbled, placing my blue throat–killer on the table in front of me. “I thought it was going to be mild!”
Ethan scoffed. “Because it’s blue?” He asked, making me feel a little bit stupid. I guess I had expected something tropical, just because of the color.
“Whatever.” I played it off. “I’m going to get some water.”
I stood up and walked across the room, seeing Rick grab my drink and take a sip from it, smacking his lips enjoyably as it went down. Men always have to show off… I smiled softly and hurried on through the corridor, into the kitchen.
As I opened the refrigerator and grabbed myself a jar of ice cold water, I suddenly noticed how silent it had become. I could no longer hear my stepfather’s and Rick’s voices, nor could I hear the TV—which had been blasting at full volume just a moment ago.
I sneaked back through the corridor, which was lit up by the TV—which means they were still watching something, but without sounds. I peeked around the arch of the living room, gasping quietly when I saw the screen. They were watching porn!
Rick seemed unfazed by my coming back, and continued staring at the busty, blonde woman riding a huge cock on the telly. Ethan, on the other hand, looked at me with a guilty expression on his face.
“Should I leave you two alone with your… entertainment?” I giggled.
“Rick wanted to change the channel, if you don’t mind…” My stepfather defended himself. I didn’t really mind them watching porn, it just felt a little bit… odd. I might as well stay and see what the fuzz is all about. I thought as I walked slowly back to the sofa and sat down. This time I had something better to drink—ice cold water.
Rick’s and Ethan’s stances seemed to have changed—they weren’t just watching the TV, they were staring at it. They weren’t even talking anymore. It was as if they were under a spell…
“She looks so… fake. How can you like that?” I had to ask after a moment, bothered by the unnatural roundness and perkiness of the star’s breasts.
“Well…” Rick looked over at me and raised one hand, pointing at my chest. “Boobs, you know?” He added with a sheepish grin.
I looked down at my own cleavage and noticed that I had been unintentionally revealing a bit too much than I should have. Oops… I had no idea I’d been showing that much when I sat down. No wonder Rick had been checking me out earlier!
Feeling a little bit frisky, I decided to play around with him a little bit. I pressed my elbows together, making my breasts squeeze together and almost pop out of my shirt. “Wouldn’t you prefer these over hers?” I asked coyly.
Rick’s eyes locked on me, and the expression on his face was priceless. I glanced up and noticed Ethan giving me a sharp look, but he didn’t say anything about it.
“Y–yeah…” Rick confessed. “I would.”
“Come on, man.” Ethan laughed.
“What can I say?” Rick blurted out. “She’s hot, and her boobs… just look at them!” He suddenly reached out and placed his hand on top of my breast, cupping it gently. Did that just happen? I thought and let out a surprised gasp. I could feel a strange tingle shoot through my body.
The room fell silent for a moment, as if Rick was processing something in his mind. He looked down at his hand, then up at my eyes, and I smiled at him. Suddenly, he pulled his hand back as fast as he could.
“Sorry…” He mumbled quietly. “I didn’t mean to.”
“That’s okay.” I laughed, blushing slightly. “I think I made my point.” I wasn’t threatened by Rick’s touch—in fact, I wanted more. It had been so long since Alex touched me like that… And it felt so good.
I looked up at my stepfather, worried that he might be upset with me and Rick for flirting, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. On the other hand, he was being unusually silent—but the unreadable expression on his face made it impossible for me to guess what he was thinking.
As I stared at him, thoughts started racing in my head. Thoughts of… me exposing myself for him, and him caressing my soft, young breasts. I shook my head, trying to shake those thoughts out of my head—they didn’t belong there. But wouldn’t you prefer if it was Ethan’s strong hands touching you? The voice in my head whispered.
I had fantasized about his touch many times before, wondering what it would feel like. Is he soft and gentle? I pondered to myself. Or hard and rough? A part of me wanted to ask him—to suggest it—but I was afraid of rejection.
My slit felt wet and I was becoming hot all over as I thought more about my stepfather, and I felt the urge to go take a long, hot shower—accompanied by my little friend that was safely hidden in the very back of my nightstand drawer. I glanced over the men, taking in the features of the rugged faces. I wonder what it would be like to have sex with both of them.
With a shake of my head, I jerked out of my thoughts and realized that my water cup was already empty. Maybe I can use that as an excuse to go upstairs… but then again, why would I need an excuse? I stood up from the sofa, glass in hand, and started walking towards the corridor.
“Where ya goin’?” Ethan asked, looking up at me with calm, curious eyes.
I walked quickly across the room, turning my head as I answered him. “I’ll just go refill my glass.” I explained. “Do you want some?”
“Nah…” He answered slowly—as if he was hesitant to answer—glancing between me and Rick. “I’m all right.”
As I set my glass down on the kitchen counter—internally choosing between going to shower, or going back to join my stepfather and Rick in the living room—I suddenly heard steps right behind me. I turned my head quickly, seeing a dark figure standing in the darkness. I got scared for a moment and turned my body slowly, but soon realized that it was just Ethan.
“Damn…” I mumbled, laughing in relief. “You scared me!”
Without responding, he started to walk towards me slowly, tracing his fingers along the wooden counter as he closed in on me. He seemed relaxed and confident, but there was a look in his eyes that I hadn’t seen before.
“Did you drink one too many?” I asked with a chuckle, observing his strange behavior. He didn’t seem drunk at all just a moment ago…
“You let Rick come at you, but you don’t let me?” He asked suddenly, stopping right in front of me.
I felt confused. What does he mean by that? “N–no…” I stuttered, leaning backwards against the counter unintentionally. “I don’t.” Is he jealous? I didn’t take him for the jealous type.
“Why did you let him touch you then?” Ethan asked sternly.
“Why are you asking?” I avoided his question, but it slowly started to dawn on me. “…do you want to touch me too?”
As if pulled by a magnet, his gaze wandered down—onto my cleavage. I guess that’s a yes. I thought to myself. …but there’s only one way to find out. I lifted my hands to my breasts and pressed them together gently, amusedly watching my stepfather, who was unable to lift his eyes off my chest. I can’t believe it was that easy. Is this what guys like?
This was it—the perfect moment that I’d been waiting for. Finally, it was about to happen. After a short moment’s hesitation, Ethan leaned forward and his hand landed on my breast, cupping it softly.
“Wow.” He mumbled, curiously squeezing and fondling with my breast. “They’re much firmer than I expected.”
I giggled at his comment. “Firmer than mums?” I had to ask.
Ethan’s eyes shot open, looking seriously back at me. “You can’t ever tell her about this.” He said. “All right?”
“Of course I won’t tell her.” I snorted. “We should probably try to be quiet, though…” I added, pointing my finger up the stairs. “Or she might hear us.”
Ethan nodded but stood silent for a moment. “Hear what, exactly?” He asked.
“This.” I whispered and moved my hand onto his crotch, rubbing it firmly.
“Ahh…” he let out in a quiet gasp, pu
tting his hand on mine. “Maybe you should take it out.” He added. “Get a proper feel.”‘
His breath felt hot against my ear as I bent down and unzipped his pants. As I pulled down the zipper, I could feel a sting of erotic excitement—something that I hadn’t felt for a very long time. My pussy was wet already, its moist lips rubbing together pleasurably as I moved.
With a hungry mind, I fondled his bare cock eagerly. It was hard as a rock, throbbing rapidly as his body pumped blood at high speed. My long fingers wrapped around his shaft and started to do long, tight strokes.
“Oh, Katie.” Ethan groaned.
His hand reached around my head and found itself entwined in my hair, pulling it slightly. I leaned forward, inhaling the sweet scent of the pre–cum that made the head of his rod glisten.
I shut my eyes as I closed in, letting his stiff cock penetrate my soft, wet lips. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could, tracing it along his shaft and coating it in my saliva.
Ethan’s hand gripped my hair tighter and he moaned pleasurably. Gently, he started to push my head back and forth, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth. I moaned loudly, happily allowing it.
A sudden sound—the creaking of wood—startled me, and my eyes shot open. I could see Rick standing in the doorway. He stared at me with big eyes, sporting a large, protruding erection in his pants. After a short moment, his hand reached down and started to rub his cock.
I didn’t care about the sudden interruption—in fact, the thought of Rick watching was only making me hornier.
“Mmm, yeah baby.” I moaned against Ethan’s cock. “You like that?” I asked, sucking down harder.
“Just like that.” He groaned, his fingernails scraping against my scalp as his muscles tensed.
I felt more turned on than I ever had in my entire life, despite how forbidden the whole situation was. Or should I say… especially because of that. I knew that my mother could wake up at any moment and walk downstairs, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to please Ethan, and judging from the sounds he was making, I was succeeding.
Ethan took a staggering step backwards, letting his cock slide out of my mouth.
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