by Candy Quinn
So it was on my seventeenth birthday that I started to pay more attention to Michael. He’d helped me out with my homework for two years, taken me to swim training twice a week for over a year (and I got to see his body at the pool!), and had just generally been there for me. One night that was mortifying and embarrassing for me, I couldn’t keep the tears from flowing, and he had simply wrapped up my shoulders and held me tightly for, like, twenty minutes. He didn’t say anything, but he was just there and supportive. I thought that was sweet, though in retrospect, I wish I hadn’t let myself get that way to begin with.
Mum, of course, took him for granted, but that he hadn’t left, or didn’t show any signs of being unhappy, stuck with me. He seemed genuinely invested in taking care of me, and looking after the household. He even took care of Mum when she got drunk and nasty.
It was when I started paying attention to him that I noticed he would occasionally look at me. It would be a quick, darting glance. Our eyes would meet and then in an instant his would be back down at his paper, or back on the television, as if the stolen glance had never happened.
I suppose that was when I started to get really interested. Not only was I still an innocent maiden, as it were, but I was also of an age where my body was pretty much nearly fully developed… and as such, hormones, and nature’s course, were impressing upon me. No, scratch that. They were screaming at me to go out and get some.
I found myself thinking about him more and more, enjoying our glance-game, and as a result, growing closer to my step-father.
“Allie!” I was snatched out of reverie. “Breakfast!”
“Coming!” I yelled, my voice cracking. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth, passing him in the corridor on the way.
“You’ll like what I’ve made today,” he said as I put toothpaste on my brush.
“I know I will, Daddy.” I froze, putting my hand to my mouth. Shit! I’d never called him that before. It had just totally slipped out.
“Uh,” he said, pausing, awkward.
“Um, give me a minute, yeah? I’ll be right out.”
“Of course, Allie,” he said. “Sure.”
* * *
Breakfast was delicious, but awkward. We didn’t talk much, but did catch eyes a few times. Michael had made a pancake sandwich with blueberry jam and a bit of cream in the middle.
I told him it was more similar to a dessert than a healthy, nutritious breakfast. He said with Mum gone, that we could treat ourselves a bit. I laughed, but we didn’t talk much after that.
Of course, then I was out to work. I worked at the local bookshop, just a brick and mortar store stuck in between the online revolution and those who liked their paperbacks.
When I got home, Michael was on the floor of the kitchen, with the over door open, and strewn all around him were bits and pieces of black metal.
“What’s going on?” I asked, and he looked up at me, sighing.
“I was going to do us a fancy roast tonight.”
“Mm, sounds delicious.”
“But… the oven gave out.”
“What do you mean, the oven gave out?” I asked, hoisting myself up onto the counter and swinging my legs.
“It just stopped working. I was getting ready to pre-heat the damn thing, and I heard a faint splutter… so I turned it off, couldn’t smell any gas. So I checked the gas, that’s all fine and the tank is still half-full. Looks like there’s a problem with the internal nozzle.”
“Uh, okay,” I said. “And you can fix that?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. But I’m giving it the old college try.”
“What if you cause a gas leak?”
“Allie,” he said. “I turned off the gas flow.”
“So what are we going to do for dinner?”
“You remember Nick?”
“Kind of. Your buddy, right?”
“Yeah, well he’s coming around and I asked him to grab a couple of pizzas.”
“You two going to play cards again?” I asked. Whenever Mum was gone… though I can’t say I blamed my step-father.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’m going out, then.”
Michael sat up, and swiveled around on the ground to look at me, his arms resting on his knees. “I’m sorry?”
“I’m going out to meet Janet.”
“Your mother said you weren’t to go out with Janet anymore.”
“Oh, come on, Michael! It was just one time.”
“Your Mum reckons she’s a bad influence on you.”
“I think I’m old enough to not be influenced.”
“Well, you’d be wrong there. Anyway, sorry, but I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Daddy!” I whined, before cupping my mouth in shock for the second time that day. What was going on with me? For the last five years I’d never called him that, and now twice today?
“Uh,” he stammered, and then apparently decided to ignore it. “Last time you got into a car with her while she was drunk, and you let her drive! No is no.”
“But we’re not drinking!” I said, practically pleading with the man. “Come on. I won’t be home late. Let me go out and have some fun while you have some fun at home.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but then narrowed his eyes. “Ah, I see.”
“See what?” I asked, before it hit me. I grinned at him. “I’m not saying anything, but what Mum doesn’t know, she doesn’t know.”
“Fine, fine. You go out then, but you stay safe, okay?” He got up and touched the side of my arm almost unconsciously, before pulling his hand quickly away. “And Mum doesn’t find out any of this.” He couldn’t help himself; he smirked.
“It’s a deal,” I said, still grinning. “Enjoy the pizzas and gambling!” I swung off the counter and went to my room to get changed.
“You’re not going to eat with us?”
“Not after your breakfast this morning! The female metabolism is slower than the male’s.”
“Right,” I heard him say. I could just picture him, shaking his head, hands in his pockets, wondering if he was making a mistake.
It had never occurred to me to use the times when he had his friends over against him. Gambling, drinking… it was so obvious!
* * *
It was well past one in the morning when I got home. I rather hoped that Michael wouldn’t remember that I had said I wouldn’t be home late. Janet dropped me off, and got out of the car to walk me to the door. This time, she hadn’t had more than two drinks the whole night, which was good. I never actually got mad at her for drink driving the last time, but probably should have.
She left her new boy-of-the-moment in the car, and he played some game on his phone in the front seat.
“Kiss me,” she said before we’d reached the front door to my building.
“What?” I asked, laughing. “No!”
“Come on, put on a show with me.”
“For what?”
“Him!” she said, jerking her head back toward the car.
“Why?” I asked. “It’s not like he’s going anywhere.”
“Come on,” she hissed. “Just do it.”
“Fine,” I said. “But he’s not even looking.”
Janet bent down and picked up a piece of gravel, and then tossed it at her car.
“You’ll scratch it, you idiot.”
“That piece of shit? I don’t care.” When she was satisfied that her new boy was watching, she grabbed hold of me by the waist and kissed me hard. I didn’t really enjoy kissing girls, but whatever, she drove me home so I owed her, I guess.
“Thanks,” she said, grinning at me. We said our goodbyes, and I watched her walk back to her car, a swing in her step.
That girl, I thought to myself, shaking my head. She was seriously a freak.
When I got inside the apartment, I announced my presence. Usually safe to do that, I thought to myself. “Michael, I’m home.”
“It’s late!” I heard hi
m say. I could hear music playing, and the smell of pizza made my stomach growl. “Get some pizza in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”
Well, I wasn’t about to pass that up. He didn’t seem to care that I was late, too, which was great. I did as I was told, and brought out a couple of beers for Michael and his friend. But when I reached the living room, I saw that there were another two men there I didn’t recognize.
“I only brought two cans,” I said, putting them on the table. They had a pretty pro setup going… chips with different colors, and a pile of cash in the middle of the table.
“You never told us Allie was so gorgeous,” one of the men said, and I rolled my eyes.
“Come on, Jack.”
“Sorry, Mike, but she is. Nice to meet you Allie. I’m Jack, and this here is Ollie. We’re all old friends.”
“Right,” I said, making a show of my distaste, but really not minding the attention. Not at all.
“Hey, boys,” I decided to say. “Nice to meet you all.”
“Alright, Allie,” Michael said. I swooned. Was he being… protective of me? Was he getting jealous? Perhaps it was the hour. Perhaps it was that I had had a few drinks. I wasn’t sure, but I put my paper plate down, pizza untouched, and stood in between Jack and Ollie. “Mind if I play?” I put each hand on a shoulder, and grinned at my step-father.
“Allie!” Michael shouted, getting up and dragging me into the kitchen by my arm. He slammed the door behind us, and whirled on me. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Nothing!” I shouted back. “Your friends are creeps.”
“They’ve been drinking, and so have you, by the looks of it.”
“Shut up, Michael,” I said, looking away.
“Allie, what’s going on? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong.” I crossed my arms. Really, I didn’t know what I was doing. All of a sudden I was just so caught up with emotion, with conflict and turmoil.
“It doesn’t look or sound like it to me. Come on,” he said, pulling out a chair. “Sit down and talk to me.”
“What about your friends?”
“The boys can take care of themselves.”
“Fine,” I said, but I didn’t sit down. “But you’re not going to like it.”
“What?”
“I want you.”
Michael simply coughed. That checked him good.
“I want you,” I repeated, nodding. “And you’d be a liar if you said you didn’t want me, too.”
“Woah, hold on here, Allie!” Michael blurted, putting his hands to his chest. “What are you talking about?”
“Come on, don’t play dumb with me. I know it, you know it. The question is: Will you do something about it?”
“No! Of course not. You’re my step-daughter.”
“Fine, then maybe Ollie will. Or maybe Jack will. He seems ready to go.”
“Nobody out there is laying a hand on you!” Michael was breathing heavily now. I kind of liked it that he was getting so protective of me. I walked toward him and sat on his lap. “Wait—”
“Shut up, Michael.”
“Get off me, Allie.”
“But… Daddy…” I pressed my forehead against his, looking into his eyes. I wanted him, and Mum was gone. I knew that much. Everything else was just a gambit; reckless.
“Daddy, please,” I begged. “I know you like me, too. Don’t you, Daddy?”
“Allie—”
“Don’t you, Daddy?”
He sighed, but didn’t say anything. My heart skipped a beat. I lowered my head to his neck, kissed him a few times. I could smell his cologne, by now faint, and could smell him beneath it.
“Daddy,” I whispered, taking his ear lobe into my mouth. I bit it hard, and he yelped, pulling his head back.
“Allie, what is with you?”
“You. You are with me. Every night, every day, you’re always in my mind. I’ve wanted you for some time now, Daddy. I’ve never had a boyfriend before, because I need a man like you. Come on, you can do this. I know you want to do this.”
“Oh, God,” he mumbled, and I knew that I had pulled the first support. The rest of his inhibition would come crumbling down soon enough.
Frantically, I began working at his buckle. He made a half-hearted attempt to stop me, but never really tried to. Unbuckled, unzipped, I saw the lump in his briefs, and it only reaffirmed my conviction. I pushed my hand through the flap and pulled his cock out, gasping as I did so.
“You’re so big, Daddy,” I breathed. “Would you mind if I?”
He didn’t speak, but nodded instead. I got off his knees and pushed them apart, kneeling in between them. His cock was big… dripping pre-cum and hard as an iron bar. Who did he think he was kidding, telling me this was wrong? It was so right, and he knew it! His body knew it!
I took his cock head into my mouth, sucking on it hard. He groaned, leaning back in the chair, and I knew that I had him. I began to bob up and down slowly on his rigid manhood, taking him as deep down my throat as I could.
“Oh, Jesus, Allie,” he groaned. He touched the top of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and then began to guide me up and down faster on his swollen girth.
“Mmm,” I moaned around his cock, swirling my tongue against the underside of his tip.
“Your Daddy likes that,” he said, his voice hoarse. I liked that he said that. I grasped his cock with my hand and began to jerk him, pumping him up and down to the rhythm of my bobs. I’d never sucked on a cock so large before.
I thought forward to when he would inevitably fuck me. What would it feel like to have something so large inside me? Did I dare tell him that I was a virgin? Oh, sure, I’d fingered myself. I’d stuffed three fingers inside me. I’d fucked myself with a cucumber before (I never told anybody about that). But I’d never had a man fuck me before. And I’d never had something as large as his cock inside me before.
My heart was racing, and I worked him for all that I was worth, blowing him like how I’d seen porn stars blow their well-endowed colleagues. Saliva dribbled out of my mouth, and the sounds of my slurping filled the small kitchen, bouncing off the tiles.
“Yeah, baby,” he encouraged, pushing my head farther down, forcing his manhood deeper down the back of my throat. I had to try to hold it open, so that he didn’t make me gag. I didn’t want to cough and splutter, face red, all over his penis.
I started to pump him faster, and he just groaned appreciatively, leaning back in the chair, legs extended on either side of me. As far as I was concerned, I was giving him the best damned blow job of his whole fucking life!
“Wait, wait!” he said, pulling me off him. “Wow, no.”
“No, what?” I cried. He wasn’t about to start that foolishness about this being wrong again, was he?
“I need to ask you something.”
“What?” I asked, still pumping his cock. I realized that I’d need more than an extra knuckle to touch my forefinger with my thumb around his manhood.
“Will you take off your clothes for me?”
I grinned at him. “Sure, Daddy,” I whispered, getting up and slipping my shoulders out of my dress. It fell to the floor in a puddle of soft fabric. I unclasped my bra, letting my breasts fall free, and he simply stared, eating up the sight of me.
“You take off my panties, Daddy,” I said, stepping out of the pool of clothing, once again positioning myself in between his legs. He didn’t miss a beat. His hands were at the elastic, and he slid it gradually over my bum, pulling my panties down my legs while pressing his face against my mound and taking a deep breath.
“Daddy likes the way you smell,” he breathed. I lifted a foot up to he could pull my panties off, and I saw that I’d left him a big wet mark. “And Daddy likes that you’re so wet for him.”
“What about you?” I asked. He nodded, and began to unbutton his shirt. Now it was my turn to eat up the sight of him, and it didn’t disappoint! I always knew that he had a good body, but had never re
ally realized how good until now. Toned, slim yet muscular. The man kept himself fit!
He stood up down, holding me against him, his cock sandwiched in between us, and he kissed me. It was gentle at first, maybe even tentative, but once our tongues touched it was a spark set ablaze. I kissed him hard, pushed my tongue inside his mouth, wanted to touch every bit of him, taste every bit of him, and he did the same to me.
We held each other, kissing, his hands kneading my supple flesh everywhere, his cock twitching and throbbing in between us. And then he broke the kiss, and pressed downward on my shoulders. I grinned, getting to my knees, but before I could take his manhood into my mouth, he put a finger under my chin and made me look up at him.
“I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do, okay?”
“Okay, Daddy,” I said, eagerly nodding my head.
“You’re going to suck me off.”
“Okay.”
“I’m going to come inside that pretty little mouth of yours.”
I nodded.
“And then I’m going to share you.”
What?
“Did you hear me, Allie?”
“Share me?” I asked.
“With the boys outside. After you suck me off, you’re going to suck them off, one by one, while I fuck your beautiful pussy. And you’re not going to come until they’ve all come. Then, we’re going to come together.”
“Daddy,” I began, not sure if he was being serious. I have to admit, I wasn’t super opposed to the idea. I’d had dreams before about being with two men, sucking one off while another takes me from behind, but I never thought I’d ever actually do that in my lifetime!
“It’ll be fine,” he said, touching the side of my face. “Trust me.”
“Okay,” I whispered. I took his cock into my mouth and began to jerk him hard, suck on him like I had before. I was determined to bring him around, determined to pleasure him.
“Yeah,” he groaned, his hand once again finding the back of my head. I bobbed up and down on his rod, pumped his shaft, squeezed my hand hard and made sure to rub my tongue against the back of his bell.
With my free hand, I cupped his balls, played with them, and massaged them. He started to buck his hips forward, and then his other hand was at the back of my head. He held my head still, and I looked up at him, up his great body. Our eyes met, and I knew what he wanted. I nodded.