by Lucy Lixx
“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 he 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 stepbrother, 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 stepbrothers 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 professionally 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!
“I’m happy for you mom!” – I said, leaning in and giving her a hug.
“I guess it’s all official now!” – She said, almost tearing up.
“Yes, and it’ll be okay! Now don’t cry you’ll ruin your makeup!”
As we arrived to his house, I realized Daddy really was a very rich and successful man. No wonder his charisma was simply drawing everyone in. His house was a mansion: huge but tastefully decorated. It looked like a Spanish mansion, warm, inviting and elegant. Brian was standing in front of the entrance, apparently waiting for us:
“Welcome ladies! Please allow me to escort you to the dining room.”
We smiled and we took Brian’s hand allowing him to escort us in. The mansion was truly breathtaking, I couldn’t stop admiring the architecture, the paintings, the walls… I heard mom laugh before she looked at me and whispered: “I was the same like you when I was here for the first time.”
As we entered the humongous dining room, I saw Daddy standing behind the head seat at the table. There were already a lot of guests, all elegant and dressed up, seated, waiting for us to arrive. As we walked in, mom went straight to Daddy who in return, walked to her, taking her hand and kissing it: “My beautiful bride!” – He declared, as everyone around the table gave them a round of applause.
I was still standing at the entrance, next to Brian, trying to take in the whole grandeur of this night. On the other hand, I couldn’t take my eyes off Daddy, who looked as if he was a movie star.
I completely forgot about Brian, until I felt his hand on my ass. I turned to him: “Take that hand away from me!” – I snapped, trying to keep it low. He smiled, leaning in and staring into my eyes. God, there was so much of his father in him and I knew Brian will grow to become the man that his dad was. But, for now, he was still just a boy. A very naughty boy.
As he leaned in, instead of removing his hand, he sneaked it in under my dress and into my panties, slowly massaging my pussy from behind.
“You can’t tell me this doesn’t feel good?”
As I was staring into his eyes, feeling the wetness, I thought there was no way to escape him now. Until:
“Beth! Please come over, I want you to meet everyone!”
I looked up and I saw Daddy, facing me with his arms outstretched. I confidently smiled, glaring at Brian: “It really doesn’t.” - With this, I walked towards Daddy, hugging him while the guests were applauding once again.
In the midst of the applause, what no one was able to hear, was Daddy’s words to me:
“Be a good girl don’t let him touch you. Save yourself for Daddy.”
I nodded and went to take my seat.
Chapter 5
I soon realized that in between the guests were a lot of people from our family. Namely, my grandparents, cousins, mom’s relatives which I didn’t know were going to be here tonight. We met Daddy’s family and it turned all of them were really nice people. His friends were high-class but they were also kind and good-spirited. The conversation at the table simply flowed and it felt good to be there that night.
Dinner was spectacular, there were so many courses and plates I stopped counting. But, everything was delicious.
Daddy was seated at the head of the table, with mom on his right hand. Brian was seated next to mom, and I was given the honorary seat on his left. During dinner, I felt him looking, staring at me even, and I was scared that someone else would notice. I had to control my gaze as I saw Brian closely monitoring what I was doing and simply sitting there and starring at his father.
Daddy on the other hand, behaved as if there was nothing happening. He drank, he offered a toast, and he laughed, talked, made small talk to everyone and was simply the star of the night. Mom was so bewitched by him; she didn’t notice anything. Brian on the other hand, either knew or had a feeling about us and it gave me a feeling of unease. I didn’t want mom to find out, especially since there really was nothing to be found out about. I was guilty about being so intensely attracted to Daddy but except for that, there was nothing going on.
As dessert was served, I felt Daddy’s hand on my right knee. He wasn’t looking at me though, he was talking to mom. His hand went up my thigh and on to my panties. He was so smooth, so gentle, I had to grab a glass in front of me and pretend I was drinking to try to hide what was going on under the table. I saw mom, talking to him, so normally. She had no idea Daddy was touching me under the table.
I leaned in and spread my legs. His hand slowly moved my panties aside and he was touching my pussy. I was getting wet and hot, I was already breathing heavily and I was terrified of someone actually finding out. As I looked at Brian, he was the only person from the whole table, staring at me. I realized he knew what was happening under the table, although I had no idea how.
Daddy continued talking to mom, he even leaned in to kiss her a few times. As he leaned in to her, he took his hand away from me which gave me a moment to pull myself together. As I thought it was all done, Daddy leaned in towards me, making small talk, asking silly questions while completely stuffing his fingers into me.
I was staring into his eyes, breathless, simply nodding and saying “yes” to everything he asked. His questions were referred to the dinner itself, was everything in order, did I like the house, would I mind living here, and so on and so forth.
His questions were not important, what mattered was what was happening under the table. I saw the hunger in his eyes and I saw he wanted to go rough and hard with me, but given the circumstances, he had to be gentle. My panties were pushed aside as I felt his hand gliding, up and down, slo
wly pressing that sweet spot before going down and pushing a finger inside me. I almost screamed and he pulled out his hand. He smiled, leaning in and whispering: “You are a good girl, Beth.”
I sat there, breathless, not knowing how to pull myself together. I was very aware of Brian’s look – he was gazing at me this whole time. I was avoiding his eyes intentionally, scared of being judged, scared of being found out. There was no escaping him, however hard I tried, I had to accept this family was soon to be mine and I’ll have to live with them. With that, I looked straight into Brian’s eyes, waiting for his reaction.
He sat across me. I could tell he was surprised by my look but he pulled himself together and smiled.
Right after this, Daddy stood up and asked everyone to get outside on the balcony, where he said he had a special surprise awaiting.
As all the guests got up and walked outside the huge terrace, I saw the decorations and the chairs all lined up. Huge bouquets of roses were everywhere, making the terrace look like a fairytale venue. The chairs were lined up from both sides of the balcony, as the middle was decorated with a very romantic carpet made out of rose petals. The carpet was leading to the very end of the balcony where the biggest wreath of flowers stood, tall enough for two people to stand below it. And then, it dawned on me: Daddy had prepared this whole thing so they can get married that same night.
As guests stepped out and all of them where taken aback by the view, Daddy came forth and asked all of them to be seated. He took my mom’s hand and it the most romantic gesture I’ve ever seen, he kneeled in front of everybody, looking into her eyes, asking her to marry him, right there and then.