by Sophia Taboo
In the last year or so it had become impossible not to notice an increase in the frequency of visits that my group of girlfriends had made to my home. In the past, the norm had always been for us girls to plan our get togethers on a kind of unspoken rotation, taking turns as to whose parents home would next be bombarded by the giggling bunch of boy-crazy teenagers. In the more recent months it had however felt to have been a while since myself and my friends had gathered at any home aside from my own. This in itself posed no problem at all as my mom loved having the girls under my roof and would often spoil them with sneaky offerings of a cheeky glass of wine. As far as mothers went she was extremely open minded and often lent a trusting ear to the odd tales of woe that some of the girls might have had. These tales were usually incidents or experiences that they were unable to speak to their own mothers about. I loved and adored my mom for this attribute and I knew that my friends envied me for having a parent that didn't rule my impressionable teenage years with a whip and an iron fist. What was beginning to trouble me though was the real reason my friends were choosing to gather at my home. A reason that was becoming abundantly clearer and clearer. The increase in the frequency of my girlfriends visits was due to my home also being the home of Carl! Carl, my step-father, the forty-two year old man that was married to my mother and the man that had raised me as if I was his own, since I was a toddler.
Chapter 2
"Oh my God, Alexa, how the hell do you cope?" This was the question that had been posed to me the previous weekend by my best friend Georgia, as our usual group of girlfriends lay in the sun next to the pool in my garden.
"How do I cope with what?"
"Come on, are you kidding? Have you not once noticed how smoking hot your step-dad is?" It had not only been Georgia that stared at me expectantly, waiting for my answer--the other two girls stared in waiting too.
"What? You mean Carl?"
"No dumb-ass, I mean your other step-dad! Of course I mean Carl. Just look at him over there painting the window shutters. Please don't try telling any of us that you've never drooled, watching him with his shirt off? Watching those muscles of his ripple and gleam with perspiration?"
"If that is the place to where your mind wanders, then you my friend, are one sick puppy. That is my step-dad that you're so openly leering at. And no, I've never looked at him in a sexual way before. Not ever." To be honest, I wasn't too sure of whether or not to laugh my friends comment off or to give considerable attention to the shock that I felt jolt through my body.
"I for one will admit that I've fantasized often about what his cock looks like and in my fantasies it's magnificent." This open truth was blurted from the mouth of Sabrina, another friend of mine that lay next to Georgia.
I could feel my astonished mouth gape wider, searching for the right words to say, when the other of my friends, Lucy, added her own thoughts to the conversation.
"I agree with Sabrina and the thoughts I have make me so ridiculously wet that I have to touch myself for hours, imagining that it's Carl touching me and licking me. Honestly? I'd fuck him in a heartbeat."
"Are you girls serious or are you just taking the piss to gauge my reaction?" There was however little doubt in my mind that my friends were indeed dead serious. This was made evident to me by the flush of color that had risen to their cheeks and their undeniably erect nipples straining against the light fabric of their bikini tops. Not to mention the hungry way in which all three of them were now staring at Carl. I was at a complete loss for words, having personally, never once looked at Carl in any light other than that of my step-father and my mothers husband.
I couldn't deny not having heard my friends speak in a suggestive manner about Carl before, but never had they ever been quite so lewd or sexually blatant.
Fuck him in a heartbeat? Seriously? Reflecting on how outspoken the girls had been left me feeling distinctly uncomfortable, but what became more uncomfortable in the days that followed the conversation at the pool, were my own thoughts and the direction in which they drifted with my step-father in mind.
Chapter 3
Forcing my thoughts back to the present moment as I lay on my bed writing my journal, it was a vivid image of my step-daddy's face that filled my mind as the brush of the gentle breeze continued to harden my bare nipples. My breath caught in startled surprise as a heated rush of desire spread right through me, undulating its way from the swell of my breasts down through my belly before settling in a pool of wetness between my legs. Slipping my hand beneath the elasticated waist of my panties I allowed my fingers to gently caress my pussy, stunned to discover that it was his hand, my daddy's hand that I was imagining, rather than my own. There was not one aspect of my thoughts or my actions that added up to make any sense. Carl had been my step-dad for most of my life, he had helped raise my, he had been the man that had taught my to ride a bicycle.. This is beyond ridiculous, Alexa. Put an immediate end to these inappropriate erotic thoughts. I continued to silently chastise myself with these words for days until finally I felt confident that it was merely a phase that I had gone through. A brief phase that thankfully appeared to eventually have run its course.
Chapter 4
"Alexa, honey, can you come downstairs for a moment, Carl and I have something to tell you."
It was the day before my eighteenth birthday and the voice that called for me was my mothers. With boundless excitement, I raced down the stairs to the living room where my mom and step-father waited for me. I felt certain that what they wanted to tell me had something to do with the birthday surprise that I knew they had been planning.
"What's up mom?" I asked, trying my level best to appear oblivious to having any notion of what they were about to tell me.
"Well, it's a big day for you tomorrow and we have little doubt that you've been wondering what we're going to be giving you."
"Is it a puppy?" I teased, giggling, but secretly hoping that this was not the case.
"No angel, puppies are for little girls and tomorrow you're becoming a woman." The way in which Carl spoke these words made my body react in a way that I had hoped it wouldn't ever react again. Certainly not where my daddy was concerned.
"Alexa, Carl and I have put so much thought into choosing our gift to you and we've decided that we want to take you on a trip to the one place in the world we know you've always dreamed of visiting."
"Oh my god, really? You're taking me to Amsterdam? The real city, as in Amsterdam in Holland?" Please say yes! Please! Please! The very thought of this being the truth was literally turning my insides upside down.
"Yes! Amsterdam in Holland! We leave on Sunday so you have four days to start packing." My mother and Carl were both laughing as my body catapulted itself into their arms, hugging them, kissing them and thanking them both, over and over again. I knew that they would spoil me but I had never imagined that they would spoil me with a dream come true. Over the years I had devoured every book about the Dutch city of the Netherlands. I had dreamily watched any movie that had been filmed using Amsterdam as it's location. And now it would be just a few short days before my very own feet would actually touch the real life soil of this country--the country that was home to my roots and home to my biological father who had died when I was just a baby.
Chapter 5
The days following up to our departure for Holland went by in a blur. Even the actual day of my birthday was nothing more than a haze. Friends and family had come and gone throughout the day, I had unwrapped gifts and almost mechanically blown out all eighteen candles on the magnificent cake that my mother had made for me. But so paramount was my excitement for my trip that I had been vague and oblivious to all the festivities in my honor. I didn't even seem to take much notice of the vulgarity of the crude comments that my girlfriends once again had to make about Carl.
Once the day of my birthday was over and all the girls were camped out in my bedroom for the night, each of them had their own story to share.
"I caught him stari
ng at me earlier today and when I winked at him I could swear that I noticed his cock stiffen in his jeans," remarked Sabrina with a sultry smile on her face.
"Well when I saw him sitting on the sofa with his hands next to him I went and sat beside him, making sure that I sat right on his hand. He didn't even try to move it out from under me," giggled Georgia.
"Girls, that's nothing. Earlier when we were all saying goodnight to him and Alexa's mom, I put my fingers into my pussy to wet them. I then wiped my fingers across my mouth and kissed him goodnight, right on his lips so that he could taste me." This revelation from Lucy left each girl gaping at her in mock horror. I barely heard a word of what any of them said. Carl was the very last thing on my mind. The hormonal hankerings of my friends even less so.
Chapter 6
The day before our much anticipated departure for Amsterdam, I couldn't help but sense an air of uneasiness in our household--something was definitely troubling my mother but I couldn't make out what that might be.
"Mom, are you okay? You seem upset about something."
"Oh honey, I'm so pleased that you've brought it up as I've been struggling to find a way to come to you to tell you something. I'm afraid I have some bad news." The look on my mothers face as she said this alerted instant alarm bells.
"What's wrong? Is it our trip? Are we not going anymore?"
"No baby-girl, you and Carl are definitely going but it doesn't look as though I'm going to be able to join you. We've taken on a massive new client contract at work and it seems they're going to be needing me to be there to get it up and running. I'm so sorry, Alexa, I've tried everything to persuade my boss otherwise, but I really don't have any other choice but to remain behind. But you and Carl will have a great time together. It will be a fantastic opportunity to bond and you can relive your entire trip when you return home to tell me all about it."
To completely hide my disappointment would have proved impossible, but I forced herself to look on the bright side and be thankful that I would still be going even if my mother was sadly unable to be joining us.
Chapter 7
The first few days of our trip seemed to pass by in seconds and I found myself dreading the day when we would have to return to the United States. Every moment had already brought along with it indelible memories of new discoveries and adventures and the city that had lived in my every dream for so many years proved itself to be everything I had imagined and then so, so much more. From visits to many museums, to the walks along the canal and the bicycle rides beside windmills, I absorbed every minute detail. As a travel companion and fatherly chaperone, I could not have asked for more from Carl who devoted himself entirely to me and even went to great lengths in a bid to help with sourcing the information needed to follow my biological fathers bloodline so that I was able to learn so much more about my roots and heritage. Any earlier concerns about my friends sexual comments regarding Carl and even my very own brief indulgence of inappropriate thought, had vanished from my mind entirely. The only period of time that Carl and I would separate was when we would each retire to our own hotel rooms to sleep at night--aside from that we were constantly together. This remained the case for the first four days. It was, however, in the early evening of our fifth day that Carl informed me, rather sheepishly, that he had received a call from an old college friend of his who quite coincidentally and by chance also happened to be in the city of Amsterdam. Elaborating that his friend would only be there for one night on a layover to Paris, he asked if I would mind at all making my own plans for the evening so that he could meet up with his friend for dinner and drinks. Of course I did not mind at all and in all honesty loved the idea that I would have some time to myself, time to wander the city lost in my own thought and also time to perhaps frequent some of the younger nighttime venues that I already knew Carl was reluctant to accompany me to. It felt like a an opportune moment and perfect time for me to embrace my eighteen year old womanhood and explore the new realms of adulthood that had recently opened its doors. So, I had hugged Carl, wished him a good night and we put a plan in place to meet for breakfast again the following morning.
The magnitude of my excitement was electrifying and I felt consumed with the scintillating enigma of the night ahead and paid extra attention to my make-up application and choice of clothing. With a final coat of mascara brushed onto my already long eyelashes and a slick of pale pink gloss to my full lips and I was ready for whatever the evening had in store for me. Grabbing my purse and giving myself one last glance in the mirror and I was on my way.
Moments later I found myself blissfully strolling the streets of the city. As the trip had coincided with the European summer, all the bars and cafés spilled their patrons out onto the pavements. The city buzzed with the thrill of the night as I made my way from one watering hole into another, loving the diversity of culture and feeling, for the first time since my actual birthday, very grown up indeed.
Chapter 8
I was definitely having a good time, that was certain, however there was just one tiny frustrating niggle that seemed to persistently sit in the back of my mind. Earlier that evening when I had hugged Carl goodnight, I had felt the oddest sensation. The sensation was that of unadulterated lust and want. Lust and want for Carl--Carl my step-daddy. This feeling if pure eroticism had hit me out of the blue, especially due to my making every effort to not think of him in any inappropriate way. But tonight, out alone on the streets and in the bars if Amsterdam, with many a male suitor making passes at me, all I could imagine was being fucked by my daddy. I began questioning myself as to whether or not this was due to us spending so much close time together, time spent in a foreign country and foreign city. I couldn't work it out, all I knew for certain was that I was all of a sudden consumed with thoughts of having my daddy's cock inside me, wondering how it would feel and wondering how hard he would make me cum.
Chapter 9
As I strolled the streets beginning to anger myself with these surprise thoughts, something caught my eye. Or at least, someone. It did not take long for me to be aware that my eyes had caught sight of Carl. There he was, my daddy, the man that I had just been having such illicit imaginings of.
I was more than a little surprised to see him, but even more so I was surprised to see that he was alone and heading in a direction that lead him away from that of our hotel. Where on earth is he going and what is he holding in his hand? I asked myself the question because I immediately noticed that in his hand he clutched a rather colorful and elaborate feathered face mask--not exactly something that one would ordinarily take to have drinks with an old college buddy. Without any further meandering thought, I began to follow him, intrigued to find out where it was that he was going. It was within the next ten to fifteen minutes of my attempts to keep up with him that I lost his tail in one of the many dark and narrow streets down which he was making his way.
Chapter 10
I was furious at myself for having lost daddy that night as I had stealthily pursued him through the narrow streets of Amsterdam, but sooner than I would have imagined, it was but a mere two evenings later that it seemed apparent that I was to be afforded another opportunity.
Earlier that day, Carl and I had decided to forego doing the tourist thing, opting instead to indulge in a long lunch at one of the Cafe's situated alongside a canal. We had drunk copious quantities of Dutch beer and then spent the later afternoon shopping. Throughout this entire time together I was disturbed by the thoughts that invaded my mind, naughty thoughts, dirty thoughts, thoughts of all the deliciously decadent and sensuous things that I wished for my daddy to do to me, to do to my body. I wanted him. Returning to our hotel, weighed down by the many shopping bags containing the spoils of my step-daddy's generous gifts--gorgeous clothes and accessories that I knew were certain to turn my friends back home green with envy. In my room I ran my fingers lightly across the delicate fabric of each item as I carefully unpacked them from their bags. But my thoughts were distracted by
what I had seen earlier as I was trying on clothes in one of the boutiques. Assuming I would not notice, Carl had slipped out of the boutique and had disappeared into the shop across the way. He had not stayed for very long at all but as he walked out, I had seen him place his purchase of an elaborate mask into an unbranded shopping bag before returning through the entrance of the boutique where I continued to try on clothes. I had noted from my brief glimpse of the mask that it was not dissimilar to the one that I had seen him with a few nights before. What exactly can be going on? What is he doing and where is he going? Before I was able to allow my mind the chance to answer any of these questions my thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking at my hotel room door.
"Alexa, sweetheart, it's me. Are you decent? May I come in?" The voice on the other side of the door was Carls. Secretly I wished that I had not been decent, that my daddy would enter my room to find me naked. I wanted him to stare at my body and want me, just as I had found myself recently so desperately wanting him.
"Of course, Daddy," I called back as I made my way across the room and opened the door.
"I was just unpacking all my beautiful things and I've been trying to make up my mind which outfit I'd like to pick to wear to dinner tonight." What I refrained from mentioning to him was the devious plan that I had been concocting in my mind. My wish for that night was to seduce him. It was a wish that shocked me knowing how wrong it was on so many levels.
"Oh honey, that's why I'm here. After our long day in the sun and all that alcohol, I've developed quite a fierce migraine. I'm afraid, if you don't mind, I'm going to swallow some aspirin and climb straight into bed. Are you okay on your own? If you don't mind ordering yourself some room service, I promise I'll feel much better in the morning and I'll make it up to you tomorrow night." His face was a mask of apology and had I not sensed something underlying, I might have believed him. But his similar excuse two nights earlier, just prior to my witnessing his departure from the hotel with a mask in hand, negated any belief in him now.