by Adrian Amos
The sight in front of me causes my breath to catch. Macy's hand is on my stepdad's arm, her other hand is looped through his fingers, and her head is resting on his shoulder.
I squeeze my fists so tight that I can feel the blood escape my knuckles. I restrain myself, refraining from shouting at the top of my lungs.
“Dad,” I say, my tone forced but as sweet as possible, “would you mind getting us a few drinks?”
As if they hadn't noticed me walk back in—like lovers off in another world—he turns toward me and quickly disentangles himself from Macy. He stands up, “Absolutely,” and leaves the room as fast as he can.
When he's gone, I stare at Macy, my eyes boring holes in her. But she doesn't even notice, her attention completely focused on the television. This fucking bitch! She's playing it off like she wasn't just all over my stepdad, fondling and messing with him while I was one room away. The arrogance of her does nothing to alleviate my exhaustive disdain of her.
“Macy, what the fuck are you doing?” I shout as quietly as possible, trying not to alert my stepdad down the hall.
She looks at me like I just exploded for no reason, her eyes feigning surprise. “What? What are you talking about?”
I cross my arms. “I saw you all over my dad.” I don't think I've ever called him my dad before in my life, but I wanted to stress how incredibly inappropriate it all was.
“What?” she says, shaking her head anxiously, “No I wasn't.” Of course, she picks apart the one thing I was trying to emphasize. “And he's not your dad.”
You ever go into a rage over the smallest thing? Like when someone plays dumb and seemingly mocks you in the same sentence?
That's exactly what she did, cocky in the way she just told me that he isn't my dad. She wanted to make it seem like nothing was wrong and that even if it was, I don't have enough of a reason to care. I should mind my own business.
Well, fuck her.
I grab her by the hair, pulling her up from out of her seat on the floor. “Get the fuck out of here, you skank!” I scream.
She cries out in return, shocked that I would yank her up by the hair. “Fuck you!” she shouts, grabbing at my wrist. When she can't pull my hand away from her, she grabs a fistful of my hair in turn, and we pull on each other, trying our best to make the other bitch bald.
Then she frees one hand, swiping her nails across my face. I can feel a sharp sting as her fingers tear skin from my cheek. I return her attack by slapping her across the face. We take turns yanking each other's head around by the hair, trying to throw the other one off balance.
It's all put to a halt as my stepdad rushes into the room, yelling, “What the hell are you girls doing? Let go of each other!” He grabs both of our arms, and with the simplest flick of his wrist, separates us.
After he keeps us apart for a moment and we catch our breaths, he commands, “One of you tell me what the hell's going on!”
I stare bullets at Macy, and she rolls her eyes looking away. I don't want her saying a goddamn thing, and I think she gets the message, because neither of us pipes up with a reason.
My stepdad exhales, letting go of us, “Macy, I'm sorry, but I think you should go home tonight.”
She huffs, “Fine. I don't care.” She gathers up everything she brought, stuffs it into her purse, and stomps out of the house, slamming the front door.
My stepdad looks at me, narrowing his eyes in disappointment. I immediately feel a pang of embarrassment and I look down at the ground, unable to look him in the face. I can't believe I just attacked my best friend. Over what? Over laying her head on my stepdad's shoulder? I acted like a complete fucking lunatic.
He sighs again, throwing his hands in the air. “Let me get you some alcohol for those scratches.”
As he grabs some rubbing alcohol from the bathroom, I look in the mirror at my bloody face. It's not a whole lot, but Macy did get a good chunk of skin off my left cheek, leaving two scratches a couple inches long. I never would have guessed she'd have it in her, but then again, she probably never would have guessed that I'd go off on her like I did.
I blush as my stepdad appears from the bathroom. “What is it?” he asks, as he soaks some cotton balls in alcohol.
I shake my head. “I'm just embarrassed by what happened.”
“You're telling me. It's not like I like to see someone get attacked in my own house. I feel like I was a bad host,” he smiles.
But there's no smiles from me when the alcohol touches my wounds. I flinch, the sting painful and uninvited. “Oww,” I wince, “why are you doing that?”
“Because who knows what was under her fingernails. She could have been picking her nose or scratching her butt all day.”
That got a smile out of me. It's just like him to make light of such a serious situation. It does help to keep my mind off the burning sensation until he finishes up.
“Sit down,” he says.
I reluctantly do, knowing he's going to interrogate me.
“So, I really do want to know what happened? I've never seen you act like that before.” He's no longer disappointed at this point, merely concerned with my well-being.
The heat that I was feeling before in the bathroom returns, warming my core and making its way to my face. My cheeks burn as I try to think of why I did what I did.
“It's just...” I start, but then hesitate with my words. “I didn't like how she was behaving with you.”
“Behaving?”
“You know, she was laying her head on your shoulder. She even had her hand in yours.”
It's his turn to blush, as the realization of what set me off comes back to him. “I'm sorry,” he says, “That was really inappropriate of me. I shouldn't have done that.”
“I don't blame you,” I instantly interject, “You're a man. You can't help yourself when a pretty girl comes on to you.”
He smiles weakly, “Being a man is no excuse. If anything, being a man means I should've acted better. My biology is no reason to act like that in front of my daughter, especially with her friend.”
My face flushes. I don't think he's ever called me his daughter; if he has, it certainly hasn't ever made me feel like this. A warmth travels through me until it hits my chest, kindling a fire and skipping my heart.
I wrap my fingers in his, the touch of his hand tender and welcoming. His hand closes on mine, covering it entirely with his mitt-like paw. “Do you really see me like a daughter?” I ask.
His eyes grow wide. “Of course I do.”
I feel both loved and disappointed at the same time. I gather my courage to tell him how I feel, “It wasn't that I was angry at you, daddy,” I say, letting 'daddy' roll off my tongue to him for the first time. I like it; it makes me feel safe.
“Oh?” he says, his eyebrow cocking.
“I was jealous,” I say, staring down at our hands entwined.
“Jealous of what?” he asks, shaking his head lightly in confusion.
“Of Macy. I... I wanted to be her at that moment.” My admission surprises even me. I couldn't even think it to myself, and here I am saying it out loud to the man who's been the only one to ever care for me.
Daddy doesn't speak, only staring into my eyes. His mouth opens, but he can't get any words out. He's stunned, and now all I feel is self-conscious.
“I'm sorry, daddy,” I say, retreating from my own feelings, “I didn't mean to make you feel weird. I just hated Macy for trying to take you from me.”
I look up at him, expecting his patented look of disappointment. Or for him to say, “Don't be silly. You're just a young girl, I'm a grown man. I would never want to be with you.” A shiver runs down my arms as my critical thoughts take over.
But daddy leans in, instead, planting his lips on mine, his kiss gentle and smooth. I feel my knees buckle, and my feet inadvertently come off the ground as I seize up from the intimacy. I can't believe my stepdad is kissing me!
He pulls back, “I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.
It's not ri—“
I fling myself into him, pursuing the taste of his lips again. I don't want him to reconsider, so I shut his mouth with my own, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I clamp down on his arms, feeling nothing but resistance from his clenching muscles. Slowly, his arms circle my waist, and he embraces me as our lips mingle.
I look into his eyes, nodding, “I want this, daddy. I didn't know it until now, but I want you so badly.”
I see the spark in his eyes as my words strike his brain. For the first time ever, his eyes look me up and down with a hint of lust. He's examining my body in a way he's never even considered before. I can feel his eyes take me in, drinking my tiny frame in a thirsty gulp. I feel giddy as he looks at me like a sexy woman, the thought of what my tank top and panties must be doing to him makes me smile. He's eating me up even more so than when he glanced at Macy through her shirt.
Eat your heart out, Macy! I'm the one who makes daddy truly hungry.
Daddy lightly pushes me down backwards on the bed. That simple motion is enough to make my pussy quiver; it knows what's coming and can't help but feel excited.
Daddy stands over me, dipping his head down to my stomach. His hand glides over my flesh, pushing my shirt up smoothly to reveal my flat stomach. His fingers dance over my skin, lightly caressing it carelessly as he admires my physique.
“Baby,” he coos, as if the words are a struggle to get out, “you look so fucking good.”
The gravel in his voice is sultry and hot, which makes me moan appreciatively. I never thought words could spur on my arousal so much!
But I don't need to be satisfied on words alone, as daddy lowers his face into my belly, kissing me delicately, savoring each imprint of his lips as they tickle me. Not tickling in a funny way, but tickling in a intense, deep-down, eating-away-at-me kind of way. Each touch of his makes my pussy squeeze as if trying to grapple with something, as if it wanted to hug onto something for dear life.
Daddy travels further up, tantalizing me with his experience, teasing me before he takes all the sensitive parts of my body from me. Even the simple act of him pushing my shirt over the mounds of my breasts, revealing them to him, elicits a moan from me. I want him so bad, and yet he torments his little girl like it's a game!
“Please, daddy,” I beg, losing patience, “suck on my nipples.”
He raises his hand and slaps my nipple with a tiny sway. “Daddy!” I cry out in mock surprise.
He smiles, “No telling daddy what to do. You sit back and enjoy yourself.”
I grimace, but daddy finally places my erect nub in his mouth, which shuts me up from talking any further as I'm forced to bite my lip in ecstasy. He latches onto my tit with a strong suction, pulling it up, biting it lightly, and flipping over it with the tip of his tongue. He drags out my other nipple between his fingers, plucking the nipple so that he can mildly twist it between his fingertips.
“Oh daddy,” I moan.
My words makes him squeeze my tits hard, sinking his hands into my large mounds of fatty flesh. “Fuck, baby, I can feel my dick get hard just from you saying that.”
I smirk, his arousal exciting me. “Show me, daddy.”
He stands up, undoing his belt and dropping his jeans. When he pulls down his boxers, his huge cock springs to attention, fully engorged and ready for action!
“Wow, daddy,” I say, startled by how thick and long he is. I've seen porn plenty of times, but it's nothing like seeing a huge cock up front and personal, especially one that's begging for your cunt specifically!
“Don't worry, baby,” he says, leaning over me, his cock sliding over the soaked fabric of my lacy panties, “this is gonna feel good going in.”
I apprehensively sigh, imagining what his thick, hard cock splitting my lips would feel like. I nod, incapable of speech as he slides my panties down my thighs.
He moves his cock to my pussy, pressing up and gliding it in between my lips, coating himself in my juices. When I split open for him, the sensation's sharp and intense. I feel like I might come the second his head grazes my clit.
“Oh fuck, daddy,” I grunt, incredibly turned on but annoyed that he isn't inside me already. “Fuck me, daddy. I want your dick.” It seems so weird to speak to him like that: any time I've ever cursed in front of him, he's been stern and reprimanded me. But now I'm so turned on, I can't keep my potty mouth to myself.
“You're gonna take daddy's dick like a good little girl.” He grabs his thick shaft, backs up and bends it down, and with one rapid motion, pushes his length into my craving cunt.
“Oh my God, daddy!” His thick member spreads me wide, and I feel his entire length run along my walls. I squirm and moan from his first insertion, thrilling me that my first dick belongs to the man I've secretly adored. I'm the fucking luckiest girl in the world!
I pick my legs up and tuck them in, and daddy runs his arms under my knees to keep my legs up. When he pulls out and pushes back in, his dick seems to fill me up even further than before. It's like his cock grew a few inches from my new position! In and out, daddy slowly empties me and fills me with his love, his rod piercing his little girl softly.
Daddy leans into me, kissing me while he pulls out. I try to reciprocate, but each time his dick enters my pussy, I gasp, barely able to move my lips as daddy kisses my gaping mouth. I kiss him and he pushes in again, causing me to moan and vibrate his lips with my own.
“Come on, baby girl. You love daddy's dick?”
“Yes, daddy, yes. It feels so good inside me!”
He speeds up, his hips rapidly ascending and descending into my cunt, slapping his pelvis and thighs into my pussy and ass. He stands up, positioning himself better while placing my feet over his shoulders. He plows into me, clipping his fingers on my nipples as our bodies slap together, pinching them and twisting them as he rams his cock harder and faster.
“Uhhhnnnnn,” I grunt, wanting to call his name, wanting to tell him I love him, but instead being silenced by a nonsensical groan escaping my lips. As he fucks me, as his dick fills my pussy, he alternates between pinching and releasing my nipples, until one final squeeze sends my body into overdrive.
All that heat that daddy had been stoking in me erupts through my body, bursting my loins and swelling nubs in uncontrollable wildfire. I cry out as daddy's dick fucks an orgasm out of my seizing pussy, pumping harder as he hears me come, ensuring I feel every inch of his cock as my body spasms.
And my pussy grabs onto him, massaging his shaft with a pulsing gesture, milking him for everything he has. But, alas, it isn't enough to get daddy to come.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice puny and anemic, “I want you to come in me.”
“You gotta work daddy's dick, babygirl. Make him come.”
He lies down on the bed, lifting me up and sliding me over him. I'm so tired, but I want his cum so badly that I feel a second wind come over me as I lie on top of his warm and tough body. Straddling him, I reach underneath me and grab his rock hard cock, clasping the tough, spongy shaft in my hand for the first time.
But I spend no time admiring it as I position it under my cunt, pushing back and inserting daddy all the way back inside me. My orgasm has made me super sensitive, making daddy's insertion all the more intense.
He leans back, placing his hands behind his head as he watches me mount him.
I slowly rock my hips as I hug daddy, feeding his cock into me. I want to continue hugging him, but I know I gotta work him, I gotta fuck my daddy for real.
So I push up off his chest, placing my hands on his solid pecs. I rock my hips harder, picking up speed as my energy returns to me.
“What do you want, baby?”
“I want your dick, daddy.”
“Why, baby, why do you want daddy's dick?”
“I want you to come in me, daddy. I want to feel your warmth; I want you to fill me up.”
“Go on, baby, ride daddy's cock.”
I kick my hips into him, fucking myself with his ro
d, shoving his babymaker into my tight cunt. “Please, daddy. Come inside me.”
Daddy head rolls back and I feel him tense up. I want his seed so bad.
“Come on, daddy. Fuck your little girl.”
He grunts.
“Come in me daddy. Come in me. Fill me up. Fill me up with your hot jizz.”
“Oh, baby.”
I ride him fast, shaking my ass into him. “Get your baby pregnant, daddy. Fuck me full of your load!”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, here I come!”
Daddy grabs my hips and holds me still, plopping my pussy down onto him as his cock tightens. Keeping my pelvis locked with his, daddy unloads his hot, sticky cum straight into my eager pussy, squirting and pulsing, grunting and cursing. He pulls his hips back, slamming them into me a few times as he shoots, thrusting a last few times as he finishes inside me.
I fall forward, breathing with daddy as I lie on his chest, feeling his cock twitch and soften in me as we lie in each other's arms.
“I like this position,” I say, shifting my ass to feel his cock move inside me.
He smiles, “Me too, baby.” He gives me a tiny peck on the nose.
“I wish we did more, daddy.”
He laughs. “Don't worry, baby. There's plenty of time to try out all sorts of new things together.”
“Like what?” I ask, my own childish whisper of curiosity turning me on.
“Daddy's going to come in that mouth, baby. He's going to come in that ass, too,” he says, slapping me on my bare butt. I giggle, the thought of him inside my ass making it feel like butterflies in my stomach.
“But before all that, daddy really wants to put a baby in that belly of yours.”
I blush. “You'd really make me pregnant?”
“Nothing would be sexier than seeing you carry my child.”
I said it in a moment of ecstasy when daddy's thick cock was inside me. I think I would have said anything because it felt so fucking good.
But when I think about it, it just seems right. I'm so young, but the thought of making him happy, of making him a real father, wipes away all worries about how a baby might change my life. I've always thought he had such a great fatherly instinct. I'm almost giddy at the idea that I'm going to be the one to give him his first child! It's like I'm the one who's going to finally make him whole.