Romance: Seducing The Quarterback

by Stacie Duncan

  “I’m just messing with you,” I said grabbing my bags. “Leave yours. Since you brought them up on the porch, I’ll put them in the rooms.”

  “You’re such an ass,” Theresa said laughing as she walked onto the porch with her bags. She knew that I enjoyed messing with my dad, but Theresa told me on countless occasions that she felt that I was a little too old to be playing these types of games. “Why are you so childish? Don’t you want to grow up soon?” Theresa asked me once I came back. Grabbing my father’s bags quickly, I scurried to his bedroom down the hall completely disregarding what Theresa had just said.

  “It’s alright, she’s just trying to keep me from getting fat.” Joseph laughed. I knew that he didn’t mind carrying my bags and I knew that he pretends to be bothered by it just to humor me. “She’s just bored so she decided to pick on her old man.” Theresa couldn’t help the broad smile that went across her face. Theresa told me that she was happy that Joseph and I got along so well because they're a lot of people that cannot stand their stepparent or stepchild. Also the fact that Joseph’s been in my life ever since I was five helped the situation.

  “If the bags were honestly too much for him, he would’ve made me grab some of them. Sometimes I like to pretend I’m young Tee-tee. It helps me forget about all of these bills I have to pay.” I still regret moving out of my parents’ house straight after college, but I wouldn’t trade my freedom for anything in the world. “You mind if we go for a swim? I’ve been thinking about it all day and it looks like we’ll have the beach to ourselves.” Even though we owned the beach house and the surrounding land, people still went to the beach. Joseph doesn’t mind though because it’s not like we’re always at the house to tell people to get off of our property.

  “Go ahead, I’m going to have a drink.” My once elated expression quickly turned to a worried one because mom has been telling me that Joseph had been drinking more and more lately. I don’t know what his problem is, but I hope that it won’t cause any problems while we’re here.

  “You coming right?” I asked turning towards Theresa.

  “You don’t even have to ask, of course, I’m coming.” We didn’t waste any time in getting to our room and getting changed. When we finally descended the stairs, we were both dressed to navigate the calm water and show off just in case people did come to the beach.

  “Let me see your swimsuits. I don’t want to have to go outside with my shotgun just in case some guys come around.” I couldn’t help the smirk that went across my face. I knew that the forty-seven-year-old business man didn’t own a gun. The way that he was raised, in a very comfortable family setting, I’m sure that Joseph hadn’t even touched a gun before.

  “Fine,” I said unwrapping the towel from my feminine frame. I wore a two-piece green sequined swimsuit that made my hazel colored skin glow. The swimsuit hugged every inch of my curvaceous body in an appealing way, and my wild chestnut hair was pulled back in a ponytail. My dimpled-cheeks broadened as my stepfather’s eyes scanned over my semi-naked body. “I look great don’t I?” I said and Joseph’s eyes slowly went up to meet my chocolate ones.

  “Do you have anything else to put on?” Joseph asked after much thought. Raising my arched eyebrow, laughter erupted from my rosy lips.

  “Excuse my language, but I’m a grown ass woman, dad.” Joseph frowned and looked at Theresa, who wasn’t dressed any better. The twenty-four-year-old had on a cheetah print Brazilian bikini that barely covered her private areas. The majority of the latte colored skin of her freshly waxed genitalia was showing and just about the only thing covering her massive breasts was a thin piece of cloth. Theresa’s jet black pixie cut hair was all over the place and she was grinning widely. Sighing, Joseph shook his head.

  “What the hell am I going to do with you two? Just because you’re over the age of twenty-one doesn’t mean you can dress any way you want to.”

  “Why not? There’s nobody here but us.” I personally didn’t understand why he was so bent out of shape about it because it wasn’t like he was my real father or anything like that.

  “Those…. outfits give men the wrong idea about what type of person you are.” I saw Theresa looking from side to side like someone would appear in front of us at any moment.

  “What men? There was nobody on the beach when we got here, Joseph.”

  “Look at your swimsuits. You’re begging for men to gawk at you.” I couldn’t help the hysterical laughs that shook my body. It wasn’t that he didn’t want anybody looking at us, from the looks of the man’s flushed tanned skin, he was uncomfortable watching us.

  “We’ll be back in a little while,” I said wanting to end the conversation quickly. He might have wanted us to change, but we didn’t have to. Both of us was grown and we made our own decisions.

  “Your dad’s hot,” Theresa said out of the blue. The wind started to pick up a bit once we got closer to the blue-green water. Most people would have been disgusted to have one of their friend’s call their parent hot, but I wasn’t one of those people. The man was very attractive and he didn’t look anywhere near his age even though I constantly made cracks at him for being old. Joseph was tall, six-foot-two and around one hundred of eighty pounds of pure muscle. There wasn’t a single strand of gray in his jet black hair and he kept his face nice and cleaned up. When he wasn’t wearing his signature suits, he wore designer polo shirts with casual pants. The man wasn’t bad looking at all, Joseph was definitely three steps up from Theresa’s slob of a father.

  “Yeah, he looks good.”

  “Eeww.” Theresa joked with me and I playfully swatted at her.

  “What? I just agreed with what you said. Besides, he’s not blood so it’s legal.” Laughing, I dropped my towel in the sand and ran towards the fresh water. Running in after me, I couldn’t help but to notice that Theresa’s breasts bounced around a lot as she splashed water on me.

  “Damn girl, you left nothing to the imagination,” I said shocked that her breasts had yet to slip out of the thin piece of fabric. Laughing, she grabbed her boobs and bounced them up and down.

  “You sound like Joseph, old woman.” Splashing Theresa back, I began laughing. It’s been a while since we got the chance to hang out so I was glad that she said yes to coming on the trip with us. Looking over at the beach house then, I noticed my stepfather watching us play in the water intently with a beer in his hands.

  Chapter Two

  “Your nipples are hard,” I said nonchalantly when Theresa had unwrapped the towel from around her when we got in the house. Shooting me a quick glare, Theresa’s eyes looked around. “What are you looking for?” I asked, but I already knew the answer before she told me.

  “I’m making sure that you dad’s not around,” Theresa said after she made sure the coast was clear. “Kendall, don’t you think your dad’s acting a little strange?”

  “Yeah, there’s something definitely off with him.” Joseph was throwing back the cans of beer left and right and even though he complained about what me and Theresa looked like in our bathing suits, he was staring pretty hard. “My mom was telling me that he’s been drinking a lot more,” I said lowering my voice. Joseph had come back in the house a little while ago, but we weren’t sure exactly where he was.

  “I know I saw him. I mean I know it’s just beer and all, but still.” Theresa said pausing when we heard footsteps approaching us.

  “You two didn’t bring any men in here did you? Grown or not that’s still disrespectful.” Joseph said coming into the kitchen.

  “Nope and you’ll be happy to know that Theresa and I were the only two down on the beach,” I said. Joseph’s eyes were red, and his words slurred slightly together. I knew he was drunk, but I didn’t know by how much.

  “Good,” he said, and I couldn’t help but notice his light eyes glancing quickly at Theresa’s breasts and my face heated when I saw that. No matter how old I get, it was never okay for a child to see their parent checking out their friend. It doesn’t
matter that Joseph isn’t my real father. Theresa apparently noticed his sly peek and she glanced over at me like she was asking me, “Did you just see that?”

  “Don’t you think you’ve had enough beers?” I asked as Joseph pulled another can out of the refrigerator. There was something wrong with him because he never drank as much as he was drinking now. He also looked irritated.

  “Remember how you two said that you're grown and can do whatever you want? That same thing that you two said applies to me as well.” Joseph said placing the can on his lips and closing his eyes as he drunk its bitter contents.

  “What’s going on, Joseph?” Theresa asked wrapping her towel back around her frame. I can tell that she was just as confused as I was. Was he drinking this much because we managed to piss him off? It took a lot to piss Joseph Wilder off and I found it hard to believe that our bathing suits caused his sour mood.

  “You two sound like cops with all of these questions,” He said laughing. “I’m on vacation, I’m trying to have a good time.”

  “But you never drink this much,” I interjected. “Is everything alright with you and mom?” I knew that it technically wasn’t my business, but maybe Joseph and my mother was going through problems which led him to drink.

  “Nothing’s wrong Ken,” he said draining his can. “I’m heading to my room.” Joseph didn’t give me any time to object before he turned around and walked away.

  “Wow,” Theresa said shaking her head. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen him agitated.” I’ve seen Joseph stirred plenty of times, but he typically didn’t show that side of him to other people. “Did you see him check me out?” Theresa asked grinning. “He’s hot, but never would have considered him checking me out as a possibility.” I sighed at this. All jokes aside, Joseph was a good man and would never have looked at Theresa when he was sober. Other than his unusual drinking habit, mom said that he treats her the same way he treated her when they were dating, amazing.

  “He’s not thinking about you like that, Theresa. It’s the booze so don’t get your hopes up.” I said laughing. I’m a rational adult, so I knew that alcohol made us do things out of the ordinary. Joseph would not disrespect me, my mother, nor Theresa by checking her out. “Just because you think he’s hot doesn’t mean that you can start making up all these fantasies involving you and him,” I added.

  “If you say so, but if he keeps looking at me like that, I’m going to have to give him the business.” Even though Theresa got on me when I was joking around with my father, she sure didn’t have a problem joking around when he wasn’t in the room.

  “Whatever,” I said making my way out of the kitchen. “I’m about to go upstairs and call it an early night.” We’ve been on the road majority of the day because Joseph didn’t want to fly here. I wanted to take a long hot bath and go to sleep.

  “Alright, I’ll be up there later.” Theresa said and went back outside. It was getting chilly outside, but Theresa always said she liked looking up at the sky when she was around an ocean. Shaking my head, I quickly went upstairs to get in the tub.

  ****

  “Damn,” I groaned once I opened my eyes to be greeted by darkness. After I had taken my bath, I quickly came back to Theresa’s and my room, but I couldn’t remember ever falling asleep. Reaching my hand to search on the nightstand for my phone to see what time it was, I was shocked to see that it was two in the morning. “Why can’t I sleep?” I whispered to myself. I never had a hard time sleeping, and I always slept soundly, so I honestly didn’t understand what had woken me up. Shining my light towards Theresa’s bed, I raised my thin eyebrow when I realize that she wasn’t in bed.

  “Is she still outside?” getting up from my bed quickly, I made my way downstairs. I was sure that Joseph was probably asleep by now, so I made sure to walk as softly as possible. “His light is still on.” Looking down the hall, I saw Joseph's door cracked open with a bright light coming from it. “I can’t believe he’s still up.” I said but made a b-line towards the front door. When Theresa and I went on spring break when we were still in school, she always stayed outside and watched the moon. Growing up in the country and moving to the city made her miss the stars.

  “Theresa!” I yelled as I began walking along the beach. It felt different outside, and I didn’t mean the cooler air. For some reason the beach appeared to be more peaceful and beautiful at night. I’ve never gone to the beach and stayed passed nine, but seeing it at almost three in the morning was rather pleasant. “She’s not here,” I said once I looked up and down the beach. Not wanting to miss the moment, I held my phone up and tried to get as much moonlight as possible and took a picture. I could see why Theresa had wanted to stay outside a little longer because it was breathtaking.

  “Where is Theresa, though?” I asked myself after I had taken some more pictures. Walking back into the house, I went into the kitchen and made me sandwich. Sitting down in the dark room, I ate my late night snack all the while looking down the hall at my stepfather’s room. I found it odd that he was still up and I found it unusual that his room was the only place that I hadn’t checked for Theresa. “Maybe they’re talking,” I said to myself. Joseph apparently was going through a lot, and maybe Theresa decided to ask him about it. If Joseph is having a problem with my mother, I doubted that he’d open up to me about it because he didn’t want to sound like he’s disrespecting her.

  “Maybe I should listen to them because I do have the right to know what’s wrong with him.” I knew it was childish of me, but they left me no other choice. Finishing my sandwich quickly, I stood up and took in a long breath to calm myself. “I’m so stupid,” I said chuckling to myself. A twenty-three-year-old shouldn’t have to feel the need to sneak around, but I felt like this was the only way I was going to get some answers.

  “Ah!” Pausing in fright, I listened closely to the sound of Theresa’s voice. I was a little surprised at first because that was not the sound that I was expecting to hear when I decided to listen to what Theresa and Joseph were saying. Hearing that made me nervous and it almost made me want to turn around and go back upstairs to my room.

  “Theresa?” I asked walking slowly down the hall. That did not sound like the two of them was having a friendly conversation so what the hell was Theresa doing in Joseph’s room? As I got closer to the door, the sounds that they made grew louder, and only a young and naïve person wouldn’t know what they were doing. Before I even stuck my face up to the slightly ajar door, I already knew that they were having sex. Realizing this instantly pissed me off because not only was my stepfather cheating on my mom; he was also cheating on my mom with my best friend. No matter what I said to convince myself that they probably were not doing anything, Theresa’s pleasure filled voice quickly reminded me that I was lying to myself. Taking in another deep breath, I peered through the door.

  Chapter Three

  “It feels so good,” Theresa said as she rode my stepfather in a chair in the corner of the room. Theresa’s breasts were bare, but she still had her bikini bottoms on, but they were held to the side by Joseph’s hands. My face was heating with each passing moment that Theresa moaned in pleasure, and I couldn’t help but be pissed off. What I hadn’t counted on, however, was being intensely turned on by the whole thing.

  “You feel good too, better than my wife,” Joseph said. He was fully clothed, but I couldn’t help but see his substantial length coming out of his pajama bottoms. I wanted to look away, but my legs refused to walk back upstairs.

  “Bet your wife’s body not as beautiful as mine. I saw how you were looking at me earlier." Theresa’s words were often interrupted by her moans.

  “Much better, then again she hasn’t given me any in weeks,” Joseph whispered and gripped Theresa’s ass in his hands. Pushing to his feet and walking a few steps towards the dresser, he placed Theresa’s pleasure filled writhing body on the table and kicked out of pajama bottoms. “You’re wetter than she gets and tighter.” He moaned and started po
unding into Theresa’s body again.

  “Aah!” Theresa screamed and traced a thin pink line down his back with her recently manicured fingers. My mouth hung open wide as I took in quick and deep breaths. I felt myself getting wetter as I watched my stepfather thrust into my best friend and I couldn’t help it when my hand crept down my flat stomach and found its way inside of my pants. Finding my wet pearl, I guided my fingers softly and quickly over it and started moaning as lowly as possible. Looking around the room briefly, I couldn’t help but see that beer cans and a few bottles of wine littered the ground. “Aaahh!” Theresa screamed again.

  “Shh…” Joseph’s baritone voice rumbled throughout the room. “You’ll wake Kendall up,” Joseph said, and my hand started rubbing my spot even quicker. Too late, I thought, and my body began to quake. I came hard as I bit my lip as I forced myself from calling out. It’ll be pretty bad if the two of them saw me spying on them. I never pegged myself to be a voyeur, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be considered that way.

  “Harder!” Theresa shouted, and I caught her eyes fluttering open and I moved as quickly away from the door before her eyes met mine. The way that she had her head position on Joseph’s shoulder, she would have seen me when she opened her eyes. “On the bed now,” Theresa said and I heard my stepfather sigh and walking towards the bed. I peered through the door again and saw that he had positioned them in the missionary position. I got another good look at the full length of his cock, and I gasped when I saw how massive it was, and then I covered my mouth quickly.

  “Your cunt is greedy,” Joseph whispered and plunged back into Theresa all the way to the hilt.

  “Ah! Fu…!” Theresa was barely able to get out when she slung her arm over her face and gripped Joseph’s hip with her free hand. I watched the two of them ravish each other for a few more minutes then I started feeling disgusted and heated again. How dare they betray my mom like this and me in our home? Pulling away from the door slowly, my eyes went instantly to Joseph’s hard length when he pulled out of Theresa and shot his seed on her stomach. I was disgusted with the guttural groan that he made and the fact that I had watched them violate each other. I was down the hall and up the stairs by the time he was finished orgasming.