Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “Yea, it’s kind of nostalgic, huh?” Scottie unscrews the bottle cap and takes a sip of green apple Smirnoff.

  “You girls have been friends ever since I… well. We won’t get into that subject,” Donnie says, leaning back in the chair. “I’m glad to see your relationship blossoming the way it has.”

  Cassy shoots a knowing glance at Scottie. “You told him about us?”

  “I told you about me and him, didn’t I?” Whoops. She’s already said too much.

  “Wait a minute, Scottie. I thought that was between me and you. I thought you knew that.” Donnie has a dark tone to his voice, one that makes butterflies take flight in Scottie’s stomach.

  “Well, best friends don’t keep secrets, Daddy,” Scottie says. “Besides, I trust Cassy.” She turns to Cassy. “And yea, I told him. He’s actually the one who told me to talk to you.”

  Donnie’s expression is a mix of confusion and anger. “Scottie, this is dangerous,” he half-snarls.

  “Yea. I like danger. I play chicken with girls twice my size. Relax.”

  Donnie covers his face with his palm, sighing. “Don’t say anything else, Scott.”

  “Yea, Scott,” Cassy chimes in, taking a big gulp of her drink.

  “Look, I just wanted to get my two favorite people together. Is that such a bad thing?”

  Cassy giggles, leans in, and plants a soft kiss on Scottie’s cheek. “Just no more! It could count as telling on your friend.”

  “I’d never tell on either of you.” She looks up at Donnie. “Get down on our level,” she says. “There’s room for one more.”

  Donnie looks at her for a moment. She’s not sure how to read his expression, but he joins them on the mattress.

  “Let’s see who can down their drink the quickest,” Cassy blurts, attempting to break the awkward silence. “We’ll have a fucking race of our own.” The trio clink their drinks together, and Cassy counts them off. “Ready, set, go.”

  Donnie wins, not to either of their surprise. Only a real man could drink alcohol like that, and still win against two people drinking Smirnoff’s. But it’s fun, with fizz bubbling up into the girls’ noses. They repeat the race a couple of times, and continue to talk. At least Scottie’s enjoying a pleasant, easy buzz by this point.

  “You know,” Scottie says, taking a sip. “Cassy thinks you’re cute, too, Daddy.” Cassy’s face, predictably, turns bright red. Donnie stares straight ahead, already aware of Cassy’s tendency toward embarrassment.

  “Scottie, don’t do that,” Cassy whispers.

  “Well, that’s okay. I think she’s cute, too.” Donnie takes a sip of his scotch and a drag on his cigar. The whole room smells sensual like fragrant smoke, both from his cigar, Scottie’s weed, and the incense.

  “Really, Mr. Renaldi?” Cassy asks, leaning across Scottie toward Donnie.

  “Call me Donnie, Cassy. Yes. You’re an attractive young woman. Scottie and I have already discussed this fact.” A warm, strong hand rubs Scottie’s back.

  “She’s also really good at giving head to a girl,” Scottie continues. “And, no offense, Cassy. But I think Daddy should teach you a thing or two.” She winks at Donnie. “After all, Daddy knows best, right?”

  “Scottie, you’re a piece of work,” he says, gazing at her fondly.

  “A sexy piece of work,” Cassy adds, leaning in closer to her friend.

  Chapter Five

  Things move quickly from there. Scottie, drawn to Cassy’s softness, leans into Cassy for a kiss. The simple kiss transforms into a delectable, complex kiss. Their tongues search for each other, probing to taste each other. Scottie feels two, warm, strong hands on her back, rubbing gently. She senses Donnie’s pleasure at watching the two girls kiss. He pulls Scottie closer to him, his legs on either side. She can feel his cock rising beneath his slacks, pressing into her lower back.

  She leans back against him, the solidness of his torso cradling her firmly. His hands venture under her shirt, and unfasten her bra. They cover the swollen, achy mounds, fiddling with her nipples to make them harder and more sensitive. Cassy’s fingers venture under Scottie’s skirt as he does this, feeling for the crotch of her panties to touch her and rub her. Donnie pulls the shirt over her head and lays down on the bed, watching the pair of girls continue to enjoy each other’s bodies.

  Scottie takes off Cassy’s shirt, revealing two pale, smooth hills and two pink, puffy nipples that yearn for attention. Scottie leans forward and sucks on them, pulling the nipple out gently with her teeth. Cassy moans, back arching in response to Scottie’s touch. She hears Donnie fumble with his slacks, followed by a satisfied groan. She turns to see him stroking himself, pulling the thin layer of sensitive skin upward. He slows his strokes. The deep groan of his voice turns her on.

  Lightening cracks in the distance, followed by the hush of rain that the sky releases. “Wanna teach Cass to eat pussy even better than she already does?” Scottie purrs.

  “Sure,” Donnie says, perfectly satisfied.

  “Think you can take me riding your dick while you do it?”

  “Think you can handle it?” he retorts playfully.

  Cassy doesn’t look so sure for a moment. “Don’t be afraid of it, Cass. It’ll feel good. Trust me.” She winks at her friend, who moves toward Donnie. Scottie watches as she straddles his face, one thigh on each side of his head.

  “Move down further, Cassie,” Donnie growls deeply, hungry for her pussy. And Scottie can’t blame him. Just like in her dream, he pulls the fruit of Cassy’s body down toward his face. An expression of nervous pleasure paints her face. She looks at Scottie for a long moment.

  “You think I’m gonna get off to this on my own? Get on his dick,” she says softly, despite her strong words. “I wanna watch.”

  Scottie chuckles, enjoying her sexy body and immediately obeys. She slides her tight, wet, yearning pussy down onto her stepfather’s thick, throbbing cock. He lets out a deep, guttural groan as she sleeves her body over his length, taking it in slowly. It’s even better than in her dream, the thick, dull pulsing inside of her. It feels insistent and filling. Scottie lets out a breath and leans back, putting pressure on his cock.

  Cassy’s eyes are glued to Scottie’s pussy stretched by Donnie’s cock. “You like that, Daddy?” she asks softly. Donnie doesn’t answer with words. Instead, he starts sucking on Cassy’s labia, pulling down on them with his lips. It’s the sweetest nectar he’s tasted yet, and she knows it. Scottie begins moving herself up and down. Then, she stops, leans in toward Cassy, and presses her lips to her friend’s. She tugs at her bottom lip with her teeth, as Donnie starts losing control. His hips begin pushing insistently up and down as if he can’t control his own body. And maybe he can’t.

  Scottie offers him the relief he seeks by moving herself up and down his thick, hard cock in a slow, teasing movement. Jesus, he feels fantastic. And watching Cassy’s expressions of pleasure as he runs his tongue over her pussy repeatedly only makes Scottie wetter and even more aroused. Scottie pushes her hips back and forth, enjoying the pressure on both walls of her pussy. Her dream has finally come true.

  And who could resist the sex of two young and attractive girls and one handsome ex-stepdad on a stormy, sultry night like this?

  The End of the Story

  Thank you so much for reading…

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  Book 21: Virgin Stepdaughter

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter One

  Becca w
alked up the stone path that lead to her mother’s house, a home she had spent only a few years in before going off to college. Still, she had a room with a few of her old things in it and surprisingly, she was looking forward to the familiarity of it. She had never really felt “at home” in that house, or even in the house they had lived in before. But now, returning from her second year of working toward her art degree, and after spending two whole years away, she realized that she missed it.

  She opened the wide door and called out as she stepped in.

  “Hello? Mom?”

  There was no answer. She continued on, setting her bags down in the hallway and walked into the kitchen. A man was coming in from the backyard through the patio doors and Becca stopped in her tracks, staring at him.

  He was tall and incredibly handsome with dark hair and warm brown eyes. His face had a few days of stubble on it and she took in every inch of his chiseled features.

  Becca grinned, a little shyly, but went towards him, holding her hand out. She assumed that he was a gardener or landscaper; someone that her mother had hired.

  As she moved forward, she expected him to come towards her as well, to introduce himself but he stayed frozen in place. He was staring at her, studying her and frowning a little. He looked as if he recognized her but couldn’t quite place her.

  She narrowed her eyes at him, sticking her hand out to greet him. His eyes widened a little as he snapped out of the trance he seemed to be in. He reached out his hand to grab hers, wrapping his thick fingers around her delicate ones.

  “Hey, it’s great to finally meet you,” he said to her with a wide smile spreading across his face.

  His hand was warm and his touch sent shivers throughout her body. Becca didn’t know who he was but she couldn’t wait to get to know him a little better. He looked a little older than she was but that was part of her attraction to him. She had been waiting for a man just like him. She wasn’t interested in boys.

  Her thoughts were interrupted by his deep, smooth voice.

  “I’m Trevor,” his eyes bore into hers.

  Her smile dropped from her face, replaced with a gaping mouth.

  He is Trevor? She asked herself, astonished. She knew who Trevor was but couldn’t believe that he was the man in front of her.

  “Y-you’re my mom’s new husband?” She stammered out, her heart sinking in her chest.

  He nodded, looking her up and down.

  “You look a lot like your mother,” he shook his head in disbelief. He looked back into her eyes, “I’m sorry, Becca. You’re just… different than I imagined. Your mother’s outside.”

  He put an arm around her shoulders, bringing her out to the backyard. His arm around her brought goosebumps to her neck that ran down her arms and legs. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, taking a deep breath. She still couldn’t believe that he was her new step-father.

  Once they were outside, she saw her mother reclining on a lounge chair and went over to her. Tracey sat up in her chair, pulling her large sunglasses down her face to look at her daughter.

  She stood up and put her arms around Becca, not quite hugging her.

  “Hey, mom.” She said, giving her a smile.

  “Becca, it’s good to have you back after so long. What do you think of Trevor?”

  Her mother sat back down in the chair, crossing her legs and lighting a cigarette. Becca had always looked at her mother and thought of her like a classic film actress. She was beautiful, smoked like a chimney, and was loved by everyone who met her.

  And as Becca got older, it became an even more relevant comparison. She realized that while her mother was beautiful and often popular wherever they lived, her personality was shit.

  Tracey was usually so consumed with her work as a lawyer and always had been, it was like nothing else was able to develop. Becca began to resent her mother a little when it became obvious that she was never going to spend more time with her. And when she had been sent to an all-girls’ Prep Academy instead of the public high school she wanted to attend, she decided to give up on the mother-daughter relationship she always craved.

  “He looks great. He’s really nice,” Becca offered, responding to her mother’s question. She was trying to hide the disappointment that lingered in her head.

  Her mother nodded, staring off into the distance, “He is a treat. We met on vacation in Mexico and that was that. We got married once we got back into the city.”

  Tracey was beaming and Becca turned her head to roll her eyes. She was happy her mother was happy but knew that the marriage couldn’t last long. They never did. This certainly wasn’t the first time that Tracey had fallen into a whirlwind romance and not the first time it had led to marriage.

  Becca’s heart dropped into her stomach as Trevor came back into the yard. He had a beer for himself and a cocktail for Becca. As he handed it to her, his fingers brushed hers and she closed her eyes, feeling a jolt of pleasure.

  When she opened them, Trevor was staring at her and she swore that she saw something in his eyes.

  Chapter Two

  That night, after everyone had gone to sleep, Trevor sat up watching the highlights of the hockey game that played earlier.

  When he met Tracey, he thought that he hit the jackpot. She was a little older than he was, but she was beautiful. She had just turned forty and was celebrating her birthday in Mexico. He caught sight of her in a bikini and couldn’t help himself. Things moved so quickly with them and he had never been married before. He thought that it was about time he settled down and Tracey seemed like the perfect woman for that.

  But then Becca walked through the door and something about her seemed to strike him. Tracey was a beautiful woman, but Becca illuminated the room as she walked in. Her long hair shone like gold and her blue eyes were piercing but warm and kind at the same time. He felt a little guilty that he had to remind himself she was twenty, and that she was his stepdaughter.

  Upstairs, Becca lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She couldn’t sleep, thinking about Trevor.

  Or should I call him ‘daddy’? She thought to herself, a smile widening across her face.

  She sighed, the smile fading away. It was going to be a long summer.

  She closed her eyes, trying to sleep, knowing that it was futile. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining Trevor on the couch downstairs, reclining in his sweatpants.

  Right before she had gone to bed he had come out into the living room, shirtless and in his sweatpants. She tried to stop herself from staring at his crotch as his cock swung loosely as he walked. The tight muscles of his chest and stomach made her eyes widen.

  She said goodnight to him quickly and made her way up the stairs, stealing one last glance at his body. Over and over, she asked herself what he was doing with her mother. Her last husband had been attractive as well, but nowhere near as kind or considerate as Trevor.

  Taking another breath, she decided to let her mind go and fixate on Trevor. Her mother was a sound sleeper, it would be so easy for her to creep downstairs without her hearing.

  Becca imagined crawling onto the couch with him, wearing nothing but her panties. He did nothing to stop her from reaching under his waistband and wrapping her fingers around his hard cock.

  Her hand traveled down her abdomen and between her legs as she thought about touching Trevor. Her clit was slippery already, thinking about his amazing body.

  She imagined that her fingers were his, touching her in the same way she touched herself. She knew his lips would be soft and moved her tongue as she thought about what he would taste like.

  Her finger circled around her clit, faster and faster as an orgasm built within her. Her body started to tingle as she pictured Trevor on top of her with his hard, thick cock about to slip into her pussy.

  She slid her fingers down her clit and into the wet slit of her cunt. Her wrist flicked back and forth as she pulsed her finger into herself, shallowly but quickly.

  A quick thril
ling sensation ran through her body and she felt her fingers get stickier. She shuddered, keeping her fingers focused on her little wet pussy. She sighed, so unsatisfied.

  She couldn’t imagine what Trevor’s cock would feel like plunging into her tight pussy, because she had never been with a man. She was still a virgin and was starting to feel like she was too old to be so inexperienced.

  She had kept the boyfriends that she had at bay in the past, which was easy when her relationships had all been long-distance. At the academy, no boys were allowed. It made men seem mysterious to her, something that she was yearning to figure out.

  She relaxed her body, closing her eyes again. Her ears perked up as she heard Trevor walking up the stairs to the bedroom he shared with her mother.

  There was a creak outside her door and she could swear that he paused right there before going to her mother’s room.

  Besides her crush on Trevor, Becca wanted to lose her virginity so that when she found a boyfriend, she would feel more confident. If she knew what sex was all about and experienced it for herself, she would feel more like a woman. She wanted to shed the good, quiet school girl persona she had built around her. She felt like it hadn’t been her choice, rather something her mother had implemented.

  Trevor was off-limits, obviously, but she couldn’t help but look… and fantasize.

  Chapter Three

  Becca woke up the next morning as her mother was leaving for work. Tracey called out a goodbye to both her daughter and her husband as she hurried out the door. She worked six days a week, one of the reasons her first two marriages had never worked out.

  It was Saturday and that meant that she would be spending the day getting to know Trevor.

  She took a breath and sat at the table across from him, with a cup of coffee in her hand. He put down the paper he was reading and looked over at her with a smile on his face. His face was a little sleepy, even scruffier than the previous day, and Becca had to stop herself from swooning over him.