by Q. B. Tyler
I close my eyes slowly and look up towards the sky, praying for something, anything that would prevent me from having to answer this question. When nothing seems to intervene, I look back at the young woman whose eyes are imploring me to tell her the truth. Tell her what she wants to hear and more importantly what I’m dying to say. “I… can’t tell you that.”
“Can’t…or won’t?”
“Stassi…”
“I like that things are different.” Her voice is airy and I can almost taste the whiskey on her breath due to our close proximity. I’m preparing to respond when her phone beeps alerting her that she’s received a text message.
“Should you get that?” I ask her, praying for a distraction that will allow me to collect my thoughts.
“It’s not important,” she whispers.
“It might be. Maybe Kate or…your grandparents checking on you.” I’m grasping at straws as I list off the people she’d care about talking to.
A scowl finds her face as she turns to her phone and I happen to catch the generic number and frown when I see the message over her shoulder.
Unknown: Hey, it’s Trent. Still up for some fun tonight?
A feeling of annoyance takes over and I’m pissed at myself for pushing her to open a message from that fuckboy.
She looks up, catching me as I stare at her screen and a smirk finds her face. “Should I answer?”
Tell her yes. Anything to get her mind off this conversation. “Only if you’re telling him, no.”
“Why does it bother you so much anyway?” she asks in such a way, I can tell she already has her own answer made up in her mind.
“You know why,” I tell her.
“Because you worry about me.” She rolls her eyes. “I don’t think that’s the only reason.”
“Stassi…”
“I think you’re jealous.” And there it is. The feeling I’ve been trying to avoid.
“I am not jealous of some fucking kid, Stassi. Get a grip.”
“You’re jealous that…he’s my age and not my stepfather.”
Shit. Why the fuck is she so perceptive? “That’s not it, Stassi.”
“Fine, then I’ll tell him I can’t…but that I’d love to hang out tomorrow. Maybe he can come hang at the house, at our pool? Think he’ll like my yellow swimsuit?”
She’s goading me and she’s doing a fucking good job. “Don’t,” I growl, as I grab her wrist preventing her from texting him back. “Tell him no and leave it at that.”
“Why?”
“Because he’s no good for you and you’ll never see him again after this weekend. What’s the point?”
“To have some fun? It’s been hard for me; you know, and it’s nice to feel wanted. Maybe some male attention could help cheer me up.” She blinks her eyes several times, her eyelashes fanning out over her glowing skin with every blink.
I lean forward slowly. “You think you’re so smart? Manipulating me? You’re playing a dangerous game, Stassi.”
“I know,” she whispers. “I know this makes me crazy and maybe a little fucked up, but…I won’t tell if you won’t.” She leans forward. “We’re here, where no one knows us. No one knows who we are to each other. We can be…whoever we want. Haven’t you ever done anything bad, Dominic? Have you ever taken a walk on the wild side? Haven’t you ever wanted something you know you shouldn’t have? Or…someone?”
My heart feels like it could beat out of my chest at any moment. I’d be concerned I was having a heart attack if not for the fact that my left arm isn’t tingling and my balls fucking are.
The strap of her dress falls to her shoulder and my eyes immediately find it, eyeing the exposed skin before turning my gaze back to her seductive eyes. “Dominic…”
“Stassia…please,” I beg her. Crossing this line is dangerous. I want to, yes, but it’s irresponsible and could have very damaging effects on her. How could I think about fooling around with my stepdaughter? One that I’ve known since she was ten years old? One that I’ve treated like my own for the past seven years.
“Just…one kiss.” She looks up at me and I see the water building in her brown eyes; it feels like a stab to my already racing heart. I can’t breathe. I feel like air isn’t getting to my lungs and on top of that, I’m getting harder by the second in my slacks. She’s this insanely gorgeous siren sitting in front of me begging me to kiss her.
Love her.
But what if she wants more?
“One kiss, Stassia.” I give in, much to my own disappointment. I’m not drunk, but the whiskey flooding my veins is making me hornier than usual and all I want is to pull her into my lap and kiss her until the sun rises.
“Really?” Her eyes clear from the unshed tears and I nod.
“You know this changes…things.”
“Things have already changed,” she whispers back.
Her words knock the rest of the wind that I’ve been struggling to get into my lungs out of me and I stand up, to put some space between us and hopefully give myself some clarity.
“Wait!” she squeals as she stands up and grabs my hands. “I need to feel something. I feel so numb sometimes and I just…even if it’s guilt or shame, it’s better than feeling nothing.” Her lip wobbles slightly. “Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to kiss?”
You’re fucking pretty enough to eat. The sinful thought crosses my mind before I can keep it at bay and I ball my hands into fists at the rage building inside of me for lusting after Stassia so fucking aggressively.
“Stassi…” I back up and run a hand through my hair. “What you’re asking me…”
“Is not incest. We aren’t blood related and it’s just a kiss…”
“Something tells me you won’t just stop at a kiss.” And once I kiss her, I’ll be powerless to stop anything she wants after. “I think you are beautiful, Stassi. So fucking beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you and know that you’re you. Someone I can’t ever fucking have.”
“Why not? Why can’t you have me…in the dark? We’re hundreds of miles from home where no one knows us.” I look into her imploring eyes and before I can put more space between us, she’s in my arms and that perfume she always wears surrounds me. “God, you smell so good.” I look down to find her pushing her nose into my shirt. Without her shoes, she’s significantly shorter than me but the perfect height to rub her delectable body against my growing cock.
“Baby…” I pull away to stop her rubbing.
“And that! You’ve never called me baby before, and now it’s that or sweetheart. You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t notice the way you eyed me in that swimsuit? Or in this dress tonight? The way you held me the night we smoked? You want so much more with me and it scares the shit out of you.”
“YOU THINK?” I scream and her eyes widen as she takes a step back. “Stassia, you’re my stepdaughter.”
“I’m eighteen!”
“What the fuck does that matter? I was married to your mother, and then sadly, so fucking sadly, she died. In what world does that mean I should just move on to her daughter?” I yell at her and I watch as she lowers her head almost shamefully.
“It’s not…you’re not cheating on her.” Her voice is quiet and like she’s trying to make me feel better for wanting her this way.
“It’s not the point, Stassi. It’s wrong.” I point at her.
“It’s a kiss.” She shrugs as if that one thing wouldn’t shatter the conventional lines of our relationship.
“It’s more than that and you know it,” I tell her. “It’s a slippery slope.”
“Because you want me…just like I want you.” I look over and see the look in her eyes that no longer seems to be fueled by alcohol. She does want this.
“You don’t know what you want, Stassi. You think you want me because I take care of you but…it’s not how it works. You think you can use me to grieve.”
“I think we can help each other grieve.”
“By messing aroun
d? No.”
“By…leaning on each other and being what the other person needs.”
“And you need what? An orgasm?” I snap.
“I said a kiss.” She tells me raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you were that good of a kisser to give me an orgasm, unless of course, you’re about five steps ahead of me. And you’re thinking about kissing me…elsewhere.” She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms in front of her chest, elevating her tits.
I almost choke at her innuendo. Who is this woman? Sure, she’s fiery and sassy as fuck but I didn’t know she was this sexual creature who is talking about me kissing her pussy.
Fuck, now I’m thinking about kissing her pussy. Sliding my tongue through her perfect folds…tasting her orgasm…
“I’m not having this conversation anymore, Stassia,” I tell her. “Grab your shoes and let’s go.” I glare at her as I turn my back to her.
“Wait you promised!”
“I didn’t promise shit.”
“You promised me a kiss.”
“Well, too bad,” I growl at her as I begin my way up the beach towards the mainland. I don’t hear her behind me and when I turn around, she’s still rooted in the same spot, staring down at her phone.
“Do not text that asshole, Stassi, I mean it!” I call out to her.
Her head snaps up and she stomps towards me until she’s close enough to not have to yell. She presents me her middle finger and tosses me her phone and I almost see red when I see the words on the screen.
Stassi: Where should I meet you?
“You’re being a brat,” I growl at her as we begin our drive back to our house. “I’m not taking you anywhere.”
“Fine, I’ll take the car.”
“The hell you will,” I snap. I grip my hands tightly around the steering wheel as I imagine all the places I can hide my car keys so she’ll never find them.
“Then I’ll have him come get me,” she retorts.
“No.” I know I’m behaving like a jealous caveman. I don’t care. I want her, and I can’t have her. So, by that logic, no one fucking can. Especially not some waiter who probably collects teenage girls here on vacation.
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
“Afraid that doesn’t work anymore, Daddy Dearest,” she sasses.
“If you want a prayer at getting your way, I suggest you stop calling me that.” I speak the words, but my cock wholeheartedly disagrees with the way it’s pulsing in my slacks. I can already feel the precum leaking into my briefs and I shift uncomfortably at the thought that I’m in this confined space with my stepdaughter getting harder by the second.
The movement must catch her attention because she looks towards me and then down at my lap. “Are you…hard?”
“Stassia Rae. Stop it.”
I notice she licks her lips in my periphery and I wish I could squeeze my eyes shut in this moment in attempts to calm myself down. I feel like I’m ready to combust, and Stassia is making it fucking worse. “I brought weed,” she tells me and I shake my head.
“No. I’m not smoking with you again.”
“Come on, didn’t you have fun?”
“Yes, but the way you’re acting…It’s not a good idea.”
“Why? Worried you might completely bypass the kiss to something else?”
“Stop talking,” I tell her. “No more talking for the rest of the way home.”
She crosses her arms and legs and a pout leaves her lips. “You’re being a real fucking prude, Callahan.”
“Whatever,” I tell her. I want to tell her I’m far from a prude and that in a different life, her dress would be up around her waist as my hand fingered her pretty clit until she came all over my seat, all while keeping us on the road. “Stassi,” I croak out and when her eyes snap to mine, I briefly meet hers before I turn back to the road.
I grapple with the idea of telling her the truth. “What color are your panties?”
“Wh-what?”
“What color are they?”
“White…because obviously,” she says pointing down at herself and the white dress she’s wearing that makes her look almost ethereal.
“Are they lacy? A thong? Describe them,” I command her.
Her eyes widen. “Wait…what?”
“You poked the beast, baby. Now tell me.” I grit out and she smiles before biting her bottom lip. “All lace. Sheer at the crotch. A thin string between my ass cheeks.”
I drool at the thought. The thought of plucking that thin string, moving it to the side, and sliding my tongue between her ass and into that sacred hole. My mouth waters at the idea of kissing her through those sheer panties. “Do you have hair on your cunt, Stassi? Or are you bare?”
“Fuck.” She breathes out and stares at the road in front of us. “I’m bare…”
“Of course, you are,” I grumble. I hadn’t expected anything else from my walking sex of a stepdaughter.
Stepdaughter, you fucking perv.
I’m not touching her, I argue. We’re just talking.
We pull into our driveway and as soon as I shut off the car, she turns towards me. “When we go inside are, we…?”
“I want to talk,” I tell her.
“About…this?”
“Yes.” Her pupils dilate and I note that her thighs are pressed together. “Are you wet, Stassi?”
“Yes, wetter than I’ve ever been in my whole life.”
A growl leaves my throat and before I can think I’m out of the car and practically ripping Stassi from her seat. I’m pulling her but she’s keeping up just as well, practically sprinting to get into the house behind me. I open the door and slam it behind us before pressing her up against the door.
“You cannot tell a soul about anything that happens tonight.”
“Never,” she whispers.
“Whatever happens…stays between you and me, got it?”
“Yes.” Her eyes are wild with fire and sin and I have a feeling she’ll be controlling this ride tonight.
“I’m not saying I’m going to fuck you,” I tell her honestly, “but I’m not saying I won’t do that either.”
“Fuck…me?” The innocent side of her must take over because the fire in her eyes subsides slightly.
“I think if you asked me, I would do just about anything you wanted at this point.”
“So…kiss me,” she commands, tilting her chin upwards and staring into my eyes. “Press your lips to mine and kiss me like you fucking mean it. Like I’m all that matters to you.”
“You are all that matters to me, Stassi.”
“Prove it.”
* * *
Her chin lifts in defiance and a wicked look flares in her brown eyes as I lean down and brush my lips across hers. Her tongue darts out, my guess as an attempt to slip into my open mouth but I’m not ready for that so I take a step back. “You’re not in control, Stassia.”
She whimpers slightly and closes her mouth before nodding slowly. “Sorry. I’m just…anxious.”
She’s still pressed against the door as my arms box her in on either side. I slide them down slowly—down her slim tiny body before I find her hips. I grip them through her dress wishing I could lift it and put my hands on her bare skin. I take a step closer to her, pressing my body against hers and grip her chin harder than I intended, but the moan that slips from her lips lets me know she’s fine with my mild aggression. I run my lips from her temple down her cheek and neck before moving to her chest to that delicious area of skin that has been calling out to me all night. I leave a wet open-mouthed kiss just at the base of her collarbone before lowering my mouth ever so slightly. My tongue darts out to taste her skin and I trace her bare skin delicately as she mewls beneath me.
“You wore this dress on purpose. To tease me.” My nose is pressed against her skin, smelling her sweet perfume and my hands are still gripping her hips so tightly I won’t be surprised if I’m leaving bruises through her dress. Her hands have found m
y biceps and she’s squeezing them equally hard as she shifts back and forth between feet. “If I lift your dress up, will your panties be soaked?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she whimpers, assumedly as an answer to all of my questions. “Touch me and see for yourself.”
“No,” I growl. I may have my lips and hands all over her in this moment, but the idea of sliding my hand between her legs to see the desire I’ve caused her is too much. I pull her away from the door and lift her into my arms, allowing her legs to wrap around my waist. “You are so fucking sexy.” I drop to the couch with her legs still around me and we fall into a rhythm like old lovers that have been doing this for years. My cock, hard and standing practically upright nestles between her legs, rubbing against her lace covered pussy and she moans in response to the stimulation. She moves up and down on me while her eyes bore into mine. “You’re so wet, beautiful. Tell me, it’s all for me?” I grip her butt, still careful not to go beneath her dress even though we are hurdling over lines with every passing second.
“Yes. Kiss me,” she whispers and I’ve just now realized, I’ve yet to kiss her despite the fact that we’re dry humping on this couch like teenagers.
I grip her face, making our eyes lock and the look on her face mixed with her wet cunt bouncing up and down on my cock makes me lose complete control. I grab her neck and squeeze gently, before slamming her mouth to mine, sliding my hand from the front of her neck to the back to keep her in place. I’ve yet to begin to explore her mouth; both of our mouths are closed at the moment but I know it’s only a matter of time before she opens and gives me a taste of that sweet tongue.
She pulls back and I don’t miss how red and swollen her lips are. Fuck. “Dominic,” she whispers before running her tongue over her bottom lip. “More,” she begs and I nod in response.
She presses her lips to mine and instantly I open my mouth. Her tongue darts in and I groan at the taste of her. She tastes like a hint of whiskey but mostly of her vanilla lip balm that she just applied in the car. She has the softest lips I’ve ever kissed. She continues to move back and forth against me, making me wish I could free my cock from the confines of my pants and the ache in it. Her hands move behind my head, pulling at the hair there and I let her neck go and move back to her ass to move her harder against me. Our tongues twist and turn with each other, exploring and tasting each other for the first time. She slinks back into her mouth and I follow her, making love to her sweet mouth the way I would to her pussy, if I ever have the chance. I cup her face to keep her in place as I continue to kiss her like I’ve never kissed another woman. Like I need her kiss more than I need oxygen. Like if I stop, I’ll die.