My New Step-Dad (9 page)

I mentally pat myself on the back. Now I don’t have to worry about her hanging out with him tomorrow. I’ll call Holly and see if she’ll take Sophie dress shopping. I’m sure Holly will know all the places to go.

The movie starts playing and we both fall into silence. Once again, just like work, I can't seem to stop thinking about her and looking over at her. I curse the popcorn for masking Sophie’s scent. Now I can’t even get light traces of her sweet smell. At least that would be something to maybe help cool me.

“
Bruce, you hold the popcorn. I’m a little cold and want a blanket.” She sets the bowl in my lap before I can respond, and then she pulls down the blanket off of the back of the sofa; covering up the lower half of her body.

I’m thankful she used something to shield her body from my eyes, but I wish she’d cover up her tits too. Her nipples are so hard and poke through her shirt. I keep thinking about baseball to try to get my mind off wondering if they are hard from the cold or from her being turned on.

We both stare at the screen in silence, and she reaches over to my lap for popcorn every few moments. I feel her wiggling closer to me until finally she’s pressed against my body.

“
Sophie,” I warn, but she doesn’t move.

I look over and she looks up at me through her lashes, so innocent and sweet. “I’m just a little cold, that’s all. This kind of touching is okay, right?”

“
Yes, I suppose this is okay. Are you really that cold?”

She blushes and looks down at her hard nipples. She looks back at me.

“
Yes.” She whispers it so softly, like she’s afraid she’ll get in trouble. I can’t help but think about the last time she got in trouble, and I stormed into her room and made her show me her pussy. My cock is instantly at full attention and there’s no hiding it. Maybe she wants that again but I can’t. I lost control twice already and I won’t do it again, so I try to not think about it.

I feel bad for her because she’s so cold, so I raise my arm up, putting it around her shoulders and pulling her into my body. She turns a little and her hard nipples poke into my chest, but I try not to focus on it. I’m just warming her up. This is completely innocent.

Suddenly, I feel her lean into my neck and smell me there.

“
Sophie,” I say again in my warning tone, but again she doesn’t move.

“
I’m just trying to get warm,” she whispers against my skin, her cold nose tickling my neck, and I feel my cock start to leak. It drips onto my shorts and I look down to see a wet spot.

She follows my gaze and licks her lips.

“
No,” I say, stopping her thoughts, but I can’t exert that control over my own. I picture myself pulling down my shorts, my cock springing free. I would grab her by the hair and make her take me in her mouth. I would have to control her movements because she's never sucked a cock before. “If you can’t behave, we can’t watch the movie,” I finish, pushing my own thoughts from my head.

She nods in agreement, and we go back to sitting in silence for a few more moments.

After a minute or two, I feel her arm moving as she leans into my neck again. I don’t say anything as she snuggles into my body, because this is something a dad and daughter would do. I’m sure they would snuggle and watch a movie, so I try to just go with it and not think about my cock and how fucking horny this makes me.

She presses against me, and I still feel her arm moving, so I look down. Her eyes are closed and her hand moves under the covers. I can’t see what she’s doing, but I have a pretty good idea, and it makes me break out in a sweat.

“
Sophie,” I say, and she moans against my neck. “You can’t do this. I’m your step-dad. This isn’t right. You don’t want this,” I plead with her because my own control is breaking.

“
You’re not touching me,” she whispers against my neck and, God help me, my dick jerks at her words. She’s right, I’m not touching her.

“
You’re too young for me. This isn’t right.”

“
I’m so close. Just for a second, please.” Her husky voice seems to wrap around my balls. I close my eyes tightly, knowing this is so wrong, but I can’t resist her. I put the popcorn on the side table and then pull her against my side with both arms, holding her close.

“
Okay, Sophie, but be quick. No one will ever know.”

The blanket covers her bottom half so I can’t see what’s happening, but at my words, I feel her arm speed up as she presses against me and rubs herself.

I close my eyes and picture her little fingers rubbing her clit so fast and hard, just reaching for her orgasm.

“
Oh, Bruce,” she says, and licks my neck. I think she is trying to get a rise out of me with her words.

“
Don’t do that, Sophie. Just rub your pussy and cum real fast, and we can pretend this didn’t happen.”

She nods against me, agreeing to the stupid idea that we could pretend this didn’t happen. But maybe we can. I’ve been pretending the night I came all over her never happened.
It was just a dream,
I keep telling myself.

I feel her arm go into motion again. She rubs her chest against me, and I feel her shirt fall the rest of the way off one shoulder, exposing one of her tits completely.

“
I want to feel your skin on mine. Please.” She leans back a little, and I can see the need in her eyes.

“
Okay, but this is it. You need to cum quick,” I tell her, but part of me doesn’t want that at all. It’s been so long since I’ve had someone up against me. Skin to skin.

“
Okay.”

I reach down and pull my shirt off over my head, and then lift hers up fully so she can push her tits to my naked chest. I lean back into the sofa with my arm around her, and she sits right next to me, twisted to the side so our chests are press together. One small move and she could be straddling me, but I just hold her naked chest against mine, as she works both of her hands under the covers.

The feel of her hard nipples against me is so good and so wrong. I shouldn’t be so turned on. I should be ashamed of myself. The feel of her naked chest against mine is amazing, and I can’t help but turn into her body as well.

I hold her tightly to me, rubbing my dick against her blanket-covered body.

“
Oh God,” I moan, and close my eyes.

The thin blanket is the only thing separating our lower bodies, but the feeling of our skin pressed together at my chest is all I need. I feel myself uncoiling, nearing an orgasm that I’m fighting against.

“
Please cum fast, Sophie. This isn’t right.” I can hear the plea in my own voice. I know if she doesn't cum soon, I will.

“
I’m so close.”

My eyes squeeze shut and I don’t see her hand come out from under the blanket, I just feel it when it closes around my covered cock. I jerk at the touch and start to protest, but she rubs harder, and I lose the battle.

“
Come with me, Bruce.”

Her soft sweet words send me over, and I release my cum inside my shorts. I hear her shouts of release as I hit my peak, feeling my own orgasm trigger hers. As I open my mouth, gulping in air as the last spurts of cum leave my dick, I feel her finger touch my lips and, God help me, I suck her drenched finger into my mouth and taste her sweet nectar as I finish.

When we both catch our breath, I look down at her and watch as she cuddles into my side again.

“
I like movie night,” she whispers.

I sit there, stunned at what just happened, and all I can think is…I agree.

SOPHIE

“
No, your hips look too wide in that one,” Holly says before shuffling me back into the dressing room.

“
That’s because I eat three meals a day,” I mumble to myself, letting the dressing-room curtain fall closed. I look in the mirror to see if she’s right. The tight material clings to me like a second skin, the dark blue making my skin look like silky porcelain. Turning to the side, I run my hands across my stomach, not seeing what she does. I look…beautiful. Older than I really am. I bite my lip, wondering if Bruce would like it. My age seems a little off-putting to him

Unexpectedly, Holly bursts into the dressing room, a bright orange dress hanging over her arm. I look at her in the mirror and suddenly don’t feel so beautiful. This is the woman Bruce will actually touch. I wonder if they’re in some kind of relationship. Would that make me the other woman? Surely what we’re doing crosses lines if he’s in a relationship with someone else. He and I aren’t together, and I feel stabby at the idea of him doing things with this woman.

“
Here, try this one,” she says, shoving the bright orange ball of cloth in my face.

“
Is this a hunting charity event?” I say, eyeing the fluffy thing she’s calling a dress.

She lets out a laugh, and it’s the first time in my life I ever thought a laugh could be filled with sophistication. She even laughs classy.

“
Trust me, you’ll stand out.”

No shit,
I think to myself. The thing is fluorescent orange. I guess the point of the color is to stand out, but I can only think of one person I care to have attention from.

“
Thanks,” I say, taking the dress from her.

“
So, I was wondering, woman to woman, could you put in a good word for me with Bruce? I think he thinks I just want something casual, but, well I’ve sort of been in love with him before he married your mom.”

My eyes go wide at her words. Seriously? It’s not bad enough that I have to hang out with Bruce’s fuck buddy or whatever she is, but she wants me to talk her up to him? At least I know they aren’t in some kind of committed relationship. That’s what adults do, right? They date multiple people, but I’m not sure I’m cut out for that. I need to find out what Bruce and Holly have going on. No way will I be doing whatever this is we’re doing while he’s seeing other people. I mean, masturbating on each other has to classify as some kind of relationship, right?

“
I mean,” she continues after seeing the look on my face, “I know he and your mother weren’t really married, and a man has needs. I’m more than willing to fill them. I just want more. Bruce is going to be, well, hell, he could probably run for mayor in the future if he really wanted to. I think we’d make the perfect pair.”

I’m happy she thinks my shock was over the fact that she was hitting on Bruce so soon after my mother’s death and not the fact that I want him for myself. I can’t believe I let Bruce talk me into doing this.

When he told me he wanted to help me find a dress for the event, I had no idea he meant he would be sending Holly to help me. I would have turned him down if I had known that. I actually thought he was going to come with me. We’d go dress shopping, and then he would show me around town.

I feel like my brain is a jumbled mess of emotions and I have no idea what to do. I’ve spent years just going through the motions, and now I feel like everything around me is coming to life, and I’m overwhelmed.

“
I can’t do this.” Pushing the blue dress down my body, I let it pool at my hips. I grab my own halter dress and slide it over my head, slipping my flats back on.

“
You really shouldn’t wear flats, you’re already so short.”