Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA) (17 page)

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Miranda lay there until she just couldn’t take the sun anymore. Once the excitement from her step-dad seeing her masturbate had worn off, she was just left with apprehension about what he would say. Did he see her though? She couldn’t be sure but there was a good chance he had so she stayed outside as long as she could, enduring the scorching heat while she worried about running into him. If she tried hard she could probably avoid him for the rest of the weekend she decided. Her mouth was so dry now. She had to have water.

When she stood up from the chair, her legs wobbled and her vision blurred at the edges so bad she almost fell over but managed to hold it together. Probably really dehydrated. And not thinking straight. If he confronted her about the little show she put on outside his window, that’s what she would say. The sun messed her up in the head, she didn’t know what she was doing. Maybe cry a little if it seemed appropriate.

The plan was to peak her head inside and if it looked okay she’d run upstairs to her room and close the door. Drink some water. Figure out what to do.

She gripped the knob on the backdoor and meant to turn it slowly so as to not make a sound but then she yanked her hand off and yelped in pain. The metal was freaking hot.

The door swung open suddenly and she jumped back. He was standing there in the doorway looking at her.

“Are you okay?” he said. “I thought I heard you yell.”

She looked at her hand, wanted to look anywhere but at him, her face heating up from embarrassment. “I think so. I might have burned my hand.”

“Uh oh. Better put some cold water on it. Come on.”

She looked up at him now, and he was smiling at her. It didn’t seem like he was mad or anything. Maybe he hadn’t seen her after all.

He took her wrist and led her over to the sink, turning the cold water on, and put her hand underneath the stream. “How was your sunbathing?” He asked.

“Umm. Pretty good I guess.”

“I was wondering how long you were going to stay out there cooking yourself.”

She wasn’t sure what to say. I was worried you would be mad at me for fucking myself with the highlighter didn’t have much of a ring to it. But he didn’t seem mad. In fact, this was probably the best mood he’d been in for a while. “How’s the gaming going?” she asked.

“Pretty good. I’m close to finishing this one. I just came to get a beer while I do it.”

“That’s cool,” she said. He was still holding her wrist, his big hand fitting around it easily. “Could I watch?”

“If you want. It’s probably not that exciting.”

“That’s okay. Sometimes it can be fun to watch other people.” She scanned his face for a reaction but there was nothing that she noticed. He just kept smiling and nodding, looking down at her hand.

He grabbed a beer from the fridge and she filled a glass with water and gulped it down then followed him into the dark office, the blinds still closed. She didn’t mention it and set her magazine down on the desk next to his keyboard, the highlighter on top of it.

There was a chair in the corner she pulled over next to his, close enough she could smell is aftershave again. The same scent he’d had ever since she’d met him. It was the smell she associated with a man she realized. Smelling him and sitting there in the dark in her tiny bikini so close she could touch him, the place between her legs began to heat up again.

He sipped at his beer and explained to her what was going on in the game, what he needed to do to finish the level. The way he was talking about it, speaking quickly now, gesturing with his hands, looking over at her every now and then, those beautiful eyes of his on her, she started to get into the game also and she asked him questions about it which encouraged him to explain more.

As he told her about one thing in particular he was stuck on and couldn’t figure out, his hand reached over and grabbed the highlighter off the desk, fidgeting with it in his hand as he talked to her. Did he know she had just buried it deep inside her cunt? If he did he wasn’t letting on. She decided now that he hadn’t seen her after all. It he did he wouldn’t be acting so casual around her now. The blinds had shut; she knew she didn’t imagine that. But it was possible he’d closed them and not even looked out at her.

He put the highlighter back down and put his hands on the keyboard to play, still explaining everything he was doing to her. She was a little surprised to see the main character in the game, the one he was playing with, was a young woman, blonde with large breasts–just like her.

“Did you pick this character yourself or did it come like that?” she asked.

“No, I made it. You like her?”

“Yeah, she’s cute. She kind of looks like me.”

“Does she?” He made her dive and roll on the screen then turned her towards them. The character’s large breasts bounced beneath her tight shirt, her nipples perpetually hard. “Yeah, I guess she does. Huh.” He ran her into a dark house and started trying to figure out what he needed to do to finish the level.

Miranda was getting into it now too, starting to understand why he liked it so much. She spotted something in a dark corner and put her hand on his arm, told him to check it out. There was something hidden there he hadn’t noticed before and he said it might turn out to be really useful. That he was impressed she saw it.

She said, “We make a good team.”

“Yeah, we do.”

She picked his beer up and took a sip, looking at him to see if he’d be mad. Her mom didn’t let her drink and he usually deferred to whatever she said. He wasn’t her real dad after all. But either he didn’t notice or he didn’t care. She put the beer back down and he immediately picked it up and gulped the rest of it down. It turned her on knowing her saliva on the can was mixing with his and it made her think about what it would be like to kiss him, his manly stubble rubbing up against her face.

He said, “Would you mind grabbing me another beer?”

“Sure. I’ll get myself one too,” she said, joking with him to see what he would do. She expected him to laugh and say no way but he just shrugged his shoulders and kept running the blonde with her bouncing tits around on the screen.

When she came back with the beer, one for each of them, he had the highlighter in his hand again, staring at the screen, a concentrated look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, handing him the beer.

“I don’t know, I just can’t figure out what I need to do.”

“Can I try?”

He kept looking at the screen, and she thought maybe he hadn’t heard her but then he said sure, of course and pushed away from the desk, started to get up to let her sit down. Before he could though, she spun around and plopped her butt down on his lap, still covered only by the small polka-dot bikini.
 

“Okay, show me what to do,” she said.

For a moment he didn’t move and she wondered if she was too heavy or he just didn’t want her there. She was silly to try to flirt with a grown man like this. And not just any man; her mom’s husband. They weren’t getting along sure, but still.

Just when she was about to get up and apologize–maybe she could still use the excuse about the sun making her not think straight–he moved the chair closer to the desk, and reached his arms on either side of her to put his hands on the keyboard. She shifted over to the side a little so he could see the screen better and she looked back it him–their faces so close now–as he started explaining the controls, totally smooth, like it was every day he let a horny young girl who wanted his cock in her mouth sit on his lap drinking beer.

Once he finished telling her how to do it, he moved his large hands away letting her take over and then one of his hands came down to rest on her thigh. Her heart beat faster in her chest now being so close to him, feeling him touch her leg.

She tried to concentrate on playing the game but the growing sensation between her legs distracted her. Her cunt gushed into her bikini now, maybe so wet it would soak through the thin material, depositing her juices onto his leg. Needing to stimulate her aching pussy somehow, almost unconsciously she shifted her hips around on his lap, pushing her swollen, wet slit down into him.

As she attempted to maneuver the woman around on the screen, she felt something poking into her leg. And all at once she realized it had to be his hard cock, the thing she wanted most, so close to her virgin pussy now. All he had to do was slip it out, pull her bathing suit to the side and she could ride him to climax right here in the dark office. Nobody would ever have to know.

Shifting herself over so that his dick was right below her pussy, she pushed down into it, wanting it inside her so bad.

When she did that, he inhaled sharply and his hand gripped her thigh tight, squeezing her leg.

Again she rubbed herself on him, wanting to turn around and see his face.

But then the sound of the doorbell ringing interrupted them and she jumped up off his lap as if somebody had just caught her doing something wrong.

He got up quickly and without looking at her left the office to answer the door.

She sat back down on the chair, trying to catch her breath. Her pussy soaking wet now, her face flush with anticipation. God, that was so hot.

At the front door, she heard her step-dad talking to their neighbor. The neighbor asking if he was busy, telling him about this project he was working on in his garage, asking if he could help, saying there was a cooler full of beer over there too. Her step-dad saying damn how could he turn that down, let him just throw some shoes on.

“Hey Miranda,” he called out to her.

“Yeah?” she yelled back.

“I’m going to go help Bill for a while. You’ll be okay by yourself?”

Damnit. “Yeah, of course,” she said.

“Okay, I’ll see you later if you’re still home.”

“Okay.”

After she heard them leave, she sighed then shut the monitor off, pulled her knees up into the chair, all alone in the dark office now, and grabbed the highlighter off the desk. She snatched the crotch of her bathing suit to the side and pushed it into herself, imagining his pulsing cock fucking her tight, wet cunt, moaning as loud as she wanted not caring who might hear.

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The rest of the day she spent lazing around the house, wondering what the hell was taking him so long over there. Thinking maybe she should go over in her bikini and tease them. Finally, she decided she would just take a nap, so she laid down on the couch in the living room and quickly dozed off.

Something startled her awake and it took her a moment to realize where she was. She'd just been dreaming about being at a beach, playing with some kids. They were her kids actually. A boy and a girl, they were all three building a sand castle together. And someone had been sitting off to the side, sitting in a chair watching them. Who was it though? As she became more awake, the dream faded from her and she tried to remember who it was watching them, smiling. It was someone she knew well–was he the father of her kids? She remembered being so happy he was there with them.

Then the light came on and she covered her eyes to shield them from the harsh white glow overhead, the dream completely gone now.

“Miranda?”

It was her step-dad. “I’m on the couch,” she said. Looking down, adjusting her bikini top. Then he was standing over her smiling, his head blocking the light as her eyes adjusted. She smiled back at him. “Hi,” she said. And now she remembered who the man in the dream was.

“Were you asleep?” he asked.

“Yeah, I was just dreaming.”

“A good dream, I hope.”

“Yes. A very good dream actually.”

“Oh yeah? Care to share?”

“Maybe later,” she said, sitting up now, running her fingers through her hair. She probably looked like a bum now. “How was Bill’s project?”

“Fine. I helped him build a doghouse.”

“They don’t even have a dog,” she said.

“Yeah, I know. I think it was more of an excuse to drink beer and be in the garage.”

She laughed. “Did you drink a lot?”

He grinned. “Maybe.”

She could tell he had by how relaxed he was. “You have any plans tonight?” she asked.

“Nope. You?”

“No. I think I’m going to get in the hot tub for a while,” she said. “You want to join me?”

He stopped smiling and furrowed his brow, shaking his head quickly. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Miranda. Listen, I wanted to talk to you. Earlier, when you were outside sunbathing…” He looked down now, like there was something in the carpet that would help him say what he wanted to say.

Here it comes. She knew what he was going to say. Going to tell her how immature and dirty she was for stripping down in the backyard and fucking herself. How she should be ashamed. How he’d already called her Mom and told her. When she was sitting on his lap earlier, it probably wasn’t his cock she’d felt at all, just his cell phone or something. How could she have ever thought a mature, sexy, man like him would be attracted to her, an inexperienced virgin? So stupid. She wanted to start crying, slink down to the floor and hide under the couch. But she didn’t. She sat there doing her best to act natural, not wanting him see that she really was just a little girl who couldn’t control her emotions. She waited for him to tell her all that.

But he didn’t.

He said, “I know that you’re a woman now…” Pausing, looking at his hands, still searching for words. “You know I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your house too.”

She stared at him, waiting for what he would say next, still wanting to run away but she just nodded slowly and smiled, encouraging him to continue, like she knew exactly what he was trying to say.

He looked up at her now, still serious, squinting his eyes while he tried to figure out what to say.

She stopped smiling, unable to hold it together. The tears would come any time now. This was the most embarrassing moment of her entire life.

Then he said, “You know what? Yeah. The hot tub sounds good. We’re both adults here.”

Miranda exhaled and realized she’d been holding her breath. She sucked in deeply and felt the tension leave her neck and shoulders. Somehow she managed to say, “Yeah, totally.”