I stare at the time on the top of my phone. I’ve been sitting in the coffee shop not too far from the airport for over 20 minutes now and no one’s yet to pick me up. My mother just got married after nearly eighteen months since my father and my mother had a divorce. They battled in court for quite a long time on who’s gonna take custody of me.
It was a little pointless if you ask me. Instead of spending so much money in court, why not ask the child in question? Well to cut the long story short, my mother won the court case and now I have to live with her. I hated the idea of coming to live with my mom. My mother isn’t bad. Before my parents had a divorce, my mother and I were close. She was like my best friend. She was my favorite parent amongst my parents.
Now you might be wondering ‘why did you hate the idea of moving in with your mother if you guys were pretty close?’ She just got married, remember? To this rich Billionaire, or millionaire, I didn’t care, and he lived in Georgia. Far away from where my parents originally lived before the divorce. I was moving states to be exact. I was leaving my school behind, my friends, even my boyfriend. It was a big blow for him especially. I had a word with my mom, and she agreed that I stayed longer with dad until I graduated high school before I moved across the states to live with her new husband.
My boyfriend broke up with me two days ago when I told him I was leaving the state to live with my mom. He was furious, got mad and asked me never to call him again.
I leaned my back against the booth I was currently sitting on as I remembered the conversation I had with him. Before our final break up, we had split literally four times in our two years relationship. Why? You should already guess why. I was a virgin and he wanted to have sex. I told him I wasn’t ready. I wanted to give myself to someone who deserved it and secondly I planned on losing my virginity the minute I left high school. The night, Barry, my boyfriend and I were supposed to have sex, I bailed on him. I was grounded by my dad and that I couldn’t leave the house. I couldn’t tell why I didn’t want my boyfriend to take my virginity. At first it was right, but as time went on, I realized maybe Barry didn’t deserve it.
I stared at the pictures of my mom and I on my phone to buy time. I called her nearly forty minutes ago when I was at the airport. Mom was a nurse. She worked at the government hospital in Georgia and when I called her that I already arrived forty minutes ago, she said she was pretty occupied with work, and her patients, and that her new husband, I don’t even remember his name, because I didn’t care, was gonna come pick me up. I’ve been waiting for the asshole for nearly 30 minutes now. I’m exhausted, suffering from jet lag and I needed sleep.
My phone rang at once, with an unfamiliar number calling my cell. I picked up and put the phone to my ear and stared out the transparent window of the coffee shop.
” Hello.”
” Kristina?” A deep, very deep male voice said my name.
I pull the phone away from my ear to stare at the caller ID again. I don’t remember this number belonging to a person that I know. I put the phone against my ear again.
” Who’s this?” I ask.
” It’s Killian. Where the hell are you?” He asked. Killian? Mother’s new husband.
” Are you my stepdad?” I asked him.
” Something like that. Where the hell are you?” He sounded pissed and like a complete douchebag. I hated him already.
” I’ve been waiting for nearly 30 minutes now for you to come pick me up, Mr. Killian. Where the hell were you?” I spat on the phone. I was more frustrated than him. I’ve been sitting in this cafe and I’ve ordered nothing but a bottle of water since I got here. The waitresses have been staring at me weirdly.
” Where exactly are you? I’m at the airport and I can’t see you.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes.
” Just drive to that coffee shop close to the airport. You’ll see me there.”
” What are you wearing?” His deep voice asked and I heard him cussed on the phone.
I looked down at myself just to be sure of what I was wearing. A long plane ride can make you forget things sometimes. I heard the ignition of a car.
” Dark blue jeans and a white long sleeve baggy t-shirt.”
” Right. I’ll be there in a minute.”
” How am I gonna know it’s…” My step father hung up before I could even ask him my own question about what he was wearing.
It felt like we were flirting. I rolled my eyes and finished my bottle of water. I grabbed my bags and walked out of the coffee shop to wait for Killian outside. A black expensive car stopped right in front of me and a tall man got out. He shut the door of his car and ran his fingers through his hair. I watched him button his black suit jacket as he walked towards me. His deep blue eyes stared at me from head to toe, giving me a once over.
I took my time to check him out too. God he was hot. Tall, and he oozed off of power and money. Where the hell did my mother get this one from? This man was beyond solid catch. He was sexy and annoyingly good looking. I could barely tell how old he was, but according to my mom, she said my step father was six years younger than my dad. So that made my stepdad 40. Hell, he didn’t look forty. He looked to be in his mid thirties. I was jealous of my mom for having to marry someone like Killian. He was too good looking to avoid.
” Kristina?” He stopped in front of me.
I cleared my throat.
” Kris. It’s Kris. Friends, everybody calls me Kris instead of my full name.” I tried not to stutter.
” Good.” He said and took my bags from my hands. I tried not to settle on the tingling feeling I had when his hand brushed against mine as he retrieved my bags.
Killian opened the trunk of his car and dropped my bags inside. I slid into the passenger’s seat of his car while he entered the driver’s seat and drove out of the parking lot of the small coffee shop.
” What took you so long?”
” I work, Kris.” Killian gave me a straight answer. I rolled my eyes and stared out the window of my new state.
Mom and dad agreed, I’ll be visiting dad twice every three months. It was a little hard to believe I was in Georgia living with my mom and her new husband. My step father. My annoyingly, gorgeous step father who was stinkingly rich. He had an attitude, one I didn’t appreciate. And I hate to think his shitty attitude turned me on.
We pulled outside my new home and I got down from his car. Killian made me carry my bags myself after he opened his trunk for me. I stared at his toned back with anger as he walked inside his house. I struggled with my bags and followed Killian inside. I tried not to get lost in the beauty before my eyes. How rich was he exactly?
” How rich are you?” I asked as I followed Killian up the stairs.
” I don’t appreciate unnecessary questions, Kris.” We walked down a long hallway and stopped in front of a door as he opened it.
” I assumed you’re my stepfather since you’re married to my mom. You ought to be nice to me.”
” Get in, Kris. Try as possible to make yourself at home. You need anything, you can call me or your mother. There’s food in the kitchen, you can eat whatever you want. You get bored, you can make friends with the gardener and the maid that comes in four times every week.” Killian said and turned around the way we came. Down the hall.
” Where are you going?”
” Work.” He gave me a flat answer and disappeared out of my sight.
What exactly did my mother see in Killian to get married to him? Well, he was successful, agreed. Sexy, yes. Rich, probably a Billionaire, because this house is more beautiful and expensive than my father’s. He’s got a shitty attitude, and he was so commanding, definitely not tolerating. I could tell.
I growled underneath my breath and entered my new room. I shut the door with anger and went straight to my new bed. It was a little strange I thought about Killian, my stepfather, as I tried to fall asleep.
It’s been three weeks since I started living with my mom and her new husband. Killian was barely at home. He was a workaholic. He would wake up in the morning, get dressed and leave for work. Sometimes he’d skip breakfast. My mother worked twenty days a month. There were days she stayed at home and we did stuff together. I was mostly bored in this big house. I had nothing to do. I only ever had to talk to someone when my mom was around, and it was different from when she was married to my father. She was always tired and exhausted after her long shift at the hospital. Other times, I talked with the gardener and even the maid. They were good company. Killian, like always, barely looked at me twice. Each time he returned from work, he was mostly in his room or his study. He hated disturbance and barely ever smiled.
That’s the thing with rich people. They are too full of themselves.
Aside from his quiet reputation, he was pretty good with that thing in between his legs. It was pretty weird and maybe I didn’t have to listen, but each time they had sex, my mom was pretty loud, begging Killian to take her and ruin her. She was always moaning loudly. And the most sexy noise I had ever heard in my eighteen years of living was Killian’s groans. I had a thing for a man’s sexy groans and moans. Each time I watched porn, I paid more attention to the male pornstar’s voice, because I could easily get off with that deep, seductive groan and moan.
I imagined his big length driving in and out of my mother. It was wrong to think of Killian’s dick each time I heard him moan. I wondered what he looked like when climaxing. But he always groaned loudly when he climaxed. It was so sexy. Some nights when I couldn’t control myself, I touched myself to the light ta ta ta of Killian’s body slamming into my mother’s. It was a shameful thing to do, but I couldn’t help myself.
It was Friday, my mother’s day off work. I was bored and I had to take a walk around the neighborhood. I sat down in the park for a while before I decided to come back home. I entered the living room and shut the door. The entire house was quiet. Killian was probably still at work, making more money. My mother should be at home. I checked the kitchen and she was nowhere to be found. I decided to check her and Killian’s bedroom. I walked down the hallway but stopped at the sound I was hearing. It sounded like moans, loud moans and grunts from my parents bedroom. Are they fucking again?
I slowed down my steps as I tiptoed toward their bedroom. I should turn around and go to the living room or my bedroom, but curiosity has never been a good thing for me. I needed to know what was going on in that bedroom. The moans came again, louder this time. This time it sounded as if it was coming from the TV. Was Killian masturbating to porn? Why would he even do that when he and my mother had sex nearly twice a week.
I peeked into the slightly opened door of my stepfather and my mother’s bedroom as I silently gasped. I was right. Killian was home, weird, but he was at home. He was lying on the big king sized bed naked. Completely naked. The big bed is adjacent to the door so I could clearly see him. He was staring at something, no, watching something. The moans came again and I was correct. He was masturbating to a pornographic video displaying on their large tv screen that I couldn’t see.
I stood behind the wall while still peeking into their room. Killian’s left hand was tucked underneath his head. His strong right hand fisted his dick as he fucked his fist. He was so sexy. His well built body splayed on their big bed, with his big dick in his hand. I have never seen anything so arousing like this. I was wet. I felt my pussy clenched in between my legs. My panties were already soaked by watching and listening to Killian jerking off. I should have gotten out of there but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t move.
A part of me wanted to walk in and replaced his hand on his dick with mine. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted him to have me, use me however he wanted. I wanted him to fuck me from behind, sideways, I don’t care. I just wanted to feel his cock in my grasp and in my cunt. I was thinking dirty, something I’d never done before. This man’s sex appeal was something i hadn’t seen before. And on the other hand, there was this part of me, this small part of me that was telling me to get out of there and pretend I never saw him stroking his dick to porn. This other part told me to run and lock myself in my room.
But I didn’t listen to this other small part. In fact I locked that small part and pushed it to the back of my head. I bit my lip as I stared at Killian’s hand. He was already close. I watched him stroke his cock faster, moaning and groaning as his hips lifted off from his bed. Then all of a sudden, his eyes snapped to my form as I locked eyes with him. I panicked and fled at once.
What have I done?