CONTENT: Step dad, daughter, Urges, milk, breast milk, Tities sucking, fingering, wet.
CHAPTER 1
The Uber pulls up in front of the little yellow house at the end of Crestmont Ridge. I sit there and stare out the window for a minute. The grass is cut perfectly. The fence is an immaculate white. The two cars in the driveway are spotlessly clean.
I take a deep breath….
I hate this place, I fucking hate it with every fiber of my being! … and let it out in a long and arduous sigh.
I’m home. Fucking-A, for better or for worse, I’m home. “Miss, do you”
“No!”
I open the door and get out of the Uber before the driver has a chance to say another word to me. Then I start up the sidewalk to the front door. I’m carrying my one large duffle bag. It’s all I’ve got. It’s all my possession in the world.
I’m halfway to the door when it opens. Charlie comes out, stands on the steps. I see mom hovering behind him in the doorway.
“Sheryl,” he says as I draw near. “Charlie,” I reply, reaching the steps. I stop and we both stare at each other. There’s no love behind those eyes, with either of us. Charlie has been my stepdad for just about two years. He’s authoritarian. He’s all about discipline, routine, self-control.
All things I hate. He sure looks the part. Thick forearms covered with thick, black hair. Massive biceps, huge thighs. He’s all muscle and no fat. His face is toned and chiseled and God, if he wasn’t my stepdad I know I’d fuck him.
He knows that about me, he knows it all too well. That first year of him and mom together under the same roof, well… it was hell. Hell for me, that is. I was and still am a party animal. Seven nights a week out on the town isn’t enough for me I need another night. Most mornings are spent sleeping in and sleeping it off. The day typically doesn’t start until around 4 PM. Then it’s right back into it.
Of course, Charlie wasn’t into allowing that kind of lifestyle as much as mom was. As soon as he moved in, all that changed. I had a curfew. I got grounded. I had rules to follow and chores to do and if I didn’t do either, there’d be punishment. Usually I’d lose my phone. Charlie really knew how to hit me where it hurt. I hated him. I still hate him.
But there’s nothing to do for now. Sid is dead.
He finally found the right combination of coke and fentanyl to do him in. Or should I say ‘wrong?’
Anyway, he died. OD’d just last week. He and I had been living together down near the Sunset Strip. Some shithole that his friends were always in
and out of, dopers mostly. He sold to support his habit and that’s what paid the rent. I sure as shit didn’t work!
But now he’s dead. And none of his deadbeat friends stepped up to move in and take over that rent… even when I made it clear I’d be coming with the place. I’ll never forget the looks on some of their faces, looks that said, ‘Why in the fuck would I want to live with you?’
Those looks hurt. What… wasn’t I hot enough anymore? Bullshit! I was skinny as fuck with a tight and toned tummy, awesome Chinese tattoos above my shaved pussy, and small little titties with taut little nipples. Blonde hair and amazing lips and what wasn’t to like?
So what was with those fools? Didn’t they want to fuck me? And if not, why? Wasn’t I sexy? I thought so! Sid thought so! Fuck, nearly every guy I walk past on the sidewalk downtown thinks so!
I wonder if Charlie still does.
I always figured he had a bit of a thing for me during that last year of high school when I was still living at home. Sometimes I wondered if his strict, authoritarian ways were in reaction to the inner-battle that was waging… both in his mind and in his pants.
Oh, I’d seen the way he’d looked at me before… wrapped in a towel and heading to my room after a shower, wearing my skimpy nighttime clothes, or just in the kitchen looking at my phone. Sometimes I know I just happened to catch him at the right moment, when his desire and passion were up… and unmet. It’s no secret that he and mom don’t do it that much. I think that’s mostly mom.
Ever since she went the born-again route she’s been all about God and sin and lust and purity and… Jesus it makes both of us sick! I guess that’s one thing we have in common our secret disdain for mom’s newfound religiosity. Charlie folds his arms across his chest, looks down on me from three steps high. “We’re clear on the rules, then.”
I nod. “Do I need to repeat them to you?” I shake my head.
“Well, I’m going to.”
I roll my eyes. “First, no partying none. And I mean none, young lady!” He’s shaking his finger in my face now. “The first time I get a whiff of marijuana coming off you, or smell even the faintest hint of a beer, then you’re out of here. Do we have that straight.”
I nod.
“What’s that? I didn’t hear you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.”
“Good. Now, rule number two. You’re to be in this house and in bed by Ten PM every night, is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Rule number three. No boys. None. You’re not to have a man in this house, is that understood?”
Jesus this is getting tedious! “Yes.” “Yes…?”
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. Now, rule number four. You’re going to get a job or you’re going to enroll in college. One or the other, or hopefully both.”
My face scrunches up. “A job? But”
“No ‘buts,’ young lady. This is all just going over what we discussed on the phone. You do remember that discussion, don’t you? You weren’t dazed out of your mind on drugs at the time, huh?”
“No, Charlie, no I was not ‘ dazed out of my mind on drugs at the time.'”
“Well then good, you shouldn’t have any trouble remembering what you’ve already agreed to. So finally, we have rule number five… and what I think is the most simplest of them all, well, except for the drug use, of course.”
“Of course,” I say, my biggest eyeroll yet.
“You’re to treat your mother and I with the respect that we’ve earned raising you up all these years, and the respect that we deserve for taking you back in like this, after… after…”
“After my druggie boyfriend did himself in,” I finish for him. “Yes, yes… couldn’t have said it better myself.”
He steps aside then, his spiel over. I move up the three steps, get to the door. Mom’s there, smiling so much it looks like she’s about to burst out in tears.
“Oh, honey… it’s so good to have you home!” she says with outstretched arms.
I can’t help but smiling along with her. My mom for all her crazy foibles is an amazingly great person. I just wish she never would have met the asshole standing here next to us.
“Hi, mom,” I say, falling into her arms for a hug.
“Well, dinner’s at five o’clock tonight,” Charlie says after a few moments of us standing there together. “I suppose you’ll want to get your… things… unpacked, get settled a bit.”
I nod… and then decide now’s the time for my little speech of gratitude… anything to help ease them into this situation one none of us wanted and break the ice a bit. “Mom, Charlie… thanks so much for this. I know it’s not what you had planned, me moving back in, and I’m sorry.”
“Oh, honey, you can”
“Mom, no,” I say with a wave of my hand, “this wasn’t planned but when I was in trouble you two stepped up and offered me a place to stay. I’ll always be thankful for that. And I promise, I’ll follow your rules and just as soon as I’m back on my feet, I’ll be out of your hair and into a new place of my own.”
“When you’re ready, honey,” mom says, smiling. I look to Charlie and he nods, though a bit reluctantly. He also reaches a hand out as I pass, squeezes my shoulder. The fingers of his other hand brush up against my ass, and not in an accidental kind of way.
Now, he fondled me.
I glance over my shoulder as I’m heading inside, but he’s not looking at me. Does what I think just happened really happen? Despite my disdain for my stepdad, something inside of me quickens. My pussy lips clench. He actually turned me on. With a smile I head upstairs to my room, head into my new life.
It’s three days after I moved back in and my friends are so fucked up! They’ve had half a dozen beers, the same number of shots, countless bowls to smoke, and way too many hits off that one girl’s vape pen. Thankfully, that’s not me.
I’m doing my best to follow Charlie’s rules. So I’ve only had a bowl, just a single bowl to smoke. So I figure I’m covered there. We’re all in the same Uber together and I agree to get dropped off last, making sure everyone gets inside safely. Now the issue is getting inside my place without waking anyone.
I mean, shit I don’t know how the fuck I’m gonna get out of this Uber, let alone walk up the sidewalk to the door, in it, and then up to my room… all without making a sound. Oh, I am so fucking fucked!