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“I’m gonna hit the pool. I’m feeling a little heated.” Parker walked off down the deck.
“I’m sorry, Kayla.” Daniel’s mouth was downturned, his shoulders slumped.
“You have nothing to be sorry about.” I reminded him. “I’m sorry that your relationship with my mom brought these problems to your door.
“We should talk about that sometime. My relationship with your mom.”
“There’s no need.”
“I think there is, Kayla, because I doubt it was what you thought it was.”
I nodded my head and walked back into the house. My head was already buzzing with meeting Parker and being reminded of my mom’s behavior. I didn’t need riddles from Daniel accompanying it.
Chapter 2
Daniel
I had no clue how to handle this. Kayla had entered my life when she had been seventeen, supposedly as my stepdaughter, but hell I had never felt that way about her. Her mom’s clear mission to land me for my money was apparent from the beginning and I wouldn’t have stuck it out were it not for the tall, willowy red-head that hung behind her. She was beautiful but downbeat. I had figured she needed someone to look out for her, to believe in her. So I had kept her mom in money so I could give Kayla a home. Instead, I had ended up keeping an eye on her from a distance as she decided she preferred staying with a friend and her friend’s mom rather than here. I tried not to take it too personally. Her relationship with her mom was complex. But the times I did see her she was always awkward around me. As much as I had tried to show her I wasn’t the same as the other stepfathers that had gone before me, she stayed distant. Once she had turned eighteen I asked her mom to leave. Her mom moved on and Kayla was led to believe her mom had left me. There was no reason for me to keep in touch with Kayla at all, but I couldn’t help myself.
When I opened the door to her today I was mind blown. Her red hair was tousled and the breeze had blown it across her face a little. I wanted to reach out and push it behind her ear. My dick had hardened as my gaze had taken in her pale green sundress, with its thin straps resting over Kayla’s freckled shoulders. Its loose cotton hung over that still slim silhouette and with the light behind her it had made the dress partially see-through so the shape of her legs and the space between her thighs was apparent as she stood there. My first thoughts had been to hug her--she was finally here. Then I realised Kayla wasn’t the hugging type so I just held her away from me. I made an excuse about getting her luggage so that I might hold the suitcase in front of my crotch. The last thing I wanted to do was to have embarrassed her. I knew she would have enough to contend with, in the fact she was going to have to meet Parker soon.
Then I showed her to her bedroom, even though she knew how to find it herself. It had been so long since she had visited, she was acting like a stranger. The room had been a mess, still in the paint that belonged to the nineties. I loved to paint, but unfortunately, it was on canvas rather than walls. Still, I suggested she might like to decorate it. Again my conversation stemmed from the fact that as I had stood in the bedroom alongside her all I wanted to do was push her down on the bedspread and lift that dress up so I could see her secret places.
And I called her a hot Realtor. I wanted the ground to swallow me whole.
The worst thing though was her introduction to Parker. I knew Parker was a good looking dude and there was no way I wanted them to hit it off in that way, so I encouraged the stepbrother talk. I figured though they weren’t related, if she saw him in that kind of relationship, it would prevent anything from happening.
It was also the reason I had given Parker a home here. He was a decent enough guy, though a little self-centered. But it gave me a reason to get Kayla into my home. I didn’t want her to go rushing off to LA in search of her mother. Not that I thought for a moment she would anyway. But selfish or not, I wanted her here with me for a while. So I could spend time seeing her laugh, listening to her sass and, admittedly so I could fantasize about nailing that sweet little body. I had always wanted her, for seven long years and if I had my way, she would be seeing me in a far different way to a stepdaddy before she went back home—if, she went back home. Because, if I got my way, I would have that girl mine and pregnant within weeks.
I watched as Parker lifted himself out of the pool. He grabbed a towel and dried off. I had given him a job at the art gallery I opened in Chandler Square. It was funny how my career had changed. When Patty, Kayla’s mom, had come into my life, I was running a chain of tattoo parlors. You might think they wouldn’t do so well in the more affluent parts of New York, but you would be incorrect. All the rich housewives competed with each other for the most beautiful tattoos and my artwork was renowned. All my shops had had the best artists in them, where you were guaranteed a fantastic inking. Yet within twelve months of Patty being in my life, I had to sell the chain on to keep afloat. Keeping my house had been touch and go, until after she had left and I’d been trying to sell some of the contents of my home. An art collector had picked up a couple of my canvases--things I had painted for fun--and unknown to me, he’d shown them to a dealer. The dealer had gotten in touch with me about securing more of my work. Soon, this hobby had become a passion and had given me a renewed vigor for life. I had opened my own gallery in Port Jeff, a pay-it-forward if you like, someplace to buy art from fresh new talent and a permanent display of my own work. I was very fortunate. So with that regard, I could afford to feed the two twenty-somethings I found living in my house until I worked out how to get Parker to leave without taking Kayla with him. And getting Kayla to want to stay.
I felt hot and uncomfortable. The heat from the day made my tee cling to my body and too many thoughts of Kayla were making me want to jack off. I decided to go for a swim myself now that Parker had gone through to the bathroom in the pool house. I would do a few laps in the pool and try to cool off and calm myself down before dinner when I would see her again.
Chapter 3
Kayla
After unpacking I had taken a shower and laid down on the top of the bedspread for a while. I couldn’t very well stay in here all day, could I? At some point, I was going to have to reappear downstairs. I swung my legs off the bed and lifted myself up, walking towards the window and pulling the drapes open slightly to let in some light. The window was wall to ceiling and looked out over the lawn and pool. Daniel stood at the side of the swimming pool. I watched as he laid a towel across the back of a white plastic beach chair and shrugged off his tee, followed by his board shorts which revealed his swim trunks. I couldn’t see very well from this distance. I would have given anything for a telescope so I could have spied on that package in his trunks. After my shower, I had been so hot that I laid on my bed completely naked. I knew that Parker had been at the pool and Daniel had been on the deck so I felt safe that I wasn’t going to be caught in the nude. Plus, to be honest, it was a fantasy of mine for Daniel to walk in on me naked and him not being able to walk away from me if he did. Being close to him stirred something inside me. I scolded myself. I mustn’t delude myself that I was here for any other reason than I guessed he still had feelings for my mom and that extended to me. Maybe he was hoping I would go with Parker to find her and bring her home? The thought made me angry. It made me want to pick up the frilly bedspread and rip it apart. How was I going to cope with being this close to him? Keeping such proximity was going to kill me. Daniel dived into the water, a sleek practiced move which made me wonder if all his moves were so smooth and elegant.
I moved away from the window feeling antsy. I picked up a magazine from my travel tote and attempted to focus on the latest celebrity gossip, but my thoughts wandered to Daniel and his body and how the hell I was going to keep my hands away from him.
I threw the magazine down and rested back against the headboard with a sigh. Maybe the only way I was going to be able to deal with him in real life was to have him in a fantasy one? It was worth a shot.
So I closed my eyes and let my hand trail down to the warmth of my cleft. I pressed my finger against my nub and felt a tingle rip through my body. Yes, my body almost screamed to me. Let us come. We need it.
I trailed a path from my bud down into my wetness, then I brought my finger back up again, flicking my clit. I imagined that it was Daniel’s finger that dipped into my core and as I had that thought my pussy blossomed under my fingers. My cream ran thick and coated my digits. Was it taboo to be imagining fucking my stepdad? I
reconciled the thought with the fact that this was going to help me relax. I felt the tension in the back of my neck from meeting Parker’s belligerent ass earlier, and if I wasn’t going to end up with a migraine I needed to do something about it. It’s amusing how a dirty mind belonging to a horny body can reconcile any thoughts. I returned to my fantasy of fucking Daniel.
In my imagination, he was at the end of my bed, laid beside my hip. His hand cupping my mound, telling me how fucking wet I was and how he was going to take me with his huge cock until I could barely walk. I pushed two fingers inside myself and twisted them around while moving them in and out. With my free hand, I pinched my nipples. My breasts were a small handful but oh so responsive. It was like there was a connection between my nipples and my core. I felt like I could come from playing with my tits alone. My fingers continued to tease my clit as I changed my fantasy so that Daniel was between my legs.
I drew my legs up and let my thighs drop to the side.
“Oh, yeah. Right there, right there.” I moaned.
“Put your tongue on my clit and suck it.”
I put two fingers, one on either side of my nub, and squeezed. I placed a finger from my other hand in my mouth and wet it and then flicked it and moved it over my clit as if it were Daniel’s tongue.
