Page 7 of Seen by Her Stepdad

My stepdad replies, “Oh, you know. Typical teen angst. Maybe she needs a firm hand because she’s probably trying to control things she can’t.”

I gasp at the sound of that because I know he says the words for me. “You know,” he adds, “I can understand how she didn’t have a father figure growing up and so didn’t get any spankings. My guess is she probably needs a very hard spanking.”

My mother laughs, thinking he’s joking but I feel my heart sink to my stomach. God! Why does it turn me on so much even though I certainly don’t want to have a hard time sitting down for a week? It’s clear he wants me, and it’s clear he will fuck me at some point but for the love of God, when? I mean, I’m not allowed to masturbate, which is making me crazy. I begin to masturbate but then I get so afraid of him catching me! Well, that is true only for the first day. Since then, I don’t masturbate just because Daddy told me not to when he told me that only he has access to my pussy.

Oh God, I don’t even have access to my own pussy!

My mother says, “Well, now that I’m home, maybe I better take care of something. If I don’t, you might spank me!”

My stepfather says, “Wow. You just got home but I’m the one getting the welcome.”

It really infuriates me that he’s going to have sex with her! Oh, I’m not jealous. I mean, I love my mom and I know that my stepfather is her husband. It’s not jealousy at all. The problem is my whole plan for getting him to seduce me whether or not he wants to do it is to keep him so damned turned on he has no ability to resist. She’s going to get him off, and when she does, I’ll have to work on getting him turned on all over again!

I flop down on my bed, kind of desolate. God, it’s so strange to be horny all the time. It’s doubly strange to be horny all the time and not to be able to touch myself! I mean, even the silly little unsatisfying orgasms from before are something at least. At least they take the edge off a little. Now, though, I can’t even have them! Of course, since my first real orgasm, I am able to give myself a good orgasm.

No.

I’m not!

Well, I’m physically able. I have the skill to do it now. Nonetheless, I don’t have permission. God, that ticks me off! Why in the world do I have to be horny all the time? Before, I wasn’t really horny all the time, just aware that I was headed to college as a virgin! Masturbation itself is no longer just trying to find out what it feels like to be sexually satisfied. Now, it’s an attempt to be sexually satisfied.

I stew for a while and then glance at my phone. Sixty minutes in my room already. One hour makes all my plans disappear and I have to start over! A terrible thought hits me. Now that Mom is back home, finding time and privacy for Daddy to fuck me in the first place is going to be impossible!

I can’t wait.

I just can’t.

I roll back over and although I want to be obedient, my hands get to work. I slide one hand over my nightie and squeeze my breast a little forcefully, imagining Daddy taking a firm hand. My other hand moves to my pussy and I move my fingertips over my clit as I imagine his tongue driving me wild. My phone chimes but I ignore it. I’m so damned worked up that after only a few minutes I’m damned close. “Yes, Daddy!” I whisper. “Yes! Oh, God, yes, Daddy!”

And then the door opens and he stands in the doorway looking at me. He sees me masturbating again but this time, it’s also disobedience!