"I’m still your father," I tell her and I immediately regret the situation I’ve set up. It’s able to be escalated so easily.
"Sorry, Daddy," she says, pouting at me. "Do you want to punish me?"
My cock has turned into 12 inches of lead in my pants.
But Karen has moved on.
She shakes her head, "I was kind of disappointed with what you had to say earlier … and let me finish."
She lifts up her glass and takes a sip, stopping me from interrupting her again. "It’s just that I’ve never understood why you stayed with mom. She was a mess. Promised to get better and then never did. She was full of lies."
I’m not sure what she’s getting at. I give her my full concentration, feeling good that the scotch is doing its job and making me feel lightheaded. I don’t want to deal with this conversation, because I know for a fact that Karen’s not going to like what I have to say.
"Clara was never in love with me," I blurt out. I know what she’s getting at, and I want to save her the heartache of thinking that this was anything other than what it was planned to be.
"Look you’re not a kid anymore." I look at her from head to toe wondering if she’s moved closer toward me, or if it’s all in my imagination. "I was lonely at first, my first wife died too young and I thought that your mom could take her place somehow. Then it was clear that your mom needed a husband as a namesake and I just fit the bill. I accepted that.It was good to have someone to go out with, instead of always being alone."
The truth was that I was more in love with Clara then she ever was with me, but I got over it in time. I allowed the business to satisfy my needs and I never felt disappointed about the path that she decided to take, especially when I found out how selfish she was deep down inside. I’m not going to tell her daughter the truth beneath it all; at the end of the day, she’s her mom. That has to count for something.
"So you’re not still in love with mom?"
She lifts an eyebrow, and then I realize that she’s nearly sitting on my lap. She’s taken the glass from my hand, and her blue eyes seem to be alight as she starts tracing her fingers along my arm.
"Are you single now?"
I should move away from her. Tell her to stop; my mouth’s saying one thing and my mind another. "Look, this isn’t the conversation that you should be having with your dad. Besides I moved on a long time ago…"
I don’t need to point that out to her. She’s nearly sitting on my lap, undoing my shirt and instead of moving, instead of telling her to stop, I’m just watching her undoing my buttons, purring, "I’m your daughter."
"Karen, seriously, I can’t even remember the last time I had sex, and this is…" before I can even finish, she’s put her finger to my lips.
"You know that you want me," her eyes dart down to my obvious erection. "Besides, Daddy, you’re acting like some kind of monk, when this body is far, far more suited to more than that."
"What do you know about what a monk’s body looks like?"
She licks her lips and then purrs, "I can tempt any man, monks or priests included, to the dark side, Daddy." I listen to her and my blood starts to boil and I start to see red.
The demon of lust has possessed my soul. And he’s done it through my stepdaughter.
"No one can say no to me," Karen says. Then she holds out her hand. I know where we’re going, and I should tell her that we’re going in the wrong direction. But I need something to make me feel better. To take away what I’m feeling right now and somehow Karen’s about to do that, and I don’t feel guilty. No, I just feel horny as she takes me to her room and closes the door.
She starts to slide her yoga pants down her hips, revealing a black thong, and my cock is growing harder by the second.
A memory flashes through my mind: earlier today, out by the pool, Colt’s hands were where mine are about to be right now.
Karen
Desire can be a powerful thing. It rises on your mind like morning fog and, before you know it, you’re lost and blind in the bland whiteness of it. No control, no sense of direction.
That’s me right now; I’m adrift in a sea of desire, and all rationality has deserted me. With my fingers on the hem of my pants, I push it down slowly, but I lower them just one inch, enough to flash him a glimpse of my skin. Do you want to know what I’m thinking? It’s simple: I’m not thinking of anything. I’m just like a puppet acting out the commands from some unseen hand.
"Are you just going to stare?" I purr at him, my pants now revealing a faint tan line, as my heart gallops inside my chest. As the words leave my lips, I close the distance between Daniel and I and, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, pull him into me. He grins, delight and desire painting his face, and comes willingly. He rests his big hands on my waist and, the moment he leans into me and his lips touch mine, I close my eyes and let go.
"No going back now," he whispers, and all it takes is one kiss for me to know that this is going to be good. For a man as imposing as him, he’s actually more than a good kisser. I tilt my head to the side, pulling him closer and pressing my mouth harder against his. I part my lips and slip my tongue inside his mouth, a whirlwind of lust dancing inside my head.
I’m kissing my stepfather, this is really happening.
I exhale sharply as, still grabbing me by the waist, he pushes me back and pins me against the bedroom door. His fingers dart to my wrists and he lifts my arms up over my head.