She has plenty, and could easily spare her daughter a few thousand to get her through this turbulent time. The tears tracking down the girl’s face played on my heartstrings, and the words were out of my mouth before I could stop them. Having her in my house all the time will be torture.
Her beautiful body and innocent face have already lured me in. I want to take her to my bed and discover all of her secrets. It’s wrong, but that just makes it better. It’s not as if we are biologically related or have ever had a relationship in the past. Although I paid for her education the three years I was married to her mother, I never once laid eyes on her.
I feel like shit upon this realization. I believed Marine’s lies. We even had many tearful conversations over what Marine had called Piper’s ‘headstrong behavior’.
She even went so far as having reports from the boarding school sent, detailing the trouble Piper has caused. The school never seemed fed up enough to kick her out, and maybe I just assumed they didn’t because of the wealth behind my name. Although, reports had come at least once a month, sometimes more, detailing how Piper was acting up.
Each time, Marine just cried on about what she should do with the girl. She even told me Piper didn’t want to come to our home for breaks or holidays; she preferred staying with Aunt Jennie.
Now, I’m quite sure that was all a facade. The sweet girl who had come out of the guestroom, packed and ready to leave, didn’t have an ounce of guile in her, unlike her mother, who is quite the manipulator.
I sigh and down the rest of my drink. I’m an adult, yet I sure as hell can’t resist this girl. I have always been able to resist the many gorgeous women who have practically thrown themselves at me in the past; Piper should be no different.
While walking down the hall toward the master bedroom, I notice the light peaking from the hall bathroom. As I approach the doorway, I see Piper leaning up over the sink, fidgeting with her eye in the mirror.
I watch as she takes out one of her contact lenses and places it in the case. Rooted to the spot, she takes out the other one, then slips on a pair of black-framed glasses afterward. I feel my knees buckle. The hot librarian look has always been a weakness of mine.
The bathroom door swings open, and she steps out, jumping at the sight of me in the hall.
“Mr. Wellington, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Her breasts almost heave out of the jersey she’s wearing as a sleep shirt. The tiny shorts she chose to put on leave nothing to the imagination. Her body is perfectly outlined; it’s so tight I can tell just how smooth that pussy is.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, Piper. There is another master suite down the hall from mine. As you’ll be staying here, I think you’ll be more comfortable in the suite. It comes with its own sitting room and bathroom.”
Her eyes go wide. The thought that this girl has been my stepdaughter for years, yet I haven’t had the chance to know her, saddens me. If I can keep my libido in check, it’s something I certainly would like to do.
She lowers her lashes over those beautiful blue eyes and shakes her head. “It’s alright, Mr. Wellington. I’m happy in the guestroom.”
“First, please call me Branson. There is no reason to be so formal. And I insist, Piper; you will be much more comfortable in the suite.”
She looks up at me; her lips appear wet, and her breath gives off an aroma of the mint toothpaste she’s just used.
All I need to do is lean down a few inches and settle my lips on hers. I know she’ll taste just as sweet as I’ve been imagining the moment I laid eyes on her.
Piper’s breathing is getting erratic, and I get the idea she’s feeling the same tension as I do.
Yes, it might be considered taboo to sleep with your stepdaughter, but I am beginning to think Piper is worth the risk. And to be frank, she’s my ex-stepdaughter, so it helps, but not by much.
I make up my mind. I need to taste her, and now. I lean forward just as she steps back from me, her face burning up as she can’t keep from blushing.
“Just let me gather up my things, so you can show me where it is, Mr.—I mean, Branson.” Her face is bright-red with embarrassment, but the nipples pebbling against her jersey tell me she is just as excited about my almost-kiss as I am.
She slips back into the bathroom, grabs a little case, and moves into the guestroom; coming out a few minutes after with her things.
I escort her down the hall to the second master suite, coming to a stop at the double doors.
“Please let me know if you need anything. I will be out of town for the next two days on business.”
Slipping a card out of my pocket, I write my cell number on the cream-colored paper. At least there is one advantage to still wearing the suit I came home in.
“Text me, so I have your number.”
She nods, her face still flaming.
“Goodnight, Piper,” I say, walking away from her as I can’t bear to stick around. I know it will lead to no good.
When I settle in bed, my phone beeps, and I look over and see a text from Piper.
Settling down in the covers, I fall asleep with my cock rock hard as I envision my soon to be, little girl…