“Brian, can you help me please?”
“Of course, Mrs. Hughes.” – Brian said, standing up and following mom to the kitchen.
“I’ve told you to call me…”
“Emma, sorry. I’ll get used to it though.”
As their voices drowned in the background, I kept standing still in the same exact place I was before they left the room. Daddy was sitting on the couch, having full view of myself, clearly enjoying himself.
He was leaned in on one side, holding a cup of coffee in his hands. I saw his eyes move from my toes up to my face and down again. He smiled, contently.
“Good Morning Beth. How did you sleep?” – He asked, glaring into my eyes. His gaze was so expressive, it made me feel as if he knew what I did last night. And, it made me blush from embarrassment. I quickly looked away before speaking: “Fine. How about yourself?”
He stood up and walked to me. I could hear his breathing as he was stepping into my personal space. With his right hand, he touched my chin ever so lightly, turning my head towards him, making me look at him. As I did, he smiled.
“You’re a good girl, Beth aren’t you?” – He whispered under his breath.
I felt the same exact fire lighting up in me again. Moreover, I felt the wetness between my legs gush and I was afraid he would be able to see it. I tried to look away but he was holding my chin more firmly now, not allowing me to move.
“Yes.” – I whispered, feeling the attraction, feeling my heavy breathing and noticing him realizing what was happening.
I was afraid he’d say something, I was scared he’d be offended but luckily he only smiled. As he did, he kept holding my chin and staring into my eyes, while he used his left hand to touch my right thigh: I felt his hand glide up, gently landing on my butt and squeezing tightly.
“Daddy needs you to be a good girl.” – He leaned in and whispered in my ear.
“I will be.” – I replied back while I heard mom yelling from the kitchen:
“Breakfast is ready!”
Chapter 4
The four of us sat in our kitchen eating pancakes together. Daddy behaved as if nothing happened, he was so loved up with my mom that I thought the event from our living room had only happened in my head. Whatever the whole “good girl” thing meant, I was ready and moreover, I only wanted to please him.
As I sat there looking at Daddy and eating my pancakes, I had completely forgotten about my step-brother, Brian who sat next to me, watching me eat.
“You are looking at him in a way you’re not supposed to.” – Brian leaned in and whispered in my ear. It was a wakeup call. I almost jumped out of my seat, turning around, feeling as if I was caught red-handed.
“What are you talking about Brian?” – I almost yelled, diverting my eyes away.
Brian smiled: “I’ve seen this before. He has that… influence on women. You’re not the first one. But, you have to get over it.”
“There is nothing to get over from.”
Brian leaned in, putting his hand on my knee, gently gliding his hand towards my pussy.
“What are you doing?” – I almost snapped, taking his hand and removing it from my leg.
“It’s simple. I like you Beth. We’re not related, step-sisters and step-brothers share no relation whatsoever. I think we’d make a great couple. What do you say?”
I looked at Daddy who was following my conversation with Brian closely, and replied: “Let me think about it.”
After breakfast, Daddy and Brian left and mom decided it was time to go shopping so we can prepare for the event tonight. She wanted to look her best, and I saw she was so much in love that she only wanted to impress his family. We went shopping, bought new dresses and even had our hair and makeup professionally done. Apparently, Daddy was very well-off and all his friends and family were off the same caliber. Which meant, we simply had to look our best.
Mom wore this beautiful floor-length silverfish gown which complemented her eyes. Her hair was up in a very elegant bun, accenting her lean physique and beautiful neck. Me on the other hand, I wore this red, short dress, had my hair down and my makeup was “nearly there”, but enough to accent my eyes and lips. All in all, I was ready for Daddy’s looks.
He even had a car sent out for us to pick us up. The driver knocked on our door, opened the car door for us and took us to Daddy’s house.
“Oh, by the way, I forgot to show you this!” – Mom squeaked as if she was a teenager. Waving her hand into my face, I soon realized she was bragging with her engagement ring. And boy, she really had something to brag about! The ring was beyond beautiful and elegant, with the biggest diamond I’ve ever seen!