The Priest’s Brat
Book Themes:
Teacher / Student, Stepfather / stepdaughter, taboo, creampie
Word Count:
5,456
Our schoolhouse was a religious institution, and my teacher a devout Christian. Also happens he was my step dad. All those things combined to make me feel extra guilty about the way I dreamed of him, topless and exposed. His thick, hard cock sticking out, wrapped in his fist as he stares right at me.
I’ve had that danged dream for so long, ever since one night I wandered out of my room late and caught a sight of him just like that in his bedroom. Or at least I think I did; I was so tired maybe my sinful mind dreamed it all up!
Whatever it was, I can’t even hardly recall a morning I didn’t wake up, panties all wet and ruined from the thoughts of his big, hard dick ready to slide on in me. To do things to me that the lord would never approve of.
So colour me surprised when this morning, as I made breakfast for my step dad as he gets ready to teach Sunday school, he looks me over from the table and says:
“You are a wicked sinful woman, Amy,” and my eyes are going wide as I stare at him.
He knows!
“I-I’m sorry!” I say.
Dad’s a big guy, and though he teaches, he’s an active man. He does a lot of physical labour around the property, so his shoulders are broad and I know he’s got a lot of muscle in under his shirt and sweater.
“Are you, Amy?” he asks me, sitting back in his chair, pushing away from the table as his eyes roam up and down over me.
“Y-yes!” I say, blurting it out immediately.
“You’re dressed as sin itself,” he says to me, motioning to my skirt and blouse, and though I tried to cover up, I had to admit my breasts were large and hard to keep contained, and my skirt… well, I might’ve hitched it up higher than it needed to be.
“You’re a temptation to every man who lays eyes on you,” he says, running a hand back through his short dark hair and giving a deep, heavy sigh. Then I notice he’s sat with legs wide apart, one hand resting upon his thigh in those black pants, right beside a thick bulge.
“I-I’ll go change,” I say, and I try to rush past him. But he catches my arm and leans in, his nostrils flaring.
“Why bother, Amy?” he asks me, peering at me over the rim of his glasses, and though he’s already shaved this morning I can see a lil’ bit of dark stubble on his strong jawline. “You can’t help what you are,” he says to me and I stare at him, confused.
I’m afraid to ask. But I do anyhow.
“What am I, dad?” I ask, and he pulls me in against his thigh.
“You’re a temptress,” he says, and I can feel my stomach lurch. Because while I have improper thoughts, I’ve struggled all my life to do as the Lord wants me to!
I can feel my big green eyes widening and preparing to cry.
“It’s okay darling,” he says to me, brushing his free hand over my smooth cheek, pushing away my thick golden hair as he looks at me with such affection, such… I don’t even know what that other feeling is exactly, but it’s strong, and forms a pit in the center of my stomach.
“What’s wrong with me?” I ask, and he pulls me onto his lap, putting his big, strong arms around me.
“The Lord put you on this earth to tempt men, Amy. And he gave you all the assets one could ever need to do it,” he says, looking down over me, letting his hand trail down, over my chest, along the curves of my breasts, and I know that it's wrong but it feels oh, so good.
“You’ve got the best pair of tits any woman on God’s green earth could ever hope for,” he says crassly, flicking open a couple buttons on my blouse, letting his fingers sink into the bare flesh there.
“I… I can’t help that, father,” I say, breathless, my cheeks burning red as I feel him throb beneath me. Is this another dream? So vivid and powerful?
“I know ya can’t sweetie,” he says with a smile. “But the Lord don’t give us tools if we aren’t supposed to use ‘em. And he put you on this earth to test men. And you should do just that.”
I can feel my eyes go wide at him as I stare in disbelief.