Foster Dad

I told myself not to enter to stay in the safety of the doorway as my eyes ran up her legs to her shorts and the oversized tee shirt, one of my old ones that swallowed her and hid her breasts from me.

But just as I’d suspected, it was too late now to put that cow back in the barn. My mouth was already watering for a taste of her.

I swallowed hard and kept my eyes on her face or somewhere above her head. My heart was already racing and my cock thumped against my thigh in need.

“Hi baby, are you doing okay?” She didn’t pretend not to know what I was talking about. Those eyes looked at me knowingly and I was ready to bolt.

“Yes daddy it’s not so sore anymore.”

My dick jerked behind my zipper and I grabbed the door harder forbidding myself to go near her. Was it me or was her voice suddenly dripping with sexuality?

She rolled to her side and looked at me and my eyes went straight to her tits trying to see under the shirt that covered her completely.

“About last night…”

“Please don’t say you’re sorry daddy. Don’t break my heart.” She sat up on the bed and gave me such a sad look.

I was lost for words, what was I supposed to say here? For her own good I should call a halt, she was too young, too innocent and she had her whole life ahead of her.

A life that I’d taken responsibility for. Natalia and I. At the memory of my dead wife I built my resolve never to touch her again, it was for the best.

I didn’t let myself think of her moving on to someone else. Someone that would put out that fire between her legs whenever she wanted them to without reservation.

“Fine but we can’t do that again.” The words barely made it out of my throat.

“Why not?”

“Because it wasn’t fair to you, you’re so young…”

“I wanted it too daddy I’m not a baby.” Now she looked sullen and I moved over to her to offer comfort.

“I never said you were.” I ran my thumb down her cheek to her mouth and when she opened and sucked on it I pulled away quickly. But not before seeing that light flash in her eyes.

I pulled my thumb from her mouth and stepped back as if burned. “I…I’ll see you later, I have some stuff to attend to.” I made my escape with my cock at its full length and my balls hurting.

12

Evan

I saw her again at dinner where she was back to looking sullen and disappointed. What did she want from me? Couldn’t she see how hard this was?

Now I’ll never forget what she tasted like on my tongue or felt wrapped around my cock. But I have to deny myself for her sake and I wasn’t sure it wouldn’t kill me.

“Are you mad at me baby?”

“Yes.”

“Well that’s straight and to the point.”

“I don’t see why you have to act like what we did was so horrible.”

“It wasn’t horrible, but maybe it was wrong.” How can I get her to see?

“It was beautiful, amazing. And I want to do it lots and lots.”

I started to object, to tell her all the reasons we shouldn’t be fucking, but just then the bell rang alerting us to someone at the gate and I got up to answer it. It was Ashley.

The look on Dakota’s face made me feel lower than a snake. But maybe this was for the best. “Come on up.” I answered the buzzer with my eyes locked on hers before going to open the door.

She followed me into the dining room where Dakota took one look at her and without a word got up from the table and left the room.

I can’t say that I blame her, and I’m not hypocrite enough to take her to task for being rude so I forced myself not to go after her.

“So, why haven’t I heard from you?” I felt sick when she ran her finger down my chest and I moved away quickly before she could notice.

“I told you, I’ve been busy and Dakota needed me, she’s been having a rough few days here lately.” not rougher than last night when you fucked her six ways from Sunday. My mind taunted me.

“Don’t you think it’s time you stopped worrying about your little stray? I mean she’s eighteen years old you’re no longer obligated…”

“Dakota is not an obligation, she’s mine and no business of yours.” She back pedaled quickly from the anger in my voice and changed the subject.

It was no use though. All I could think as she rambled on about something that I couldn’t give a fuck about was what was Dakota thinking, feeling?

No matter how I meant to go on, it wasn’t fair that the day after I’d fucked her, the woman that was sharing my bed was in our home.