These last few years, I've invested every ounce of myself into my business. Now it feels as if life is back, throwing me another curve ball. Things are taking a turn for the worse, and the business is losing money. My goal is to keep it solvent.
I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize that I’ve taken the wrong route off the freeway. I need to backtrack. I look at my watch. Colt and Karen have been waiting for me. They've both should have gotten to the house by now. I need to get home; I’m hoping that they're both still there. The business needs an injection of cash and with Clara no longer around, I need their approval to use her estate, including the house, to grow the business.
This won't be easy for Karen to hear. This is her mother we're talking about, and I'll have to drive the point home that it's been a year. She's still missing, and that means we'll probably never see her again. She's gone for good.
But Karen isn't alone. She's in love with her boyfriend, Zach. She’s made it clear that once college is over, they’ll be moving in together, and most likely after that they’ll get married. I've never liked Zach, but as much as I bristle in his presence, she swears this is the man she loves. So, who am I to stop them from being together?
Colt’s away at college, and he has a promising football career ahead of him. I can’t see either of them standing in my way. But then again, Colt loves this house. It was where he was born and it holds memories of his mom. But he hardly comes home. If anything, it’s me asking him to come to the house most of the time.
He’s always chasing a skirt, or at times it’s chasing him.
In many ways, it reminds of me not so long ago. I mean, Colt and I aren’t that far apart in age. And he’s got those qualities that I used to prize in myself.
Strength. Confidence. The desire to stand up for what he believes in and never back down.
I pull into the driveway and take a deep breath when I see Karen's car parked out front. I hate asking the kids for help. But they’re both adults now, and I need to sit down and talk to them like adults.
I open the door, and the house seems quiet. I’m just about to call out to them when I see Colt’s bag by the foot of the staircase. He’s a bit of a slob. He was always leaving things around when he was younger and it seems as if college life hasn't broken him of his old habits.
“Colt!” I shout out. I wait for a little while. Nothing. "Karen?"
Today’s one of those days where it's so hot that you stick to your clothes. I make a mental note to change out of my work suit, but first head to the kitchen. Just as I'm about to grab a cold beer from the fridge, I catch a glance at Colt and Karen through the kitchen window, and I’m shocked by what I see. Colt’s in his boxers and Karen’s in a bikini that leaves nothing to the imagination.
Her tits are jumping up and down as if they have a life of their own, and she's taking a running leap into the pool. As she runs I see that ass of hers and watch as those ass cheeks flex. My cock comes alive as I see every curve in her body begin to create some sort of taboo sexual desire within me. And as her body hits the water, and I'm taken aback.
She isn't the little girl I remembered.
She's a grown woman.
I watch as she swims up to Colt. They're smiling and splashing water at each other. But there's something in their body language that hints at more. I’m surprised at their closeness because they never really got along when they lived in the same house. Now they’re running around as if they were inseparable. And I don't know why, but part of me feels annoyed about it.
It’s clear that they’re flirting with each other. And come on … a string is practically holding Karen's tits and she’s not even trying to put them back into her bikini top. I'm sure Colt's enjoying that view. Fuck, I'm enjoying the view. As soon as this thought crosses my mind, I feel my cock twitch violently again.
I don’t know why I’m looking at her like this. She's my stepdaughter. I shouldn't be having these thoughts. But I haven`t seen her for months, and now all I can see is that she’s the perfect figure eight. The way her body curves, her firm and full breasts, and even her perfect heart-shaped ass are all causing my cock to pulse and press up against my suit pants. I never knew that she was shaped that way.