It’s Saturday.
My stepfather is off today.
I’m not waiting for the evening.
I wrap myself in my pink fluffy robe, yet another thing he got me, and I walk to his room.
He’s sitting on his bed, still wearing the tee shirt and pajama bottoms. “Hey there, Princess,” he says.
“Daddy, why didn’t you tell me?”
“Tell you what, Sammy?” It may be my imagination but I see his cock seem to twitch at the word Daddy.
“You’re a hero. No. You’re more than a hero!”
“I’m no hero,” he says but I can tell the praise affects him. The tent in his pajama bottoms is far, far more prominent now.
I reach down and take hold of the tie on my robe. “You saved eleven children from dying in a daycare fire. Then, you rebuilt the daycare so there would be a safe place for them. When the mill shut down for three months you paid the mortgage payments for eighteen workers and refused to be paid pack. You’re the one who started the Founder’s Day Scholarship program. There are twenty-five people who went to college over the last seven years because of you. Do I need to keep listing things?”
“I just do what I can,” he says, lifting his hands. God, his cock is so hard.
“Well, I appreciate you,” I say. “And I’ve had a crush on you since I was a kid.”
“A crush?”
“Since I was a kid,” I say. It’s not true but I don’t care. There’s a crush now and it sets me up to say, “but I’m not a kid anymore.” I pull open the tie on the robe and shrug it off. I know I have the kind of body men want. I’m fit. My breasts are just the right size for my body. I have a pretty, small-town girl next door face.
He’s stunned, wide-eyed as he stares. He’s so stunned that he can’t say anything. I get on the bed and it’s only when I get my hand on the big tent in his pajama bottoms that he asks, “Sammy, what are you doing?”
“Exactly what I want to do,” I reply. I don’t let go of his cock and when he reaches for my hand, I start stroking through his pajama bottoms. It’s like his whole body freezes and his eyes glaze over.
He finally manages to say, “We shouldn’t do this.” His voice is so filled with arousal, that he might as well be saying, “God, yes! Fuck me! Yes!”
In response, I hook my fingers in the waistband and pull to get the pajamas over his cock. I swallow hard at the sight of his cock. He starts to reach for me again and take hold of his cock again. “I know you haven’t been with a girl in more than a year, Daddy,” I say. “You need this and so do I.”
Before he can say anything, I get my mouth on him.