Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Sure, my ex dieted. She hit the gym downstairs, and we had a personal trainer come in five times a week to take her through various exercises. But the long and the short of it is that my wife was severely injured during the fall, and had to take a boatload of medication that caused her to balloon hideously. This wasn’t someone with a runaway appetite which could be quelled by Ozempic. This was someone who couldn’t survive without a handful of steroids and pain meds each morning, just to make life bearable.
I was resigned to the situation. After all, everyone knows that you don’t ditch your partner just because she’s going through a medical crisis. What kind of man would that make me? I’d promised to stick with Brenda through better or worse, and I intended to keep those vows. But at the same time, I’m still a man, and I have full faculty of all five senses. I’m also a man with a voracious appetite for sex, and without Brenda to satisfy those needs, I began to notice other women.
Specifically, I began to notice my stepdaughter. I know how fucked up it sounds, but it started innocuously enough. Again, Haley and Emma were on the majorette team together, and by now, they were in high school. They were always prancing around in sparkly red and white outfits with short skirts that barely covered their ass cheeks. The tops weren’t much more than a bra with a glittery “SG” emblazoned on the front, and the girls did their hair in bouncy ponytails tied with red and white ribbons.
“Hi Dad,” Emma said in a breezy tone as she and Haley sailed into the kitchen one afternoon. “Whatcha doing?”
I was home early from work that day and making myself a sandwich at the island countertop. But upon catching sight of Haley, the knife fell out of my hand and onto the floor with a loud clatter. Thank fuck, because it gave me an opportunity to bend over and hide for a moment, collecting myself at the sight of the beautiful girl.
After all, what happened to the sweet little munchkin with pigtails and a gap-toothed smile? I remembered Haley as being super-skinny the way children are, with scrawny arms and legs, and more than few scabs on her knees. But the young woman standing before me now had filled out. Haley had the body of a woman, with the biggest breasts I’d ever seen on a teenage girl, a narrow waist, and lush hips. Her thighs were thick and golden, revealing long legs that ended in a cute pair of white sneakers.
“Hey Mr. Wheaton,” she greeted while popping a strawberry in her mouth and shooting me a winsome smile. “You’re home from work early.”
I almost couldn’t talk. The air in my lungs vanished, and my cock was already hard just from being in the vicinity of this young blonde goddess.
“Hey Haley,” I managed to croak out. “You know you don’t have to call me Mr. Wheaton. You can call me Chase.”
“Or how about “Daddy”?” my daughter interjected, rolling her eyes while smiling. “That would be so funny. You’d be “Dad” to me, and “Daddy” to Haley. Wouldn’t that be hysterical?”
“Daddy,” Haley tried out in a soft tone, rolling the word on her tongue. “How does it sound, Mr. Wheaton? I think it’s cute.”
Holy fuck! Just hearing the word “Daddy” on those glossy pink lips made my cock jerk. My stiffie literally hardened to iron and let out a spurt of pre-cum in the depths of my pants, unable to contain itself at the tantalizing sound of Haley’s soft voice. Fuck fuck fuck! How do I get myself out of this mess?
Mumbling like a fool, I made some excuse about having to jump on a Zoom call and quickly rushed out of the kitchen. I could hear the girls giggling behind me, and my stepdaughter even called out, “But what about your sandwich, Mr. Wheaton? I think you forgot it.”
Goddamn the sandwich. Goddamn teenage girls and the radiance emanating from my stepdaughter’s body, as if she were sunlight personified. Goddamn the gleam of her golden hair, and the unspeakable lushness behind that tiny cheerleading outfit. I wanted to ravage the young woman, and to make her moan and cry out my name. I wanted to hear her murmur “Daddy” a thousand times before I pressed a kiss to those pink lips, and then to cry out “Daddy!” as I drove my cock deep into the wetness of her tight pink snatch.
But these thoughts were wrong and I swore that I would control myself. Haley was probably only sixteen at the time, and as a result, I promised myself that I’d be nothing but a respectful father around the house. Yet, I couldn’t help but see because Haley seemed to be everywhere after that incident. She was at the breakfast table, helping herself to a bowl of Lucky Charms while shooting me a winsome smile with her blonde hair mussed and dressed in nothing but a tiny pajama top with matching short-shorts. She was sunning herself by the pool, wearing a purple string bikini which made me have visions of pushing the triangles off her big breasts before sucking tenderly at a pink nipple. She was at the grand piano, dressed in a floaty white thing that made her look like an angel as her small fingers flew magically over the keys.