HER MOTHER'S HUSBAND

COINCIDENTALLY

Vanessa stepped out of the shower, her skin warm and damp from the steam, droplets of water still clinging to her shoulders. The towel she grabbed loosely wrapped around her body as she padded into her room, her mind preoccupied with the chaos of her thoughts. She tossed her damp hair back and exhaled, trying to shake off the persistent memory of Steve’s lingering presence earlier that day.

She didn’t even notice the sound of the door creaking open.

“Your mom called,” a familiar voice said casually, startling her.

Vanessa spun around, clutching the towel closer to her chest, her eyes widening at the sight of Steve standing in her doorway. He didn’t flinch, didn’t look away, just stood there holding his phone like he hadn’t just walked in on her half-dressed.

“She said she’s staying another two days for work,” he continued nonchalantly, as if this was an everyday occurrence. “Won’t be back tonight.”

Vanessa’s cheeks burned. “Ever heard of knocking?” she snapped, turning her back to him while quickly tightening the towel.

Steve’s lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I did knock. You didn’t answer.”

“That’s because I didn’t hear you!” she hissed, spinning to glare at him.

Steve lingered for a moment, his gaze meeting hers. It wasn’t invasive; he wasn’t ogling her. Instead, he seemed... thoughtful, like he was debating whether or not to say something.

And then he did.

“She’s lucky, you know.” His voice softened. “Your mom. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Vanessa froze. Her breath caught, her heart hammering in her chest so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

“Steve, don’t,” she murmured, her voice trembling.

He turned back toward the door, his hand hovering over the knob. For a second, she thought he might leave, but then he hesitated, his shoulders stiffening. Slowly, he turned back to face her, his expression unreadable.

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, his voice low.

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Vanessa opened her mouth to say yes, to tell him to get out and never bring this up again. But the words wouldn’t come.

“I’ll go,” he continued, his eyes never leaving hers. “If that’s what you want.”

Her lips parted, but still, nothing. She wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore.

Before she could figure it out, Steve crossed the room, his steps slow and deliberate. He stopped just a breath away from her, so close she could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his hand reaching up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face.

Her voice betrayed her. “Steve...”

And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t what she expected…soft, careful, as though he was testing the waters. Vanessa’s initial shock melted into something else, something that both frightened and excited her. Her hands gripped the towel tighter as his lips moved against hers, coaxing her into a world she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

“Steve,” she managed to gasp as he pulled her closer, his hands finding the small of her back. “We can’t... this isn’t...”

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked again, his breath warm against her ear.

She should have said yes. She knew that. But instead, her silence spoke louder than any words.

Steve’s hand slipped lower, his touch igniting something deep inside her that she didn’t even know existed. Her body responded instinctively, her mind was filled with guilt, desire, and confusion.

It didn't take him so long to reach out to the towel wrapped around my body. Soon the towel was gone.

Tossed faraway from the place we stood.

He grabbed my face, cupped into his palms and looked into my eyes. Then buried his lips into mine again and again.

Then his hands moved down to my breaststroke.

"No..no no, please don't".. I kept screaming in my head but I still couldn't resist his touch. Warm, accommodating, comforting and felt like all my problems had disappeared in such a short period of time.

I wished we could go on and on until day break. I wanted more than that. I wanted him buried inside of me. I want him in 70 positions , 70 minutes. You get what I mean right? I'm such a big fool you might want to say but I can’t help it anymore.

My eyes were now shut, my lips parted while I let out a soft moan...

"Steveeee..." calling him by his name now felt right rather than calling him my stepdad.

"I want to feel you. Maybe just this once and never again".. I whispered unknowingly. Not minding if he heard it but I guess he did for him to react the way he did.

He gave that little evil smile and then placed his hands on the two doughs on my chest like he had always wanted to grab them into his hands for a long time.

"Wishes come true"..

"God!!!"... he exclaimed. "Your body is so soft then he went in and kissed my neck. I let out a louder moan not minding If neighbours could hear me. I could feel my whole world spinning and wanting more than just those little kisses.

The idea of me asking my stepdad to f**k me was really tempting and as well stupid..

Soon, he went down in between my legs. I grappled with the last piece of my decency.

"We aren't right by doing this. I bet it's gonna end tragically, this little pleasure will land us in a bigger trouble" I said to him.

"Then allow me to do the talking when it happens. Promise I will always protect you"...

Then his smooth palms reached to my thighs and he carried me onto my table and parted my legs exposing my freshly shaved pu**y. He reached in between my cunt and right on my c**t rubbing it up and down, smearing my wetness.

"It will always remain our little secret until you expose it" he said and buried his head in my chest suckling like a baby, his two fingers in my p***y while I moaned his name softly and finally let out..

"Dadddyyyy..."... in the sweetest and most sexiest voice ever.

But just as quickly as it started, it was over.

Steve stepped back, his breathing heavy, his eyes searching hers for something she wasn’t sure she could give.

“I’m sorry,” he said, running a hand through his hair. He looked more conflicted than she’d ever seen him. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

Vanessa rushed over to the towel and hugged the towel tighter around herself, her voice barely a whisper. “I... don’t know what just happened.”

“I should go,” Steve finally said, his voice low and regretful.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

When he left, the door clicking shut behind him, Vanessa collapsed onto the bed. Her hands were trembling, her mind racing. The guilt came first, crashing over her in waves, but beneath it was something else.

Something undeniable.

She liked it. So freaking much..

Loved it.

And that scared her more than anything else.